Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
When we arrived, I was, at first, a bit disappointed, because from the front the building is unremarkable. However on the fourth floor, where the galleries are located, I was utterly attracted by several works.
One was "1st
Light, 2005," a projected digital animation by Paul Chan. The moving silhouettes that are projected onto the floor – flying bicycles and other materials, in contrast with falling human figures appearing at intervals – gives an odd yet long-lasting impression. According to the description I read afterward, this work is a post-9/11 parable of politics and religion. The rising material and falling body reversal characterizes our era.
Another piece, a blanket made of pins painted black gives a deceptive soft and downy feeling. I had an impulse to touch it as you would at any soft and warm object. This irony between the thorny actuality and soft appearance fascinated me. I thought about borrowing this approach in my writing. I was so totally absorbed that I forgot to look at the title, artist name, or description of the piece.
The material and appearance contrast (apparently many artists are going in this direction) is also evident in a work by Cornelia Parker. I was surprised to find out that the hanging objects were charcoal. It turns out the piece is titled "Hanging Fire."
And we found out what was unique about the building's architecture: the back part of the 4th floor hangs in the air, sticking out over the bay waves. Looking out from the window the sight is peculiar.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Nicholas Kristof, op-ed columnist for the New York Times, yesterday began a "shaming
When Mr. Kristof calls the Beijing Games "genocide Olympics," he mentions no words about the 1936 Berlin Olympics, in which the
Further, I am surprised that Mr. Kristof, who writes about
Speaking of human nature, here's a small but illustrative incident:
One day, when I finished shopping in the local Stop & Shop, several heavy bags in my hands, my exit was blocked. A middle-aged man was standing in the middle of the narrow doorway talking on a cell phone. I waited for a few moments. He glanced at me but did not make a move. I finally said, "Excuses me, why do you stand in the door?" The man turned to me and said, "Fuck you, foreign lady!"
His wife, who was still in the store with a child, rushed over and pushed him out of my way. I heard the wife say, "She's right. You shouldn't stand in the door." The husband replied, "But she could have asked nicely!"
Apparently my accusing tone toward the man did not help. It only angered him.
A country is much like a person, only its reaction could be longer lasting and have higher impact.
I, too, want a better situation in
Weapons are for killing. Any country selling weapons to any other country is a shame, be it the
A more effective approach to restrain international weapon sales might be to establish an international treaty, much like the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty. If so, the first question that comes to mind is, would the
By the way, I am not an advocate of the Beijing Olympics, for reasons I give in another journalism piece, "Beijing Olympic Boycott Over Burma Will Only Alienate Chinese People."
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Hu Ziwei’s husband, Zhang Bin, is a famous sports announcer. On Dec. 28, Zhang was hosting a press conference to announce the renaming of China’s Central TV “Sports Channel,” when Hu walked onto the stage, interrupting his speech. Shetook over Zhang’s microphone, and sobbed to the astounded audience, “I just learned two hours ago that Mr. Zhang Bin has kept an improper relationship with another woman.” More>>
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Today he passed away, and it's a shame. Not just because of the fact that no one will be able to enjoy his work anymore. Not just because for us Bat-fans, he won't be in the third film (if there is one). Not just because I feel like I've joined the Heath Party too late...but because he was only 28 damn years old, ... More>>
Monday, January 21, 2008
Entering a hotel in the Xingchang County of Zhejiang Province, a majestic lion stood fiercely in my face, it startled me. I looked again and it was a lion specimen in a big glass case.
(Photo copyrights 2007 Maple Xu)
Friday, January 18, 2008
Note: Maple is an avid traveler and photographer in China. I savor her travelogues, which are always unusual. Here I'm sharing with you the latest she sent me last week. Any translation error is mine. - Xujun
Yuyuan is a little known village in China's Zhejiang Province. For many hundreds of years, the villagers surnamed "Yu" worked and lived peacefully there. A first glance at the village would reveal no difference from any others around.
