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This was how things began: Boston on the cusp of fall, the Sackler Museum robbed of twenty-three pieces of priceless Chinese art. Even in the museum's back room, dust catching the slant of golden, late-afternoon light, Will could hear the sirens. They sounded like a promise.
"Will Chen."
"And what were you doing at the Sackler Museum, Mr. Chen?"
"I work here part-time. I'm an art history student at Harvard."
"Did you see anything unusual before the theft?"
"Describe what you saw during the incident. Any distinguishing features of the thieves, anything the security cameras might not have caught."
"It all happened very fast. I looked up from my essay and the alarms were going off. When I ran into the exhibit, they were already leaving. They had on ski masks, black clothes." He hesitated, just for a moment. "I think they were speaking Chinese."
For a moment, the only sound was the scratch of the detective's pen against his notepad. "I see. Do you speak Chinese, Mr. Chen?"
"Yes, I-does it matter? I couldn't really make out what they were saying. The alarms were going off at this point."
"Of course. And do you know what they stole?"
Will thought back to the empty room. If he closed his eyes, he could fit the pieces back where they were supposed to go-a pair of jade tigers, a dragon vase. A jade cup with three crested bronze birds, midflight. "Not really. I've been gone all summer."
The detective slid a sheet of paper across the table. "Can you read the title of this for me?"
It was a printout from the Harvard Crimson, from late August. Will swallowed hard. "'What Is Ours Is Not Ours: Chinese Art and Western Imperialism.'"
"Did you write this?"
The detective leaned forward, his fingertips touching. "Tell me if this sounds suspicious to you: A Chinese student writes an article about looted art, and a few weeks later, Harvard's largest collection of Asian art is robbed. All the priceless pieces mentioned in the article-gone."
Will leaned back in his chair. The golden light made everything feel like a painting, and he let his mind drift for a moment, thinking of the paper on Renaissance art that was due next week, the sculpture he still had to finish for his portfolio. "Not particularly."
"And why is that?"
"I was born in the US, Detective . . ." Will looked for a badge, a name.
"Detective Meyers."
"What is your-"
"I'm Chinese American," Will said, lingering on the American. He adjusted the rolled-up cuff of his button-down, imagining how his sister would handle this situation. "You said I was Chinese. But I was born and raised in the US, just like you, and I work part-time at the Sackler, and three weeks ago the Crimson published a paper I wrote for an art history class at Harvard. Last time I checked, none of those are crimes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have homework to do."
"This is procedure, Mr. Chen. I just have a few more questions, if you will-"
Will rose. It might have been a small thing, to be called Chinese instead of Chinese American, to have this detective who spoke in a Boston accent look at him as if this place, this museum, this art didn't belong to him, but-it didn't feel like a small thing. Not when he was at Harvard, this place of dreams, and he was so close to everything he had ever wanted.
It was his senior year, and the whole world felt on the verge of cracking open.
"I've told you everything I know," he said, "and I know my rights. Next time you want to accuse me of something, go through my lawyer."
In Eliot House, with his window open to the warm evening air and the distant sound of chatter in the courtyard, Will took a single jade tiger out of his pocket. The stone was cool, almost cold against his skin. It shone in the halfway light, the jade a pale, almost translucent green, with veins of reddish-brown at the tiger's head and tail. Despite the centuries, the edges of the carving were sharp enough to cut.
Jade Tiger (one of a pair), the placard had read. Date: 3rd century BCE. Culture: Chinese.
He had one tiger; the thieves had the other. It had been almost too easy to palm it, the glass between him and the art shattered in the theft. He traced a finger along the tiger's curved back, still a little in disbelief. He was sure it was worth hundreds of thousands, but that wasn't the important thing. The important thing was that it had been China's, and then it had been Harvard's, and now it was his.
He thought back to the paper he had written for class. What is ours is not ours. Who could determine what counted as theft when museums and countries and civilizations saw the spoils of conquest as rightfully earned?
From his coat pocket, a card fluttered to the floor.
Will reached for it, his breath catching in the stillness. For a moment, he was back at the Sackler, listening to the rapid, staccato Chinese of the thieves, their voices a counterpoint to the wail of the alarms. He had pressed himself against the wall, his heart pounding in his ears, and yet one of them had still brushed past him on the way out, so close it could almost be called deliberate.
