(December 2012)
I’ve recently touched on the effects of
Japan’s rapid industrialization and Westernization since the end of the sakoku period. My exact words, in case you've forgotten, were, “in
barely five generations it’s gone from being essentially medieval to one of the
most economically and technologically advanced nations in the world, and
frankly it’s not surprising that social change hasn’t kept up with that hectic
pace.” China’s in much the same boat now, but instead of five generations, it’s
only been five decades. It’s been a fairly bumpy ride.
The whole book is very anecdotal, and as
such the memoir sections are stronger. The contemporary commentary does appear
to lack a certain journalistic rigour. Lots of stuff presented as, ‘Here’s a
story I heard about how society is going to the dogs. Young people today, eh?’
It’s consummately written and all too believable, but if I’d read a Western
writer offering a story about a single teenage girl getting an abortion as evidence
of the degeneration of society I’d be a little sceptical as to the wider
picture. I see no reason to suspend that scepticism here, much as I may have
been primed to do so.
That said, the chapter on ‘Reading’ is
worth the cover price alone. Wonderful, life affirming stuff, that one. And the
rest is pretty good too.
Lu Xun. Read the short story 'Benediction'. Sadly, it describes more of humanity than just the setting in China.
ReplyDeleteI might just do that. Was completely unaware of him before reading this book, but it appears he is/was something of a big deal. Thanks for the starting recontamination.
DeleteAnd then read your Du Fu (or 'Tu Fu'). My small knowledge of Chinese literature now exhausted.
DeleteI haven't been able to find Ezra Pound's evocative, if inaccurate, translation online, but:
"Though a state is crushed
Its hills and streams remain;
Now inside the walls of Changan
Grasses rise high among unpruned trees;
Seeing flowers come, a flood
Of sadness overwhelms me; cut off
As I am, songs of birds stir
My heart; third month and still
Beacon fires flare as they did
Last year; to get news
From home would be worth a full
Thousand pieces of gold;
Trying to knot up my hair
I find it grey, too thin
For my pin to hold it together. "