Remarkable Women in Ancient China (10)- Wen Xiu

Who is she:

  • Once concubine to the Last Emperor of China Puyi, otherwise known as Consort Shu or the Good-hearted Consort

Notable Life Events:

  • Born on 20th of December, 1909, to a Mongolian family that was part of the Manchurian Eight Flag army 
  • Entered Puyi’s Court at the age of 12 as Consort Shu (it was said that Puyi had randomly chosen her when he was asked to choose his empress- he had abdicated then but they allowed him to keep his title as emperor- but it was decided by the court that Wen Xiu did not have the good looks and family wealth fit to be an empress so she became a concubine instead) 
  • Left one day from where she was living with Puyi and the Empress to start suing for a divorce after nine years of marriage to Puyi. Most of her own family (except for her sister) frowned upon this action. This was known as the Revolution of the Knife Consort and occurred in 1931. The divorce was finalised upon the condition that she would never remarry. Later, in the same year, Puyi tried to save face by denouncing all her titles. 
  • Eventually remarried to a soldier of the Natinonalist party in 1947 until her death in 1953, when she died of a stroke 

Why is she remarkable:

  • The first woman to actively seek a divorce with an emperor (and get it)
  • The only consort of the emperor in Chinese history who had ever taken up a teaching position (it was her first job after the divorce but she had to leave the job when her identity as Puyi’s ex-concubine was exposed) 

Moonlake’s thoughts on her: 

It’s clear that Wen Xiu is a woman who has a clear mind of what she wants and can act decisively to pursue it. It was said that one of the driving factors behind the divorce was that she tried to influence Puyi to break from the Japanese who only propped him up as a figurehead to no avail. 

English reference on her: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wenxiu

Adventures Abroad the Chen Xing- Chapter 7

Full darkness had fallen, with only starlight pointing the way for wayward travellers. I could see the outline of the crater’s edge in a rough circle around the top of the forest and lights from the Xing. My peripheral vision caught flashes of light far away- a reddish firefly sort of glow, but when I turned towards that direction there’s only darkness. I figured it was too late to go back and with the space suit I had on, camping out was totally feasible. 

Some scuffling came from below and then Estella’s voice, “Sam!”

“I’m up here, couldn’t see much. Some dim light in the distance. I’ve marked the direction so we can explore in the morning.” I hollered down my report. 

“We can barely hear you!” Aurora shouted back. “Are you stuck?”

“No, I’m fine. I will camp up here for the night.”

Estella and Aurora made some exchanges between them. I couldn’t decipher the actual content with the wind blowing so loud. 

“…we should head back to the ship before dawn.” I heard Aurora call up. 

“Sam, are there things I can stab up there!?” Guppy’s squeak cut in. 

“No, nothing to stab up here. I can barely see anything. I thought it would be a good idea to climb up here so I can see better…”

“But I wanna see.”

More talking that I couldn’t hear, I assumed the gals were trying to dissuade Guppy of climbing up. Though, knowing the kid, it probably wouldn’t work. 

“All right, kiddo, I will climb down. You, hush and don’t move.” I resigned myself to do the sensible thing. I’ve always known that children would be trouble; you have to act all sensible around them. 

“Guppy’s coming up to see, then you can both climb back down together.” Estella shouted up. 

It did not take long for the kid to come up. “Hmm… looks like I underestimated you.” I gave Guppy an appreciative nod.

“Ooh, that’s pretty. Sam, why did you stop? They’re beautiful.” Guppy went over the edge and out of sight. Her voice got fainter towards the end, as if she was moving away. 

“Crap, the kid has gone off. I better go after her.” I told the other two gals. 

When I tried to climb over, a bout of dizziness hit me and I had to drop back down. It felt like there was no air right over the lip of the edge.

“Oh, I’m totally bringing some of this back to the ship. Sam! Where are you? You need to see this.” Guppy’s voice came to my ears. 

