Everyone is aware of the Little
Red Book of Mao’s quotations that was carried by millions of Red Guards during
the Cultural Revolution.
I was less aware that he was a
poet and loved books to the end of his life.
An example from a collection of
Mao’s poems is Ode to the Plum Blossom:
After wind
and rain seeing off the spring,
Flying snow
comes as a harbinger of the spring.On the ice-covered cliff,
The plum blossom still shines,
Pretty, she does not claim the spring for herself,
Content to be a herald of spring
When hills are ablaze with wildflowers,
In their midst she smiles.
I cannot think of a current
political leader who could have written Ode
to the Plum Blossom.
Trying to gain some insight into what
Mao might have given to Shang, Chen gains access to Mao’s private quarters
which had been closed to the public for several years.
Qiu Xiaolong
describes Mao’s bedroom at the end of his life in Beijing:
What struck him as unusual in the room was the
extraordinarily big bed. Larger that a king-size one, apparently custom-made,
but apart from its size, it was simple and plain. About a quarter of the bed
was practically covered with books. It appeared as if Mao had slept with books.
I found the photo
of Mao's bedroom at the top of this post in a Chinese website. I do not know when it was taken but I find it
incredibly evocative of Qiu Xiaolong’s description of the room.
While sleeping with
books is far from an image surprising to avid readers and book bloggers it was
not what I expected to hear of Mao.
What was he
reading:
Chen reached out and picked one up, Zizhi Tongjian, sometimes called the “Mirror
of History.” It was a history book written by Sima Guang, a renowned Confucian
scholar in the Song dynasty, intended to mirror history in such a way that
emperors could learn lessons by examining it. Mao was said to have read it
seven or eight times. Most of the books on the bed turned out to be similar classics
and histories.
There is nary a
mention of any of the works of Karl Marx or later communist writers.
It was a solitary
existence for Mao in those final years filled with books:
And Chen couldn’t help imagining Mao alone in the room,
reading late into the night. According to the official publications, Madam Mao
didn’t live with Mao. In his last ten years, Mao lived by himself – except for
his personal secretaries, nurses and orderly …… At night, however, surrounded
by the ancient books, paranoid of “capitalist roaders” who would try to usurp
his power and “restore capitalism,” Mao suffered from insomnia, hardly able to
move because of his failing health …
I am not sure what emotions I have
in learning that Mao, who brought about the deaths of millions, especially
through the Cultural Revolution, cared passionately about books and wrote
poetry.
Oh that was interesting Bill - it sounds so strange and unlikely, I agree with you.
ReplyDeleteMoira: Thanks for the comment. During the two hour drive home from Saskatoon this evening I was thinking about another area of Mao's life that was involved in the book that is far more predictable.
DeleteBill - I must say, that's a side of Mao that I wasn't aware of either. I'm glad Qiu writes about it though, as I think we are often quick to put people, especially famous/notorious people, into certain categories without having a full understanding of their lives. As you say, Mao brought about millions of deaths and was responsible for quashing who knows how many ideas that might have been phenomenal. To know this about him is cognitive dissonance...
ReplyDeleteMargot: Thanks for the comment. I think we would like the famous to be more predictable than the average but Mao confirms the famed are as filled with contradictions as the rest of us.
DeleteI wasn't aware of the extent of Mao's passion for books - and yes, it just goes to show people are more complex than we might expect. I suppose it's like Hitler's vegetarianism and love for his dogs, or Stalin's shy smile and fatherly moments.
ReplyDeleteMarina: Thanks for the comment. Wait until my next post. It is about Mao and his dancing partners.
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