One day, by chance, someone flying by in an airplane looked down and saw it. He was so shocked that he broke out into a cold sweat. The eleven hills surrounding the village, together with the Taiji Yin-Yang Fish, constitute the 12 signs of celestial zodiac. Arranged in the classical Eight Diagrams, the village's 28 building blocks correspond to the 28 Celestial Mansions, with seven old wells forming the Big Dipper. The Yu clan's ancestral hall is located in the center of the constellation. A complete Taiji Celestial Diagram on earth!
The news spread, and brought in curious visitors. They found the oldest man in the village, who told a legend.
An ancestor of the Yu clan, Yu Lai, was friend and classmate of Liu Bowen (1311-1375), the great war-strategist from the Yuan Dynasty. Yu Lai had no interest in fame and wealth, and loathed officialdom. He lived all his life in the country, fishing, gardening, composing poems, and teaching children. Liu Bowen deeply respected the lighthearted classmate, and kept close contact with him even after Liu had became one of the highest officials in the emperor's court.
Every time Liu Bowen visited his home, which is not too far from Yuyuan, he always came to see Yu Lai first and stayed for a few days. Liu Bowen was a learned man, conversant from a young age in the art of war, works of Confucian and other ancient Chinese classics, astronomy and geography, Yin-Yang and divination. He was also fond of geological exploration, and had deep attainment in hydraulic engineering.
At the time, Yuyuan constantly suffered either drought or flood. Epidemics occurred frequently; people lived in dire poverty. Liu Bowen rearranged the Yu clan's generational names according to celestial constellations, and designed the Taiji celestial diagram for the village's reconstruction. Under his guidance, the villagers changed the straight stream into a curved one, and used the new stream as the Yin-Yang border in the Taiji diagram. The houses and wells were relocated accordingly. From then on, Yuyuan Village became free of disasters. Now the Yu clan's incense has passed to the 28th generation. Most of the over two thousand residents are surnamed Yu. The village is the largest Yu clan inhabitant in China.
The Yuyuan Village Taiji Diagram measures 320 meters in diameter, and has an area of 120 hectares, or 720 acres. The village preserves over 400 ancient buildings, with refined woodcarving, as well as stone- and brick-carving. In the eyes of the old residents, every tree in the village has a designated location that can't be moved. Any move would break the Feng-Shui, and the person who causes such a break would suffer retribution.
Shortly after the Liberation in 1949, someone attempted to fill a well so he could build a house over it. As soon as he finished filling the well, his house was on fire. Digging to reopen the well put out the fire. Any attempt to refill the well brought the fire back. Several attempts later, he gave up and did not dare to be impetuous any more.
That well is one of the seven stars in the Big Dipper. I found it following the village map faithfully, as if searching for treasure. So many years have gone by; matters are the same, people are different. In the well, clear water still bubbles.
An old lady was washing a bamboo board by the well. She told me an ancestral temple in the village has a beam that unfailingly makes the correct forecast for the weather.
I asked around along the way, and finally found the somewhat beaten old house. The keeper pointed to me the legendary beam, with nine perfectly preserved carps carved on it.
But when I first saw the carps, I counted and counted but could only find eight. "This is what you don't understand," the keeper twisted his lips complacently, "in the old times only the emperor was entitled to the number nine. If nine fish were obviously carved on the beam, wouldn't it risk the suspicion of competing with the emperor's 9-dragon pillar? That's why our smart ancestor honored the taboo and carved the 9th fish in the mouth of the eighth."
After seeing the light, I indeed found a lovely brisk little fish in a big fish's mouth.
It is said that the fish turn crimson for a sunny day, but khaki under an overcast sky. Rainy days, they are brown. That day when I visited, the weather was uncertain: after being cloudy for a while, it drizzled. Then it turned overcast again.
"Is that why the fish show alternating khaki and brown?"
The keeper responded to my question with an unfathomable smile.
(Photo copyrights 2007 Maple Xu)
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Against my initial suspicions that those city inspectors who took part in the beating might be uneducated street thugs hired for the dirty job, they were actually chosen from a competitive process. In other words, they might otherwise be normal government workers. Then what made them enjoy the beating with such eagerness? Is it the nature of a mass action that gives men the sense of legitimacy in violence?