“Crap, something is going on here. If you don’t hear me again in 1 minute, climb up here and go off towards the direction with the light.” I shouted down below before attempting to get down on Guppy’s side again. 

I took a big gulp of air first and charged up over the edge. I felt my lungs about to burst up like a torn sack and my skin felt all wrong. The world was spinning in front of my eyes. In the midst, I saw a lot of small reddish flickering lights. I staggered forward a few steps before I felt like I was about to tip sideways. I held still, hoping that I wouldn’t fall over. 

“Hey, Sam, you don’t look so good.” I saw Guppy coming close, but her face was distorted like in a funhouse mirror. 

“Hmm, maybe you should go back. Here, take my hand, I’ll help you.” I groped for her hand, which appeared in multiples, all overlaid with each other. Then a small hand took mine and led me back over. 

Not sure how long passed- 15 minutes?- I felt normal again. Guppy was looking at me with huge eyes, looking worried. “You ok, Sam?”

“There’s something with this edge. I couldn’t breathe whenever I go near it.”

“Can’t breathe? But it’s totally fine!”

“I don’t know, it’s getting late now. We better go down so Aurora and Estella aren’t worried. Come on, kiddo.”

“Ok. Then I can show them what I found. Look.” Guppy held out a hand smeared in a glowing reddish goo. I stooped to take a closer look. I decided it was some kind of bioluminescent algae, something in Estella’s expertise. 

“Aurora! Estella! I can’t wait to show you.” She shouted before eagerly climbing down. 

“Show us what?” Aurora called up.

“Look! It’s beautiful.” The glowing reddish goo has spread to Guppy’s arms, cheeks and hair. She danced around in the dark, hopping and making a light show. 

“You just bathed.” I laughed at Aurora’s groan, not that she could hear it. 

“I’m a glowfish!”

Estella chuckled. “You look like a thousand fireflies flying in formation!”

“I’m a space firefly!” Guppy danced around even more. 

“I wonder if this stuff will make good plant repellent?” “Find anything interesting up there?” Estella and Aurora spoke at the same time. 

“Um… no. Just lots of this stuff. And rocks. That’s it.”

“I couldn’t breathe whenever I was near the edge.” I pulled a long face at the thought that I performed worse than a child. “Guppy is fine though.”

“Oh, yeah, Sam got sick up there. You ok now, Sam. I was really worried.”

“Really?” Aurora eyed Guppy curiously, “Sam, feel like climbing back up there, covering yourself in the goo and seeing if you can breathe?”

“Don’t go alone, Sam. I don’t want you to get sick again.”

“It’s probably because Guppy is shorter so is closer to the ground where the breathable air is.” Estella pointed out.

“I’m okay now.'” I bent down to Guppy’s eye level to tell her. “Hmm… I don’t like goo normally but it might be worthwhile to try that.”

“I’ll go with her. Just in case.” Estella said. 

Guppy reached up her fingers and smeared goo on my nose, then giggled. I tickled her under the chin.

“Hey! That’s cheating.” Guppy squealed with delight. 

Aurora grinned from ear to ear, “I’ll stay down here with the firefly.” 

“Yeah, I’ll stay here and play space firefly with Aurora.” Guppy smeared goo on Aurora and ran off giggling. Aurora went after her and the two left a trail of laughter. 

Me and Estella exchanged a smile and went up to the edge. “By the way, Sam, next time you run off, can you leave us an arrow drawn in the dirt or something? We nearly didn’t find your trail.”

“All right.” I smiled sheepishly.

We both gooed up and tried to go over. The same as before. I tried to push through and didn’t even make it as far as before. I knew when to call in a defeat and retreated back to the safety of the ledge. 

Me and Estella looked at each other. We speculated over how Guppy could do it before climbing back down to join Aurora and Guppy. 

“And that’s what I would do if I were a space firefly captain.” We heard Guppy telling Aurora as we got to the bottom.

“You’ll make a natural leader when you get older.” Aurora told her before turning to us.. “How’d it go?”

“Goo tactic didn’t work.” I concluded. 