The business card was a matte black, with the words CHINA POLY and an international phone number printed on the front in neat block letters. And below that, in a messy hand:
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When Alex Huang closed her eyes, she dreamed of Chinatown: the red lanterns strung along every storefront, the smell of fish markets, the rise and fall of Cantonese as buyers and sellers haggled. It had been three years since she had stood before the whole glazed ducks rotating in the restaurant's windows, flipped the sign from CLOSED to OPEN each morning at seven a.m. while her parents prepped the kitchen of Yi Hua Lou.
This was how things changed: slowly, and then all at once. An acceptance letter from MIT, a FAFSA form, a bus ride to Boston. Her younger siblings waving to her until she couldn't see them anymore. Holidays spent at school, in libraries or on friends' couches, summer internships on a different coast. A full-time offer from Google her junior fall. Whenever you're ready, the recruiter had said, but the sign-on bonus was more than her parents made in a year.
Within a month, Alex had moved to Silicon Valley.
The sun was setting in Mountain View, evening light pooling on her living room floor. Had it really been less than a year? She could still remember stepping off the plane that first day, how the sky had been wide in a way she wasn't used to after years of living in New York City and then in Boston. She had thought, This is the beginning of the rest of my life. It had been just a little terrifying. Everything she knew, everyone she loved, left behind on another coast.
And so there was just this: a Friday evening and an empty apartment, to-go containers scattered across the dining table. Her laptop was open, her work for the night still not done-never done, really-but despite its hum, her chewing felt too loud in the stillness. Alex reached for her phone, just for something to do, scrolled through all the tasks still left for tonight, the unread messages in her family WeChat group, and-a missed call from Will Chen.
That last one was the most interesting. You called? she texted him.
A moment later, her phone began to ring.
"You are the only person who would rather call than text," she said as a greeting.
"Hey, Alex. Good to hear from you too." Will's voice was low, liquid like honey, and she remembered briefly why she had thought, early on, that there was the possibility of something. "How long does it take to hack into a museum's security system?"
Alex cast a glance at her program; it was still running. "You know that being a software engineer isn't the same thing as being a hacker, right?"
"Alex Huang, I didn't think there was anything you couldn't do."
She couldn't help but laugh. Will was playing on her vanity, but-well, he wasn't wrong. Alex opened her personal laptop, sliding her work laptop to the side. There were so many questions she could have asked, but already this was the most interesting thing to happen to her in a long time. She would let it play out. "I suppose it depends on the museum."
"The Sackler? Let me send you the log-in info."
In a few quick keystrokes, she had pulled up the museum intranet. "Sounds familiar."
"Our first date," Will supplied.
Alex laughed. "I should've known we wouldn't work out the instant you suggested we go to an art museum." They had met on Tinder, during the brief period when they were both new to college and the dating scene, had gone to the Sackler and then for coffee on an overcast New England afternoon. There had been a couple of dates after that, but nothing else, and after seeing the heartbreak Will tended to leave in his wake, she was relieved neither one of them had wanted more. Still, they had kept in touch after she had moved to California, video chatting on late nights when Will's insomnia kept him up and Alex was afraid the loneliness would eat her alive, comparing younger siblings and the heavy weight of their parents' expectations, the specific traumas of their pasts laid bare as the hours passed. She knew him well enough to know that they would never date again.
The Sackler's video footage loaded on her screen. The museum was aglow, even though it was late on the East Coast, and on the cameras outside the museum, police lights spun red and blue over cobbled streets. She switched to another incognito tab and searched up sackler museum +
All the headlines told the same story: smashed glass and black ski masks, twenty-three stolen pieces of Chinese art. There had been three eyewitnesses but no leads. She narrowed her eyes at her phone. "Why didn't you tell me there was a robbery?"
"Alex," Will began. There was a catch in his voice.
"Were you there?"
He was silent for a long moment. "That's why I'm calling."
Alex closed her eyes, thinking of the day she had withdrawn from MIT. It had been fall, the leaves just beginning to change color, and the Charles River twisted like silver wire through downtown Boston. It had felt like the beginning of something, like her whole life was unspooling. She had never described the feeling to Will, but she thought maybe he would recognize it. This evening, the Sackler's stolen art-what was this if not change?