Rusty Barnes, editor of Night Train, called Merry Speece's story "Stone Dog" one of his favorites. When I read the story, it is its peculiar, inimitable language that fascinates me. You'll need an Adobe reader to read "Stone Dog." But don't worry if you do not have one – here is another work by Merry Speece on Poemeleon, where she claims "I don't distinguish much between poetry and prose." Treat yourself with this read.
Monday, January 14, 2008
At some point last year, the renowned literary magazine StoryQuarterly changed hands. However, concerned writers never received words from its new publisher about what happened. As recent as last week, some of my writer friends still thought SQ was under the editorship of its long-time publisher MMM Hayes. Yesterday, MMM Hayes sent a memo to the list of authors she has published, including me (my story, "Goldbach's Conjecture," appeared in SQ 40). With her permission, I'm posting MMM's memo below, and hope it clarifies a few things. Comments and questions are welcome and appreciated. - Xujun
Wishing you all a wonderful and productive new 2008! 2007 welcomed a big transition for StoryQuarterly as it expanded to online publishing within the Narrative Magazine group and I want to take this opportunity to tell you all how much I’ve enjoyed working with and getting to know you.
After eleven years of editing and publishing, I felt ready to move on to some other projects, but wanted StoryQuarterly to continue to grow and thrive. In 2007 I left editing with one of SQ’s stories anthologized in the O. Henry Prize Stories and another in Best American Essays, always a lot of work, but so worth it, and I wanted a healthy future for SQ. I found the perfect vision, and ability to execute, in Tom Jenks, a long-time friend at Narrative Magazine. The change occurred last May; after I’d turned over the stories I’d chosen from last year’s reading period to the Narrative people to negotiate their own contracts. I was delighted to see StoryQuarterly become a paying market, plus seeing Narrative’s huge online circulation give a giant boost to StoryQuarterly’s already large literary readership. Narrative published SQ’s annual print edition in a beautiful new format—take a peek at www.storyquarterly.com. The book, titled 13 Lies and 3 Truths is available through print-on-demand, or at Amazon.com. All of this means more visibility for my authors, which I find deeply gratifying.
Since May, I’ve personally hunkered down to finish up two novels of my own, and had time to take an inspiring course on Milosz, given by Adam Zagajewski, newly visiting professor at the U of Chicago. But much as I’m enjoying my return to the real world, and sending my own writings up to bat, I must admit that I already miss the personal contact I’ve had with you all over these busy years and I’ll always be grateful for the lifelong friendships I’ve made while mud-wrestling over word choices in your stories. So on to the next, but I’ll always be part of the industry, in a number of ways. Once a book addict, always a book addict, right?
I hope you’ll continue to update me on your own lives with email news, pictures, and copies of new books. Email me, or send stuff to the same old address:
I hope you share my enthusiasm for the changes in the industry. I got a new Sony ereader for Christmas and the new Kindle will have audio too. I’m sure technology will convert even more readers from the online generation, a phenomenon in the making, in my view. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
How I do PW stuff, part 1: "When will my book be reviewed?"
How I do PW stuff, part 2: all imprints great and small
How I do PW stuff, part 3: which books get reviewed
How I do PW stuff, part 4: starred reviews
How I do PW stuff, part 5: editing reviews
Sunday, January 13, 2008
High Priest's Grave
Seven is everywhere in the ruins at Chichen Itza, our Mayan tour guide Santos Yah tells us. Now toward the end of our tour, we stand in front of the High Priest's Grave. Santos counts the step-pyramid temple's stone walls, "One, two, three, four, five…seven walls. When it was explored, 1993, 1997, that's how we know, it's a tomb. In the tomb was found skeletons. Do you have an idea how many skeletons?"
People murmur. An American man's confident voice raises above others: "Seven thousand!"
"Seven," says Santos.