“Aww, you didn’t get to play with the goo?”

“A pity,” Aurora nodded thoughtfully.

Guppy looked bummed. “I wanted more goo.”

“Staying close to the ground didn’t either, no idea how Guppy can breathe up there.”

Guppy looked back and forth at all of us. “Whatcha talkin about breathin?”

“Um…” Aurora gave Estella and me a blank look.

“How do I describe it? Whenever I go over the edge, I get dizzy, I feel like there is no air, you know?” I tried to explain to Guppy. 

“Oh… Yeah, I forget sometimes…” Guppy had her head hung down while she played with a rock with her toe. 

“What do you forget?” I prompted her. 

“Please don’t make fun of me.”

“Go on, we won’t, I promise.” Estella encouraged her. I nodded. 

Her voice had gotten so low that it was almost a whisper. “Well, I don’t need ta breathe. Knife boy got mad at me once because he held my head under water and I didn’t get scared or anything. All the other kids made fun of me, called me a freak, so I don’t talk about it.”

“Oh, that’s just your magic talent.” Aurora told  her with a cheerful smile.

“But they like it when it makes me a number one scout.” Guppy puffed her chest out with pride. “Magic?” She looked confused. 

“See, you do have a special ability! Like we talked about before, your special talent, like mine is building machines and Estella’s is feeling people’s emotions.”

Tears start forming in her eyes. “But… But I’m not special. Everybody knows it.”

“As far as talents go, that’s a really neat one.” Estella agreed.

“You’re special in our eyes. You’re part of our crew, right? That makes you special even if nothing else does.” Aurora told Guppy. Guppy’s lips started quivering and she looked like she wanted to bolt. 

“Come on, kiddo. Tears are.. well, you only cry when you are happy.” I turned away to avoid looking at Guppy crying; I never liked the sight of tears, it gave me a queer feeling. 

“It’s okay, being special is a good thing,” Aurora reminded her, taking her gently by the hand.

“Um technically…” Estella pretended to point out awkwardly. “Guppy having a talent makes her normal, like everyone else, not having one would make her special, so she’s right, she’s not special.”

Aurora played along, pausing a while before saying. “Well.. There you have it then, Guppy, having a talent makes you not special.”

Guppy squeezed Aurora’s hand and wiped away her tears with the other hand, making her face glow more. “Aurora? When we get back, can I have more cake?”

“Sure, we still have some red velvet.” She promised Guppy, nodding to me and Estella. “Let’s hurry back before Hue eats it, okay?”

I nodded and turned to walk off in the ship’s direction. We made it back easily. Somehow the number of plants hanging outside the ship seemed to have gone down. Abroad the Xing, Aurora wrestled Guppy into a bath before finally rewarding her with cake. 

“I’m not sure if she’s a natural at being a mother, or just improvises really, really well.” Estella observed with a giggle.

I shrugged. “That’s one new experience I never ever want to try, motherhood.”

“After I get some sleep I’ll get started on that bio-fuel converter.” Aurora concluded the sentence with a yawn.

“You and me both, Sam.” Estella punctuated the sentence with an empathetic nod. “Excellent, I’ll do some test digging to see why the plants never overran the clearing, and when it’s dark we can harvest some plants for the converter to turn into fuel. Wasn’t there some lights you said you saw up top, Sam?”

“Yes, they were the same colour as the goo, actually.”

“Oh, well that answers that.” Estella nodded. “Can you give me a hand tomorrow digging a few test holes, Aurora and me are curious why the plants never overgrew the clearing, and are thinking maybe there’s something interesting under it, ruins or whatnot.”

With the plan for tomorrow all set, we all went to bed. 

***

An alarm went off when I was still in sleep. I jumped up from the bed and donned my battle gear before going off towards the bridge to investigate the alarm. The bridge door won’t open again; I caught a wisp of green hair in my peripheral vision that veered off towards Engineering- Estella. I decided to take the old approach of vent crawling. Not that I loved crawling but someone had to get rid of those pesky plant creatures. 

