The soul of a person passionate about music is capable of giving off sound.
The intelligible forms of ancient poets
The fair humanities of old religion...
They live no longer in the faith of reason:
But still the heart doth need a language, still
Does the old instinct bring back the old names.
For Chi Zijian, not only does the heart need a language, "the soul of a person passionate about music is capable of giving off sound" as well. Figments of the Supernatural, a collection of six stories by Chi Zijian, is like a piece of music that flows from the depths of the author's heart. This music carries the reader to a world where nature is shrouded in a ring of spiritual light, and the ancient relations of man with nature come alive. Elemental natural forces, tender human emotions, and a rich spiritual dimension all underlie the six pieces in this collection and endow Chi's writing with a special lyrical beauty and sense of timelessness. For these qualities and her delicate literary sensitivity, she was awarded the 2004 Suspended Sentence Fellowship, a literary exchange program that aims to highlight the Joycean dimension of timelessness and continuity in contemporary literature.
Born in 1964 in Heilongjiang Province, Chi Zijian is one of China's critically acclaimed young writers. A prolific writer, Chi has won many Chinese literary prizes, including the prestigious Lu Xun Literary Award. While sharing some of the concerns and sentiments of women's literature, Chi Zijian's unique perspective and exquisite style single her out among her contemporaries. Her writing brings a freshness to the increasingly pluralistic scene of contemporary Chinese literature.
Figments of the Supernatural is the first book-length translation of Chi's work into English. The six stories in the book were selected by Simon Patton, the translator, "intuitively" from Chi Zijian's book Walking with Water (Yu shui tong xing), published by China Youth Publishing House in 2001. In his admirable translation, Simon Patton tactfully retains the subtlety and sensibility of the original.
The first story Fine Rain at Dusk on Grieg's Sea (Gelige hai de xiyu huanghun) moves back and forth between the hometown of the late Norwegian composer Edvard Grieg and a small town in northern China through the agency of sound and music. From Grieg's music on the waterfront, to the enigmatic sounds of a landlocked town, sound becomes the link between the human world and the supernatural. Listening to Grieg's music at Grieg's home and watching fine rain dropping on the surging waves of the sea, the first-person narrator is reminded of the strange sounds she heard in a deserted country house in northern China, which made her flee from that place. An epiphany now dawns on her: the strange sounds she used to hear in that wooden cabin were truly heavenly music, a song of the human spirit, and she feels ashamed to have tried desperately to rid herself of them. She realizes now that those sounds were "the expression of an unbroken attachment to the human world made by a soul which yearned for life". So she returns to the wooden cabin after her trip to Norway. Once there, listening to those familiar sounds, she thinks of Grieg and his music across the ocean, and her heart swells with affection.
Tender feelings and affection also permeate the second story The Potato Lovers (Qin qin tudou). Just as the sounds in the first story link heaven and earth, the potato flowers here create a bond between the living and the dead. The Potato Lovers tells a story of a country couple who grow potatoes for a living. When the husband dies of lung cancer, the wife Aijie decides to fill his grave pit with the potatoes harvested from their own field. Through those potatoes, her husband in the other world can relate to things in this one. The sweet and bitter ending of the story is especially touching. After her husband's burial, as Aijie is leaving her husband's grave, "a round, plump potato had fallen to the ground from the top of the heap and rolled all the way to her feet, coming to a halt by her shoes. It resembled a small child who, accustomed to the doting affection of its mother, now implored her for that intimacy of a mother's love. Aijie gazes at the potato with tender affection and scolds it gently: 'Are you still with me?' "
Just as there is a link between the people and music/sound in Fine Rain, and between people and plants in The Potato, in the third story Cow-rail in Fog Month (Wu yue niulan) we see a strong bond between the protagonist, a boy named Baozhui, and his animals. One night Baozhui awakes to see the writhing bodies of his mother and step-father. His step-father, in a rage, hits the boy, permanently damaging his brain. Baozhui moves to the cow-shed and refuses to return to the house to live with his family. As he listens to cows chewing their cud in the night, he is plunged into reverie, but his memories are only "as dimly visible as the white fog outside, an abyss of darkness". Baozhui lives protected by his cows: "Blossom mooed quietly as soon as Baozhui returned to the cow-shed. Her young master had never gone out at night before, and she was probably worried about him. Dir followed this with a gentle lowing of his own. Even the hot-tempered Flatface chimed in with a very brief call, joining the ranks of the well-wishers". It is this special bond between Baozhui and his cows that gives him power against pragmatic forces around him while at the same time gradually bringing him closer to other people. This is quite different from the idiot boy Bing Zai, who is but a symbol of ignorance and misery, in Han Shaogong's story The Mute.
The fourth story, Washing in Clean Water (Qing shui xi chen), gives an account of the tradition of yearly bathing as seen from the perspective of a boy named Tianzao. Tianzao is always responsible for heating up and emptying out the bath-water during this family ritual. He detests the formality of the annual bath, and he especially doesn't like it that he has to bathe in water already used by somebody else. This year, however, the bath gains a new meaning for him, not only because for the first time he is allowed to use clean water, but also because the sound he hears from the room where his parents are having a bath evokes in him an adolescent awakening, albeit a rather vague one. The sound of the splashing bath water, of the shuddering bath-tab, and the murmured endearments of his parents make Tianzao go itchy inside, and as his face turns bright red, "he felt an overwhelming desire to sing ... as he hummed, the still night made the melody sound particularly stirring -- it really sounded as if the music of heaven were all around him".
