Farewell to
my Concubine
by Lilian Lee
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“. . . life is just a
play. Or an opera,” Lilian Lee writes in her 1992 novel of hopeless love set
against the backdrop of China’s 20th century struggles. “It would be
easier for all of us if we could watch only the highlights. . . but the players
have no choice. Once the curtain goes up they have to perform the play from
beginning to end. They have nowhere to hide.”
The two young boys who
will become known as Cheng Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou meet for the first time in
1929 (the 18th year after the overthrow of China’s last emperor, Lee
lets us know), as apprentices in the centuries-old art of classical Chinese
opera. The school where they study singing, acting and martial arts for stage
fighting is a repository for the orphaned and abandoned, the young castoffs
hoping for a start in life. It’s also a place of Dickensian grimness, misery
and abuse, but all in the name of art.
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What is it, the master
demands, and is horrified to learn that Douzi has a vestigial sixth finger. The
defect, the master insists, will disqualify the boy from working as an opera
singer. In the uncertain political and economic circumstances prevailing in
China at the time, the master has more than his pick of the brightest and most
beautiful apprentices to choose from.
Douzi’s mother flees with
him to the school’s kitchen, searching desperately, but not for food.
From the kitchen, the
students heard a piercing cry and find the little boy whimpering. “The cleaver
had cut through flesh and bone, replacing his deformity with an open wound. But
he had survived the shock. He was going to live.”
Twelve-year-old Xiaolou,
then known as Xiao Shitou (Little Rock) for his head so hard he can break
bricks against it, is the biggest boy at the school. He protects the wounded
younger boy from the school’s bullies. And although willing to hide in the
older boy’s shadow, Douzi decides initially that he’s mostly full of hot air
and “wasn’t worth getting to know very well.”
“But we are still in the
theater,” Lee writes. “Still, their story is not that simple. When one man
loves another, it can’t be simple; and it’s hard to know how to begin. . . The
lights dim again until there is nothing but a lone spotlight shining center
stage. A faint creak, and the curtain parts. It is their first meeting.”
And with their 10-year
contracts of apprenticeship signed, Douzi and Shitou have survived the first of
the many perils that assail them during the tumultuous 20th century.
The best – and worst – is still to come, as the specter of war with Japan looms
over their country.
(Next Friday, Adventure
classics continues a May of historical adventure with Lilian Lee’s Farewell to my Concubine.)
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