I grew up in the semi-tropical south, dotted by wet paddy fields, but I always wanted to go to the north, the solemn and tough north. According to the geopolitics of China, the north represents culture and power, while the south retains rotten feudal traditions and trivial domestic comforts. I spent the first nineteen years of my life in the southern Chinese province called Zhejiang, a green hilly region south of Shanghai. There, everything was about agriculture. During the day people toiled in the rice paddies beside their buffaloes; at night three generations ate noodles while listening to the chickens in the backyard.
Well Done, No. 3777!
State of Mind
Nothing to be afraid of | State of Mind
Anil K. Seth on the ties between our brains, bodies and consciousness.
Brother | State of Mind
Max Porter on an extraordinary therapy session with his brother.
A Mingling | State of Mind
Siri Hustvedt on contagious emotions.
Mistaken | State of Mind
Maru Ruefle on the complexity of names.
Threshold | State of Mind
Berry Lopez on the interplay between love and fear.
Best book of 1947: L’Écume des Jours by Boris Vian
‘In those spring nights, I sat by barbecue stalls in the streets of Beijing, reading this novel under dim streetlights while eating lamb skewers.’
The Price of Freedom, Including VAT
‘I had lost my native country, now I was going to lose a continent.’