A moment later, Alex had pulled up the footage from the night before. She shared her screen with him as she did, and together they watched the theft. Alex knew Will was watching the thieves, the elegance of their movements, the art that disappeared beneath their gloved hands, but she was watching Will. Will as he got up from his desk at the Sackler, as he ran into the other room. Will standing against the wall, his eyes wide behind his glasses and his dark hair tousled, looking for all the world like any other overwhelmed college kid save for the slight movement of his hand, the momentary glint of jade in his palm.
"Will Chen," Alex said, very quietly, "what have you done?"
His voice, too, was soft. "I know, I know. There's more."
So maybe she had been wrong. Maybe Will had been watching her, after all.
The theft was almost over. As they left, one masked figure brushed very close to Will. She zoomed in on the still, but she couldn't tell what the thief was doing, if anything. "A business card," Will said, and her phone lit up with an image. The words were in simplified Chinese, not traditional, but she could read it well enough. "And an invitation."
"Are you going to take it?" Alex rewound to the moment Will stole the artifact, that telltale shine. Her fingers hovered over the keys. It would take very little to erase this footage. A half-second jump between one frame and the next, chalked up to a minor glitch in the system, the fallibility of tech. It was also definitely illegal.
"If I did, would you join me?"
Her work computer chimed. Her program was done running, and there was more to do. There always was. Alex knew she should say no, return to a Friday night programming in her Mountain View apartment, the rest of her days, the rest of her life blurring together in the California sunshine. She had chosen this, after all. A steady paycheck and the slow upward climb to manager, lines of code in Java and Python and all the languages yet to come. It was the safe choice, the responsible one, the kind that she had spent her whole life making.
In the cool, indifferent light of her apartment, Alex leaned back, thought of change. Three years ago, stepping onto MIT's campus for the first time. Leaving it behind before she was ready. And now-a museum of stolen art, security footage blinking on her computer.
Will's breathing was soft over the phone, and she remembered, too, that terrible first date, walking through the Sackler and then, afterward, the two of them drinking overpriced coffee and talking of dreams. They'd been freshmen then, still figuring out what it meant to go to the best universities in the country, to have so much possibility at their fingertips, but-it had all seemed within reach. His dreams. Hers. It had been so long since Alex had let herself think about what she wanted, separate from her family and her responsibilities, all that she owed the people in her life.
"Alex?" Will said, and it was a question, an offering, an open door.
In one swift, decisive motion, Alex pressed delete. "I'm in."
This late, Harvard was quiet, still, something out of a painting. Will would have done it in slow, sweeping brushstrokes, the sky curving around lamps that shone torch-bright. It was the kind of evening where the impossible felt close enough to touch, to taste. He took a deep, steadying breath.
What was real: the jade tiger in his palm, stolen from the Sackler just hours ago.
What was real: the future carved open.
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Grace D. Li grew up in Pearland, Texas, and is a graduate of Duke University, where she studied biology and creative writing. Her debut novel, Portrait of a Thief, was an instant New York Times bestseller, a #1 international bestseller, and is also in development at Netflix. She currently attends medical school at Stanford University.
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Eliza griswold, a preacher’s daughter and a poet, brings grace and precision to a painful story..
When you hear that someone is an Evangelical Christian, what kind of person do you picture? A white Republican in a red state, a conservative homeschooler, a judgmental and perhaps bigoted individual who rejects science and other products of the human mind? A hypocritical preacher on television who gets rich off a credulous, benighted audience?
In “ Circle of Hope ,” Eliza Griswold points out that although that sort of Evangelical gets all the media and political attention, another type exists — and has for centuries. The church Griswold profiles here, founded in Philadelphia in the mid-1990s by a married couple, Rod and Gwen White, grew out of a combination of the midcentury American evangelism of Billy Graham and the Young Life movement — youthful, enthusiastic, Jesus-focused, and highly influential as Rod and Gwen entered college in 1970s California.
“Coming to Christ blew the doors off my life,” Gwen told Griswold, and after she met and married Rod, a fellow Jesus follower, the pair founded a Christian community. They sought and secured an organizational affiliation with the Brethren in Christ, an Anabaptist order that shared the Whites’ commitment to a nonhierarchical “priesthood of all believers” and the notion that followers of Christ ought to serve their fellow human beings with love, creating a beloved community, building the kingdom of heaven on Earth.