Willow Patterns (Heliu tu) is a story of Jinlan's second marriage, and her difficult relationship with her husband, the widowed Pei Shaofa, and his daughter. Jinlan can always sense the presence of the late wife of Pei Shaofa, which makes her profoundly uneasy. To Jinlan, "her new family was like a machine that had automatically assembled itself and that frequently broke down. Sometimes these breakdowns involved a human element, sometimes a ghostly element, and sometimes they involved the river willows". Whenever Jinlan thinks of her ex-husband or feels emotionally frustrated, she goes down to the river to look at the willows. The symbolic function of the willow branches is evident.
The final story Cemetery under Snow(Baixue mu yuan) shows how a family copes with grief and how strong the love is between the narrator's parents. After the death of the husband, a round, red speck appears in the wife's left eye. The red spot does not vanish until she visits her husband's grave in the cemetery under snow. "Father had been unwilling to go off alone and sleep in the cemetery in the hills, and so he had hidden himself in Mother's eye until she took him to his resting place herself -- only then did he have the peace of mind to remain there". The first person narrator always feels the presence of his deceased father: "I knew that Father was never really there in the room with me, but it felt like I was seeing him all the time". The presence of the dead is always felt, whether aurally, as in the sound and music in "Fine Rain", or visually, as in the red speck in the mother's eye. The dead still affect the living; they live in various forms and capacities in people's hearts.
These stories do not present bigger-than life heroes or idealized abstractions of man; instead, we are given representations of reality and individuals restored to their most commonplace details. By virtue of these characteristics, Chi Zijian is often referred to by critics as a "neo-realist" writer. Neo-realism, still a vital mode of representation in China, deviates from the impersonal and instrumental approach of critical realism -- later socialist realism and revolutionary realism -- that dominated modern Chinese literature from 1919 to the mid 1980s. Insofar as she reflects individual ideas and sentiments and depicts the everyday life of ordinary people, Chi Zijian's writing is akin to neo-realism. However, her works seem to defy clear-cut labels, partaking at the same time of romantic and nativist characteristics. In terms of artistic expression and representation, Chi's writing, with all its sensitivity, intimacy, sentimentality, and melancholy, is steeped in romanticism. This is how the story of Potato Lovers begins: "If you could look down at the town of Lizhen from the Milky Way in July, you would see gardens everywhere in full bloom. ... in the light of the moon and the stars [the flowers] are suffused with a bewitching silver-grey color. When -- doing your utmost not to make a sound -- you listen to the gentle whisper of the wind caressing them ... a rich, enduring fragrance that comes from the earth: the perfume of the common potato flower. Amid the splendor of heaven, you are unable to stop yourself from crying and, as your tears fall upon the bell-like flowers, they make a pleasant music that is gracefully disordered".
Chi Zijian's commitment to her hometown, her interest in folkways and customs, as well as the feelings of nostalgia and homesickness evoked by her texts, echo Nativist literature (xiangtu wenxue) of the Republican era. Chi's writing about her native place in northeast China, for instance, is reminiscent of Xiao Hong's Tales of Hulan River (Hulanhe zhuan): apart from their similar lyrical style, one finds similar regional flavors, local festivals, even exorcist rites -- though the pictures Xiao presents are far grimmer than those of Chi Zijian. Chi's pantheistic approach to nature and her depiction of rustic simplicity and sincere human affection also remind one of Shen Congwen's rustic stories, such as Border Town (Biancheng).
Reading Chi's stories, one has to marvel at her masterly execution of language. Her choice of diction, imagery, symbolism, and voice all contribute to the quiet enchantment, subtle melancholy, and mellifluous beauty of her writing. The vivid images, such as the fog, snow, rain, waves and trees, not only create a strong pictorial effect, but also embody subtle emotions. "It was just before twilight, there was something about the trees that made them seem reluctant to part with the sunlight, and this gave their greenness a moist sheen that made them look as if they were weeping". She perceives music in every spindrift and snowflake: "the welter of raindrops looked like countless spirits dancing as the rise and the fall of the music led me to a realm of the utmost purity and beauty. At that moment, I felt as if the music had emptied my body of all that it contained; all that remained within me was a clear breeze, the singing of birds, the stamens of flowers and the shadows of clouds and all this made me feel as light as air."
Overall, Figments of the Supernatural is a beautiful book, containing richly detailed depictions of the traditions, customs, and everyday life of ordinary people in north China. These stories may not be as sensational as Shanghai Baby, but they nevertheless possess a quiet charm and lasting grace. Chi Zijian's writing takes its reader not only on a journey of heart and soul, but also on an excursion of beauty and charm, where nightingales' sweet songs reverberate amidst a vast forest often covered by snow.
(MCLC Resource Centre November 30, 2005)
