The Last Lover by Can Xue,
trans. Annelise Finegan Wasmoen,
book review BOYD
TONKIN Thursday 17 July 2014
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PRINT AAA While his wife Maria weaves
intricate tapestries whose design
feels like 'dropping into an
abyss', Joe manages the Rose
Clothing Company in a Western
nation known as 'Country
A'. These days, Joe –
who loves stories
and even has 'a mania for
reading' –
has a sense
that 'everyday life has
transformed into a dreamland,
one that was like a chain
of interlocking rings'. Joe
supplies garments to a
rubber-plantation owner known as
Reagan, who on his
snake-infested tropical estate in
the South pursues a steamy
affair with a mysterious and
seductive Eastern woman, Ida.
'On this farm,' we learn,
'nothing was too
strange.' Indeed. A maverick outsider, the
Chinese writer Can Xue described
herself in a recent interview
as 'an experimental novelist
with a strongly philosophical
temperament'. True enough, but
nothing in that bland label
would prepare you for the
mind-stretching enchantments of The
Last Lover, one of the
first of her large-scale works
to appear in English. For
all the otherworldly oddity of
her settings, Can Xue (a
pseudonym that roughly means
'slushy late-winter snow') spins
her endless 'web of stories'
with unremitting logic, pace and
precision. Joe and Maria's tale of
wanderings in imagination and
– sort-of
– reality parallels the journey
of clothing-company owner Vincent
and his wife Lisa. Reagan
and Ida make a third
couple of adventurers in body
and spirit. Mr Reagan, by
the way, has plundered his
estates and secretly regards an
old 'forest keeper' as 'the
true owner of this land'
– but don't imagine you can
pin down this author to
any obvious political allegory.
You're in for a much
wilder ride. Born in 1953,
Can Xue suffered appalling
privations as a child when
her family fell victim to
Mao's persecution of so-called
'rightists'. Yet she seems both
to soar above and burrow
beneath the social and satirical
realism of her contemporaries,
such as Yu Hua, Su Tong
and the 2012 Nobel laureate,
Mo Yan. Figures from the East glide
enigmatically through this Chinese
vision of the West – from Kim
the Korean herder amid his
'silent and unbroken grassland'
and Amei from 'Country Z',
where 'our palaces have red
walls and green tiles, and
white hares run all over
the gardens', to Jin Xia,
of 'uncertain nationality', who
runs Reagan's business. Book-obsessed
Joe thinks 'he has a
singular feeling for Eastern
stories'. One way of interpreting The
Last Lover would be as a
delirious cross-cultural hall of
mirrors. The East dreams the
West, which imagines the East
as it conjures its own
West… However, Joe's land of louche
bars, broad vistas of prairie
and mountain, and ubiquitous
railroad tracks resembles not so
much modern America as an
Edward Hopper painting
– with some extra styling by
David Lynch at his uncanniest.
Meanwhile, animal spirits
– snakes, cats, mice, wasps,
talking parrots –
add yet another
layer of fantasy. The super-real world of Murakami
will spring to some readers'
mind, while Can Xue herself
acknowledges her debt to Kafka
(especially his own fantasia of
the West, Amerika), Borges and
Calvino. For local comparisons,
I would add the waking
dreamscapes of JG Ballard or
Kazuo Ishiguro. Can Xue delves
into 'the dual nature of
the world' as subjective and
objective, self and other. So the theme of East and
West locked together in stories
of mutual desire joins a
broader interrogation of love as