Chapter Five, in which Shen Fu settles once and for all the Senkaku/Diaoyu Island Debate

Students in my Late Imperial China class are familiar with Shen Fu, the writer and artist who wrote “Six Records” about a life of financial hardship, troublesome family, his loving relationship with his talented and dutiful wife Yun, and some of the indignities of trying to cling to elite status in the increasingly complex society of late 18th/early 19th-century China.  The problem though is that of the six records, only four are extant…until now, and will wonders never cease, it just so happens that Shen Fu turns out to be an expert witness in the ongoing debate between China and Japan over the status of the Senkaku/Diaoyu islands.

From China.org/China Daily:

A hand-written document believed to be of a missing part of a Chinese literary work which showed the Diaoyu Islands as being part of China, was auctioned for 13.25 million yuan (2 million U.S.dollars) Monday in Beijing.

The item was hand-written by Qian Meixi, a calligrapher in the Qing Dynasty (1644-1911). It is believed to be a copy of the fifth chapter of “the Six Chapters of a Floating Life” of Shen Fu, a writer and painter also from the Qing Dynasty.

This island chain, once a tributary of

Another CIA/NSC Archive Film: “China: The Roots of Madness” (1967)

Another classic attempt to “explain and understand” China from the CIA/NSC archives, this one is like some sort of unholy mash-up of John King Fairbank, Max Weber, Henry Luce, Edward Said, and the KMT propaganda department…but there is some useful archival footage as well as interviews with seminal American “China watchers” such as Theodore White and Pearl Buck.  Huge h/t to my fellow historian G.T.

CIA/NSC Archive Film: “China Leaps Foward” (1958)

Today’s a big dissertation working day so I’ll leave you with this gem, a 1958 film produced by the CIA and the National Security Council: “China Leaps Forward.”   Enjoy.

h/t to fellow historian G.T.

The historical record for November 19: Xu Zhimo

It’s November here in Beijing.  Three weeks ago, before the snow really started to fall, we took the plants in from our garden.  A week later, as we were looking out at our small patch of bamboo bending under the weight of the snow and ice, we decided that it was unfair that it should suffer too.  So we made a place for it in our living room.  It actually looks kind of nice and seems to be adapting well to the artificial warmth of being indoors.  But now when I look out from my desk and into the yard, it all seems so gray.  We have pumpkins on the windowsills and corn husks hanging so there is a bit of (autumnal) color, but I do miss the greenery and warmth of the garden in bloom, plants and flowers filling the corners and nooks of our small outdoor space.

The cat sitting on my desk, staring out at the garden in summer.

Xu Zhimo was a poet of the

Voices from China’s Past: Sima Qian on the Wisdom of News Blackouts

Ed Note: This post is the first by Sean, a graduate school colleague of mine currently in Taiwan doing research for his dissertation.  He’s one of the smartest guys I know and I’m really happy to have him contributing here to the Granite Studio.  Enjoy.  

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Shortsighted governments using the power of the state to silence criticism is nothing new, in China or anywhere else. Sima Qian, the founding father of Chinese Historiography, dealt with similar sorts of narrow-minded rulers in his day (and paid a steep price for it), and gave China’s future officials and princelings this timeless advice, in the form of an anecdote about King Li of Zhou:

[King Li of Zhou] acted cruelly and extravagantly.  The people in the capital spoke of the king’s faults.  The Duke of Shao remonstrated, saying: “Your people can no longer bear your orders.”  The king was angered.  He found a shaman from Wei and had him watch for criticism.  Whomever he reported was killed.  The criticism subsided, [but] the feudal lords stopped coming to court.  In the thirty-fourth year [of his reign], the king became even more stern.  No one in the capital dared to say a word, but