Victoria Chan

Sep 26, 2024 | maisonneuve.org | Victoria Chan

Illustration by Patrick Kyle Also in this issueGeneration GapThere was a time when I relished beingthe youngest in the room. As a millennial, I grew up perusing Sailor Moon fan sites and searching for the answers to life's big questions on Ask Jeeves.

Aug 8, 2024 | macaudailytimes.com.mo | Victoria Chan

The Greater Bay Area, encompassing Guangdong, Hong Kong, and Macau, has long been a vibrant hub of cultural integration and artistic exchange. During the 18th and 19th centuries, this region, shaped by the burgeoning China Trade, witnessed a remarkable convergence of Chinese and Western art, architecture, and history. Delving into the captivating narratives of this era reveals a rich tapestry of cross-cultural encounters and artistic fusion that shaped the region’s identity.

Mar 18, 2024 | memoirland.substack.com | Laureli Ivanoff |Lynne Tillman |Mark Bessen |Victoria Chan

Welcome to Memoir Land—a newsletter edited by , now featuring four verticals:Memoir Monday, a weekly curation of the best personal essays from around the web brought to you by Narratively, The Rumpus,  Granta, Guernica, Oldster Magazine, Literary Hub, Orion Magazine, The Walrus, and Electric Literature. Below is this week’s curation. First Person Singular, featuring original personal essays. Recently I published “You Have Been Given,” an excerpt of ’s new essay collection.

Mar 12, 2024 | thewalrus.ca | Victoria Chan

After a series of returns to my hometown over a fifteen-year period, a trip in 2017 confirmed a truth I’d been avoiding: Hong Kong did not feel like the same place I had known as a child. Between failed attempts to get by with my faltering Cantonese and an inability to recognize the once-beloved neighbourhoods that had defined my childhood, I felt like a stranger in my own home.

Sep 4, 2023 | thewalrus.ca | Victoria Chan

When I was growing up, my parents never seemed to take care of themselves. I remember rushing to Toronto Western Hospital in a cab with my mom in the early hours of one particular morning after witnessing her having a panic attack. This happened sometime in 2012, when home was just me and her—my older sibling had moved abroad, and my dad was working in a different province.