A Mexican T-Shirt
Bob went running early in the morning outside of our Cancun hotel, as he did daily at home. A Mexican man in his thirties ran ahead of Bob. The man wore a T-shirt with text around an airplane, like this:
Bob, who learned enough Spanish in his youth when he bicycled through Latin America jungles, described the T-shirt to me afterward and said the text translated as "Authorized Terrorist." Then he commented, "People apparently are more relaxed about these things in Mexico."
Friday, January 11, 2008
This week, the New York Times managed to surprise me with a report titled "1977 Exam Opened Escape Route Into China’s Elite." It was curious that the Times would take up a subject whose significance is difficult for Americans to comprehend, while a disappointment that the reporter apparently failed to grasp, let alone convey, the significance of the event in question.
This report falls short in three ways: it uses an incongruous headline, unillustrative examples, and an unresourceful reporter.
Incongruous headline: since winter 1977,
Unillustrative examples: so, assuming the headline holds, who are the elites from the 1977 class (which happened to be my class)? According to the report, a couple of unheard of Chinese immigrants in the
Wrong reporter: apparently the reporter, who might otherwise be quite competent, was unable to find more representative or interesting sources from the class of 1977. I don't blame him. To have deep connections in
What I don't understand is why the Times does not use a Chinese writer or reporter who has better grasp and sources for things like the 1977 exam. I have been reading the Times for many years and have yet to see a major report on
If I were to write a report on this subject, I would not focus on how the 1977 exam changed a few people's life but instead how it generated a class with no precedence or antecedence. It was the first and the last exam of the lost generation of idealists, and it picked out a collection of the most aspiring students who, with no university to go to for ten years, had labored at the bottom of society and gained real understanding of China's problems. This unique, often painful, experience was what made them a class with unparalleled dedication to learning and, subsequently, a practical mainstay of
Thursday, January 10, 2008
I brought this book along - an arbitrary choice more or less - for pleasure reading during vacation. Now I'm unexpectedly pleased. Whenever I get a few minutes between activities I want to open it. This is probably one of the most open-minded yet truly informative craft books you will find today. The author's intelligence as a writer and a thinker springs onto the pages. I suspect any writer who does not have an MFA (like me) might learn a few things while enjoying the read. I especially relish the "Reading as a Writer" sections.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Mayans have Chinese blood, a local man tells us. The man has mixed European and native Mexican blood, and speaks nearly perfect English. Any evidence? I ask. "See that woman?" He points to one of the hotel staff walking by. "See her eyes?" I glance at her as she glances back at me, suspicious. Indeed, the Mayan woman's eyes look more like mine than his or my husband's. Further, the Mayans have names such as
And the Mayans have Mongolian blood, he adds. "You know about the Mongolian spot, right?" "No." "You don't know?" He is genuinely surprised. "The Mongolians have a black spot here," he places his palm on his lower back, where the tailbone might be. "And the Mayan kids have it too. It disappears at twelve." Some Mayan children will even offer to show their black spots to tourists.
Last night, we bought a loaf of fruit bread from a Mexican supermarket. This morning when we sliced the bread, a tiny white plastic figure emerged from within. We brought the figurer to our hotel concierge, Andy. Her eyebrow leaped. "You found that?" She said something about a child who finds the doll is responsible for bringing food to the celebration on February 3rd. This is what I found on the internet afterward:
Rosca is the name given to any ring-shaped bread or cookie. This sweet bread was once used by the friars to evangelize: a small doll, representing the Christ child, is baked right in the bread- "hidden", to symbolize the hiding of the infant from King Herod's troops on the day of Los Santos Inocentes, the Holy Innocents. This treat is traditionally served on the festive Three Kings Day, when the children receive their toys. Whoever gets the slice of rosca with the doll in it has to provide the tamales and atole for the next party, on Candlemas.
"How many blues?" A Mexican girl named Pamela asks me. We are looking at the blue waves of the
"Fifty six," Pamela says.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Right: "Gregorie and Jean-Luc"
Below: "Family Vacation"
A bonus photo (below): "Claim Device"
(Photo copyrights 2007, Sonya Eberlein. All rights reserved)