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As this story opens, Moyan relays her current circumstances to the reader as a forty-one year-old single woman living in her meager one-bedroom flat, reflecting on her life. She now teaches in a third-tier middle school, and does not love her job, or her students. Before long, she begins to divulge details about the two most important people in her life. One is Lieutenant Wei from her time in the People’s Liberation Army, while the other is Professor Shan from whom she learned to read great literature.
In her narrative, Moyan regularly moves between these two major parts of her life and back again, sometimes to confusing effect. Considering that the story is nearly 80 pages in length, if you don’t read it quickly it is possible to be lost in who the different characters are, and what is going on at any particular time. I found Moyan’s two worlds to be of significant interest me. I took delight in learning about the different novels Professor Shan was reading to Moyan, whether it was David Copperfield by Charles Dickens, or a work by D. H. Lawrence. Of course, the main importance of their visits together were not just the books. Rather, the time was used by Professor Shan to instill different viewpoints on matters of love and living to Moyan, and not just to learn how to read. These times were often solitary, with just the two of them reading and talking regularly.
While her time with Professor Shan involves very few characters, Moyan meets a number of fellow soldiers in her training in the military, many of which provide memorable scenes in the story. I choose to not mention any of them here though, just to not spoil as much of the storyline. The main problem I had with the work is that the meaning of the story seemed to have come at me from leftfield so to speak. While reading this, I couldn’t gather the reason for the story’s title until it was actually spelled out to me about 3/4th’s of the way through. Maybe I didn’t get it immediately because I read this story in chunks, and not all at once, but it did dampen my enjoyment of this work. I don’t know if this happened because I wasn’t paying attention enough, or because there some flaw in the writing, but I felt that I needed to mention it here because it struck me when I realized what had happened.
Despite this, I did enjoy this story and found it to be a good read. You can find it in Gold Boy, Emerald Girl: Stories.
Content Advisory: Drunkenness, Foul Language, Sexual Situations