The book is entirely set in St. Francis City by the Bay and it’s epicenter is in Chinatown. Charity Bing is a good girl --she spends much of her life in the Chinatown public library.--With these few exceptions... There are shocking references to the atrocities committed in Nanking in the Japanese war against the Chinese in the 1930’s from a client Charity meets when she briefly works as a girl of pleasure in a she-male brothel in San Francisco’s Tenderloin. Just as she briefly worked in Alice Hung’s brothel, so she has a quick fling in ‘The Red Mouse’ collective, a Communist/Socialist work cell which she falls in with at the UC Berkeley campus where the industrious ‘transvesti’ (as she mistakenly calls herself back in that day) audits classes for free.
Most of the action of this novel is set in 1970’s Chinatown. By the year 2005 Charity has survived loneliness, poverty & a broken heart & the reader gets to examine her life once again at age 60. We see Charity in 2005, ensconced in a safe small studio apartment where she is sequentially taken to tea by one or the other of her 7 friends.
The novel’s highly spiritual. With a sexual edge & good humor. They live in the shadow of that ever-present threat, the ‘Big One’ as SF locals calls it;-- an earthquake shaking them;--a potential disaster:
"Where’s your Earthquake Preparedness Kit? I want to inspect it!"
"I’ve just begun it dear, I don’t have everything yet..."
"Do you have a flashlight? There’s a rolling power outages throughout the state!"
Charity finds the box, and Delilah opens it, begins to rummage through. "Bottles of pills, good. Ointment, Band-Aids--and a dildo?"
Delilah gazes up, holds the purple cucumber shaped sex toy delicately between two flashy manicured fingers. "An Emergency dildo?"
Throws it aside and digs further into the box.
"What’s this?" She points to a brown plastic box nestled beneath Emergency green socks, bras, and nylon pantyhose. Ruefully unwraps it.--Inside are two bottles of female hormone pills. A bottle of liquid Estrogen Compounded Solution, and 5 syringes with inter-muscular size needles.
"Oh... Emergency Estrogen."
"Well Girl! You might want to put on some EMERGENCY LIPSTICK TOO! When the Big One starts rumbling!"
"It’s in the peach colored pouch." Charity says, chagrined.
Typewritten in the original authors original font and not spell checked-this is an original first edition. This is Charity Bing’s story in her