Life and Death in Shanghai (I)

At a young age, I realized that my parents had an eventful past. It was typical

for them to refer to the 1960 famine, the Four Cleanups, the Great Leap Forward,

the Cultural Revolution, etc., in conversations and when they doled out daily

parental guidance. The famine was regularly employed to teach frugality and

man-made tragedies were cited in disciplining impudence. They had had painful

lessons and were eager to pass on that knowledge to their only son.

 

To me, however, those were boring historical fictions exaggerated for effects.

A few years after I was born in the early 1970s, Mao died and ended with him, it

seemed, the political turmoils. When I reached school age, collective peasants

started to till their own plots and the country was opening up to the West.

Initially, we were still wanting in food and clothes, but things were looking up

year after year. All the bad things seemed to have run their course. I had a

bright future and no reason to be interested in the painful past. Just like

that, decades passed in oblivion.

 

History rhymes, I've heard, and my wondering bark has caught on the out-going

tide which has bestowed a different set of ups and downs. Like my parents, I

have strived all my life. Like them, I have triumphed and failed, gained and

lost. Gradually, youthful cravings have been whittling away and pain and

ugliness have stopped fazing me.

 

Recent headlines made by the Chinese Covid policies and practices (likened to a

quixotic exercise to kill all sparrows in the early days of the PRC), especially

in Shanghai, piqued my interest in that city and its tumultuous past. Through

reading, I realized the uniqueness of my generation of immigrants and wondered

in general about the experience of the Chinese elites in recent history. I finally

felt like to know the major events that shaped my parents' lives. It seemed

ironic that after both died, I started to ponder over what they went through.

 

Early June, Nien Cheng's book, Life and Death in Shanghai, was mentioned in an

interview with two Chinese American authors (Vanessa Hua and Maylee Chai) on

public radio and I requested it right away from the local library. She was born

in 1915 and it was about her years in the Cultural Revolution. Here were the

major events covered in the work

 

    1949 Chose to Stay in Shanghai

    1957 Husband Died of Cancer

    1966 Locked up at the No. 1 Detention Center

    1967 Daughter Murdered

    1972 Released

    1978 Rehabilitated

    1980 America, Washington DC

    1987 The Book

 

(To be cont'd)

[7grizzly]

回複 '暖冬cool夏' 的評論 : That's a great catch! Thank you!

[暖冬cool夏]

"have strove"== have striven/strived ?
I did not overpraise:)) Being a non-native speaker, your command of English is superb, even compared with native speakers.

[7grizzly]

回複 '暖冬cool夏' 的評論 : Thank you, 暖冬, for reading and your kind comments.
Once again, I felt overpraised but thank you.

You are right that China has achieved a lot since the 80s and therefore it's
important or at least interesting to understand the path that had led to it.
The book did a great job relating the personal experience of a remarkable
individual within the political contexts of the era. It was a fascinating read.

[暖冬cool夏]

A beautiful and edifying narration, with excellent choices of words and structure!
China's history is rife with wars, poverty and movements. But we did leap forward and achieve a lot since 1980s. We cannot afford to go back, and hope that history won't repeat (or rhyme, like this word) itself.