Sure enough, the first thing I saw in the vents was a bunch of tentacles stretching through it. Taking out my hedge clippers, I took a swipe at them. The clippers made a gash along one of the vines but didn’t cut all the way through. It twitched and another vine shot out at me. I wrestled with the vine and was put slightly off balance. I took another swing at the vines and this time the tool snipped right through one of the vines and it fell twitching to the bottom of the vent. 

I wiped sweat off my brow. “That was close.” No more adventure with the vines until I got through the shaft to the bridge and was looking out through the vent exiting into the bridge. Apparently, they had gone a step ahead of me and were running rampant within the room. And with purpose, their layout didn’t look like plant growth as much as a circuit of some kind, connecting the various panels in the room. I didn’t like the look of that. I climbed out and took an experimental swipe at an important node- well, as far as I could tell, not that I’m an expert at this kind of stuff. I wondered how it would react when I provoked it like this. Perhaps it sensed my intention, it lashed out at me before my clippers got to it. I nearly tripped over some other vines trying to avoid the attack but it had to do better to change my mind. 

Apparently, where I hit happened to be one of its weak spots. The clippers shredded several vines and partially severed another. Some other intact vines twitched as well; the circuit impression sunk into my mind more. And apparently I did not completely break the circuit, perhaps damaged one of the important nodes. A vine took a swipe at my head. I could feel the coldness as it swished harmlessly over me when I danced out of the way, albeit a bit clumsily. The clippers took some getting used to.

I wasn’t liking the plant circuit business one bit so I took another go at it. The vines tried twitching out of the way of the clippers while some others blocked my way. Even with that, I managed to cut partly through another vine. That provoked a more aggressive response when it tried to grab my wrists and neck. By now, I had gotten in practice and easily got out of harm’s way. 

I sliced through another key vine. The other vines started twitching as if in a spasm. Some smoke rose and the creature began to retract into the vents and through some of the panels, leaving me amidst a room full of burst open panels, exposed wires, controls partially taken apart and the remnants of several vines sticking up here and there. I went over to the panel for alarms to pinpoint the section of the ship for which it was triggered but it was not working at all. Time for H squared so I headed on over to Engineering. 

The songs we could have been singing

This is a piece created from a prompt from Maya Stein’s Press Play. I truncated the last paragraph because it was too personal but I like the ending to this truncated piece as well. Enjoy: 

The songs we could have been singing, the dances we could have danced, the words we could have spoken… how long do they stay with us, or do they fade away eventually like everything else? 

The songs we could have been singing when we were happy, when we were sad, when we were angry… Why did we not sing them? Because we couldn’t sing, or because we were not alone and we did not want to be heard singing? 

The songs we could have been singing, the tears we could have shed. Could not but did not. 

The songs we could have been singing, could have sung… I don’t remember any actually because singing isn’t my thing. I cannot get the notes right if there are no instruments to set the tune for me, I can’t sing. But I like songs, or I like lyrics and the stories they tell. I collect lyrics. 

TBR for the rest of this year

Apparently I’m down to the last 4 slots of my 20 books quota but somehow I get the feeling I might do another set of extensions out. I’m now reading book 2 of a fantasy trilogy by an Australian author and the Twilight of the Gods by Scott Oden, at the same time. I’ve also got the Da Vinci Code next up after this. I’ve been alternating between fantasy and mystery for a while now. 

Beyond that, I was actually thinking of picking up Robin Hobb’s Liveship Traders or Rain Wilds but there did not seem to be electronic copies for them at my local library. And now that I’m on a roll with ebooks, I actually prefer them, especially since Mum’s been extra-cautious about foreign objects brought into the home. The last paper copy I read this year until Twilight of Gods was Cloud Atlas and Mum put it out in the laundry for like a whole day and sprayed Dittol on it or something and the same treatment was given to Twilight of Gods of course. Anyway, since my assigned readings are all done this year, I figured I’ve earned the right to prioritise ebooks for the rest of this year unless there’re books that I really am dying to read. Such as The Twilight of the Gods which I ordered last year and it’s finally arrived so I was automatically put down as having reserved it. The state I’m living in- Victoria in Australia, was in lockdown which was just lifted on Tuesday the 27th of July so I got a phone call to say I had gotten an automatic extension on it until after the lockdown was lifted. And I was getting tempted by Guy Gavriel Kay’s Fionavar Tapestry trilogy, as of two days ago.

