These characters all have a part of me in them: my love for art, my fear of failure, my own experiences with China and as part of the Chinese diaspora. I also wanted to write about the college experience I had so recently left behind, and what it felt like to be young and invincible and certain you can do anything-but also deeply terrified of everything that’s about to change upon graduation. I wanted to write about thieves that weren’t expert criminals but Chinese Americans just like me, grappling with questions of identity and belonging as part of two cultures. I visit my extended family in China every other summer, and even as a Chinese American, the loss-and reclamation-of China’s looted art felt very personal. I had just learned about the true story of Chinese art vanishing from Western museums, and in my tiny studio apartment, I thought to myself, if someone asked me to do that, I might have said yes. I started writing Portrait of a Thief as a recent college grad, living alone for the first time in New York City.
Portrait of a Thief is my love letter to the heist stories I’ve grown up with, and also my response: What would a heist look like with an all-Asian cast? What would motivate these characters with so much to lose?
At the same time, they often feel like glimpses into another world, one that doesn’t always have space for people who look like me. I’ve watched the Ocean’s movies more times than I can count. I’ve always loved heist stories: the high-octane car chases, the smooth-talking con artists, the crew that comes together against all odds.
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