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542 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1791
The flower's aroma breathes of hotter days.
’Jing-qing, old fellow! It’s me! it’s Bao-yu!’ - he called him several times, but Qin Zhong [formal name for Jing-qing] seemed unaware of his presence. Again he called:
‘It’s Bao-yu!’
In point of fact Qin Zhong’s soul had already left his body and the few faint gasps of breath in his failing lungs were the only life that now remained in it. The ministers of the underworld, armed with a warrant and chains to bind him with, were at that very moment confronting him; but his soul was refusing to go quietly. Remembering that he left no one behind him to look after his family’s affairs...But the infernal visitants had no ear for his entreaties and silenced him with an angry rebuke...
‘What?’ screamed the officer in charge of the party in great alarm. He turned angrily on his demon minions.
‘I told you we ought to let him go back for a bit, but you wouldn’t listen. Now look what’s happened! He’s gone and called up a person full of life and health to come here right in our midst! This is terrible!’
'Whether we fuck arseholes or not,' he said, 'what fucking business is it of yours? You should be bloody grateful we haven't fucked your dad. Come outside and fight it out with me, if you've got any spunk in you!'So begins my five volume, 2200 page plus excursion into a scene more modern than Journey to the West and less so than A Search for Lost Time. Thus far, loads of characters, myriad customs, and both a subtlety and a frankness surprising in some respects: Xueqin was forbidden from speaking of an affair (or perhaps an assault) between a wife and her father in law, and thus couched her death in far less accurate, if sensational, terms of a suicide via hanging, but buggering, both gay and bisexual ranges from being barely veiled to outright boasted of, as displayed by the excerpt above. All in all, while I'm more engaged in the end due to not drowning so much in names and descriptions, I'm in this more for the knowledge of the broad range of themes on display, replete with the burgeoning familiarity of poetic inventions, political machinations, and heavenly doctrine showing up in timely moments to to give the story an almost foreordained structure, complete with interference by holy monks and demons from hell. Thus far, our "hero" wafts complacently over many a female cousin and less passively in interactions with everyone else, especially a spiteful father, and despite hints given in combination of text and end note explanations, it's rather unclear what will happen next.