I’m not quite sure what other books I will be reading for the rest of this year (the title turns out to be misleading that way, I admit I’m coming up short concerning posts about reading and a TBR list is just my go-to topic) . I have got a 2-page book list that I’ve curated since 2 years ago or something but I’m still largely operating on whims. I’ve ticked off maybe 3 or 4 books from that list so far. So all shall be revealed at my quarterly Book Discoveries posts. Stay tuned. 

Reeds speak to you of the natural world

This is still from the poem Starfish. And in fact, I took more from the original poem in the opening. “Reeds speak to you of the natural world. They sing, they whisper”- those are all from the original poem, except for punctuation. In fact, I quite like the whole phrase together and was going to take that as my prompt at first before I realised it’s going to deadend me because I’m working off so much imagery from another person so I truncated it. And I still liked the resulting piece. The interesting thing about it is that I’m not really a naturalist though I’m a brownie, which is half a greenie for those who don’t know. 

Reeds speak to you of the natural world. They sing, they whisper, they lament, they moan, they mourn. 

Reeds speak to you of the natural world. Yes, those reeds by the roadside, that you thought were weeds. They do that. Why do you think they do all that? Human encroachment, of course. We tend to think the wild encroach on us but we also encroach on the wild, no? Perhaps we are much more of an encroachment issue to the wild than the other way around. What do you think? 

The reeds whisper to you of the natural order. They whisper because they are tentative, timid, they don’t know whether you’ll listen or not. So they just want to dip their toes in a bit but no full commitments yet. This way they can pull back if they want. If they judge it right. 

The reeds whisper to you of the natural order. They sing. They sing in celebration, in joy. It is their ritual, their sacred ritual. 

Memorable Sleuths

For a change, I’m going to blog about my second genre in reading today. And here in this post I’m going to list out all of the sleuths that are memorable in my minds (I just can’t pick my favourite so I’m going with the bundles of them that stands out to me, in no inherent order):

  • Sherlock Holmes- Okay, I admit it’s not the character so much as how the stories were written. I have a taste for plot-driven mysteries which is exactly what the original stories were. 
  • Kinsey Millhone (Sue Grafton’s Alphabet series, I was actually going to read all of them and then I Googled her Z and found out I would never get to read it because the author had passed on)- quaint and socially reclusive, I can empathise with that. I think I lost sight of her in a bunch of the books but then she came in one of the ones at the end so I was kind of excited by that. 
  • Tommy and Tuppence (Agatha Christie’s Tommy & Tuppence Mysteries)- the classic dynamic duo of detectives and the only sleuths from Christie that I actually liked (actually, perhaps this statement doesn’t really stand now but it stood when I read the series. Then, I’ve only read her Poirot and other standalone books. Since then, I think I kind of liked Miss Marple but not to the extent that I liked Tommy and Tuppence). 
  • Mary Russell (Mary Russell & Sherlock Holmes by Laurie R. King)- I was immediately taken by the premise when I encountered it and was determined to follow the series. But then after two books I had forgotten about the series altogether, resulting in an inability to track it when I remembered it once again. It was years down the track that I finally heard mention of it again in one of my FB reading groups. So far, I’m getting the feeling that the earlier books were written better, in terms of a quicker pace that suited me better. But I’ve got a long way to catch up so it might be just a not quite right impression. Anyway, I did like Mary quite a lot when I first encountered her. Like she really stood up on her own alongside Sherlock Holmes in the first book and Sherlock Holmes really stood up to his counterpart in the original. That’s why I was so eager to follow the series back then. 
  • Brother Cadfael (Chronicles of Brother Cadfael by Ellis Peters)- the classic father figure of sleuths and I just really liked the blend of mystery and medieval cloister life. 
  • Sister Fidelma (Sister Fidelma by Peter Tremayne)- I liked Fidelma well enough but I probably preferred the genre more compared to her. Those who’ve been following this blog know that I have a soft spot for genre-hybrids that blend any of my usual genres of fantasy, mystery or historical fiction.

