BY SHANDA DEZIEL
Lindsay Wong
Lindsay Wong: shimon
IN HER 2018 MEMOIR, The Woo-Woo: How I Survived Ice Hockey, Drug Raids, Demons, and My Crazy Chinese Family, Vancouver writer Lindsay Wong described how her mother would drag her and her siblings to the mall food court for the whole day. That was the place Wong’s mom, who was suffering from an undiagnosed mental health condition, could escape the Chinese “woo-woo” ghosts she believed had come for her. “She thought that if we hid in retail paradise,” writes Wong, “then the elevator music, the hot dazzling display lights, and the blasts of delicious fatty-food smells would comfort and sustain us.” Anyone who has read that harrowing and riotous book would think that these days Wong wouldn’t come within 100 feet of a food court, but she actually finds it a place conducive to writing – and often cajoles author friends into meeting her there for a working hangout.