At first, Circle of Hope thrived and grew. Its ethos of radical inclusion attracted neighborhood punks and addicts, while forging a core membership of “Gen Xers and millennials who’d been hurt by organized religion or who rejected their parents’ Republican politics and rural churches, and were seeking more authentic ways to follow Jesus.” Congregants and curious others joined “cells,” small groups to foster communication and fellowship — “like being in therapy with Jesus,” as one member put it — and were empowered to create their own projects, from organized childcare sharing to a successful local thrift store. Membership swelled to 700 regular churchgoers, and Rod and Gwen spun off new outposts. By the time the pair stepped down from their official roles at the head of Circle in 2015, there were four congregations (three in Philadelphia and one in Camden, N.J.) each led by a devoted young pastor.
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It’s this quartet — Ben (the Whites’ youngest son), Rachel, Julie, and Jonny — who agreed to be profiled by Griswold, a New Yorker staff writer, poet, and daughter of a past Bishop of the Episcopal Church. If any reporter could immerse herself with deep understanding and experience into a project like this one, it is surely Griswold, whose commitment to nonjudgmental empathy glows on every page.
But this is no mere chronicle of what happens when Circle begins to fall apart, riven by internal debates about how much to engage in political activism, how to genuinely pursue antiracism and LGBTQ affirmation, and whether it can continue to exist as a church at all. “Amid moments of transcendence, almost every religious community has to contend with a leaky roof,” Griswold writes. “Inevitably the outside world bears down.” Circle, as for so many organizations in the past eight years, faced a perfect storm of quickly shifting politics, pandemic shutdowns, and new understandings of how to address societal injustices that seemed fairly easily sidestepped among well-meaning do-gooders, until they weren’t.
The real gift of the book is how Griswold is able to construct a taut narrative of the missteps and blowups among the four pastors, deftly tease out the modern dilemmas they face, and create a truly moving character study of the pastors themselves, along with Rod and Gwen and some of the church’s other members. There isn’t just one crisis (there never is), but one primary battle is over Rod and Gwen’s continuing influence post-retirement — this puts Ben, who presents as a skater dude but is also a deeply soulful hospital chaplain — in a terrible position.
Even more consequentially, Circle splinters over race: When Jonny, whose heritage is Egyptian, and other members of color report incidents and evidence of white supremacy, many white members (and the Whites) respond defensively. (After it’s all over, one of Ben’s brothers remarks that “my parents were crucified on the cross of wokeness.”) Rachel and Julie each find themselves yearning for a different way to lead, and to serve — and both resent it when their voices are drowned out by male loudness.
It’s nearly miraculous how Griswold manages to present everybody involved as neither villains nor heroes and heroines. “Circle of Hope” is a pleasure to read, despite the pain it often witnesses. “Churches are messy places where people seek many things, among them a common understanding of something larger than they are, of God,” Griswold writes. “This can be a beautiful, courageous endeavor that, in its effort to do right, usually goes wrong.”
Trying, failing, and then trying again — to do the right thing, to be a good person, to reconcile the quotidian and the transcendent — what could be more perfectly, messily human?
CIRCLE OF HOPE: A Reckoning with Love, Power, and Justice in an American Church
By Eliza Griswold
Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 352 pages, $30
Kate Tuttle edits the Globe’s Books section.
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A compelling portrait of the Chinese diaspora experience that doesn't quite land as either literary fiction or thriller. A debut novel calls out institutionalized imperialism in the Western world. While working at Harvard's Sackler Museum, Will Chen, a senior majoring in art history, witnesses a robbery of Chinese art.
In this way the book itself is a reach, from Li, using fiction to imagine a new and more righteous future. Portrait of a Thief's publication comes at a time when many museums in the West are being confronted with questions of ethics; Egypt and India have joined Greece in demanding repatriation of stolen works from Britain. The book embodies ...
I picked up Grace D. Li's Portrait of a Thief expecting a fast-paced, exciting crime thriller with characters who felt close enough to me in the Asian American immigrant experience to be almost instinctively relatable. What I got instead was a slow burn look into the minds of five relatively privileged Chinese American college students—all around the age of twenty-one—as they grapple ...
Praise for Portrait of a Thief "A number of heist and con artist novels published this year grappled with larger socioeconomic and racial injustice. The best and most entertaining of these was Grace D. Li's debut, Portrait of a Thief, which juxtaposes thrilling international antiquities heists against a layered examination of what it is to ...
