It also describes Tizon’s friend’s embarrassment about the size of his endowment, whereas the book states that “he liked being average.”. Also, the review described Tizon as an avid consumer of porn, but the book says the viewing was for research. “Big Little Man”: A June 29 review of the book “Big Little Man” said that author Alex Tizon is in his 60s. We have learned by now that in his adolescent years, Tizon wore many ethnic costumes in his quest for masculine identity - from “white suburban frat boy” to “swivel-hipped Latin lover, a Puerto Rican hipster, a Mexican street fighter, a Native American soothsayer” (“the only suits I avoided were Asian ones”) - and that watching television and going to the movies can be an excruciating experience, one he approaches with bated breath lest he see himself denigrated afresh in images of the Asian man as “houseboy,” “order taker,” “spectators,” “sage,” “brainiac” or “martial artists” who “keep their genitals in their pants” and seldom deviate from their assigned roles as “the runts of the human race.” What began as yet another spare, evocative rumination on ethnic identity has been for seven chapters cascading toward the barely concealed anxiety roiling at the center of the book. All of the book has been leading up to this big (little) reveal. You have to wait until the eighth chapter of Alex Tizon’s remarkable memoir, “Big Little Man: In Search of My Asian Self,” for confirmation that his title is the reference you’ve been hoping it isn’t and fearing it is.

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