Book Review. Portrait of a Thief is a unique debut novel that explores identity, the Chinese diaspora, and the last effects of colonialism through a story of an unlikely, inexperienced group of college students undertaking major art heists. When it came to reviewing this book, I had a lot to digest. I was excited to read a heist novel that dove ...
The novel wraps too neatly when the crew finds a way to repatriate the stolen art without actually visiting all five museums. But there's nevertheless something gratifying about justice served, especially when long overdue. In Portrait of a Thief, Li invites readers along for a ride in the crew's roving getaway car, promising breathtaking ...
—New York Times Book Review Ocean's Eleven meets The Farewell in Portrait of a Thief, a lush, lyrical heist novel inspired by the true story of Chinese art vanishing from Western museums; about diaspora, the colonization of art, and the complexity of the Chinese American identity History is told by the conquerors. Across the Western world ...
Find helpful customer reviews and review ratings for Portrait of a Thief: ... Portrait of a Thief is the story of a Chinese American seeking to restore pieces of his heritage to their rightful place at great personal risk, while recruiting others to do the same. ... As I write this review, trying and failing to do this book justice, my heart ...
—New York Times Book Review Ocean's Eleven meets The Farewell in Portrait of a Thief, a lush, lyrical heist novel inspired by the true story of Chinese art vanishing from Western museums; about diaspora, the colonization of art, and the complexity of the Chinese American identity History is told by the conquerors.
But as I was soon to discover, Portrait of a Thief is more than just a witty heist novel. I believe the most accurate description is that it is a quiet, intelligent novel about identity, culture, and, honestly, ethical dilemmas of art. Portrait of a Thief covers the life of six different college students as they work together to steal back some ...
A compelling portrait of the Chinese diaspora experience that doesn't quite land as either literary fiction or thriller. A debut novel calls out institutionalized imperialism in the Western world. While working at Harvard's Sackler Museum, Will Chen, a senior majoring in art history, witnesses a robbery of Chinese art.
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Overall. Portrait of a Thief is part heist and part Chinese American experience. It takes five college students from different Chinese American backgrounds and gives them the chance to steal five fountainheads stolen from the Old Summer Palace in Beijing for a wealthy Chinese CEO. While their motivations to take part were a bit on the flimsy ...
Portrait of a Thief - Tiny Reparations Books - 384 pages - April 5th, 2022 - $26.00 (Hardcover) The focus of this story is not the robberies themselves, although they are adrenaline-charging. Instead, this is a purely character-driven feast. All are tied together not only by mutual connections with Will Chen himself but also by their ...
Portrait of a Thief is the 2022 debut novel by Chinese American author Grace D. Li.It is on the New York Times Best Seller list and named a New York Times Best Crime Novel of 2022. Netflix acquired the rights to the book, and it is in development as a television series.. The novel combines elements of an art heist of looted art with an examination of Chinese American identity.
From early on in Portrait of a Thief (2022), American author Grace D. Li captures the idealism of her college-age protagonists, as well as how precarious this idealism this can be when faced with conflicts arising from societal pressures and their Chinese diaspora identities.This unique perspective shapes the novel's fascinating exploration of imperialism and the ownership of historical ...
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Instant NYT Bestseller • NPR's Books We Love • Steph Curry Book Club Pick . Ocean's Eleven meets The Farewell in Portrait of a Thief, a lush, lyrical heist novel inspired by the true story of Chinese art vanishing from Western museums, about diaspora, the colonization of art, and the complexity of the Chinese American identity.
A heist book relies heavily on descriptions. Readers need to know all the details the main characters are picking up on. They need to know where security cameras are, the escape routes, every single part of the plan; these are all necessary details in heist books. Yet Portrait of a Thief lacks these details. It detracts from the story.
Portrait of a Thief is the Chinese-American diaspora art heist that I never knew I needed. To be truthful, the heists in this novel are secondary. Li's debut novel is really an exploration of the impact of colonisation and the melancholic experience of diaspora.
—New York Times Book Review. Ocean's Eleven meets The Farewell in Portrait of a Thief, a lush, lyrical heist novel inspired by the true story of Chinese art vanishing from Western museums; about diaspora, the colonization of art, and the complexity of the Chinese American identity. History is told by the conquerors.
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BOOK REVIEW 'Circle of Hope' is the portrait of a church in crisis, and the messy humanity that might save us all Eliza Griswold, a preacher's daughter and a poet, brings grace and precision ...