Is it a message finally or just another day?

Yet another piece based on a prompt from the Starfish poem- I was thinking of the subscription to Wild Writing Family and I like to know that I could commit to the three times a week free writing before I got it. So what I did was go to the Wild Writing video on YouTube and then take down all of the lines she suggested as well as any that jumped out at me. I think I’ve still got one or two more pieces inspired by this poem. Now that I’ve actually subscribed and been doing Wild Writing for a while, I don’t regret having subscribed to it. Those who followed this blog from the early days will know that I do struggle for content with this blog and Wild Writing is giving more than enough material that I can feed into my blog, alongside with my other serial posts.

I believe the piece below was the first Wild Writing piece where I had jumped out of myself (through loose association in the second paragraph). Enjoy:

Is it a message finally or just another day? I don’t know. Who can know this? People might know afterwards, with hindsight. I mean, sometimes you think that way, after an experience, driven by an emotion. But do you think the same way about it 5 years later, 10 years later, 20 years later? Or do you think I got the wrong message that day? It wasn’t what I thought it was? Is that more likely to happen? Because people change, right? So what seemed to them to be the way is not so anymore? They outgrow a certain perception and then the world just shifts? Maybe it doesn’t even shift, not so small, so harmless a movement, maybe it titters over the edge and completely shatters? And then the message, no matter how much you believed in it, just became obsolete, like the old ink on a piece of paper that had been written over and over? Can you recover that text underneath then? Would it still make sense if you do, or would they be fragments, without enough connection between them for you to understand anymore? 

Is it a message finally or just another day? I let the pigeon loose with the message just now. I have no idea if it will make its way back to me, or when it will; I did not even know whether it was a homing pigeon. But if it comes back, I will be here for it, I think. I will be here, sitting on a bench opposite the fountain. Will I recognise the pigeon without the message? Probably not. I am not a great animal lover or anything. I don’t even go to the zoo, can’t stand the smell. But maybe I will feel it. Maybe. 

Adventures Aboard the Chen Xing- Chapter 6

The massive plant lashed out at me again and I returned the favour. The vines squirmed every which way but somehow managed to slip out of the range of my shot. Then I got a liberal spray of Estella’s weedkiller. As did the plant thing. 

A bunch of sizzling noises and the thing starte scrambling away. I sent some parting gifts after it, which took off a couple tentacles. That gave it the impetus to quicken its pace. It got to a certain point, suddenly reeled back and dived underneath the Xing. 

“You okay Sam?” Estella walked up and asked me with my concern. 

I looked down at myself- there were a few welts on my arms. “Nothing serious.”

“It fled under the ship so..” Estella grinned, holding out the weedkiller spray. “Keep it under there, I’m going to head to the bridge, retract the landing gear and crush it.”

“I guess I will just stand here and look intimidating, that should keep it cowed enough under there.”

“We can go under and try to dig it out if you want?” Estella asked me. 

“Nah, too much work, and I’ve had enough crawling to last me a while.”

“I hear that.” She nodded, passing me the sprayer and running to the bridge.

It was about five minutes. A little green goo was leaking out from under the ship. Not long after, Estella came up besides me. 

“Guacamole?” she gestured to the goo with a wink. 

“No thanks.” I made a ‘throwing up’ expression.

“We’ve got the plants at bay for now, so what’s next?” 

“I think the priority is to forage for fuels and other stuff.”

“Agreed, though we need a way to keep the plants from eating us while we do so, they’re proving unexpectedly resilient. Maybe we could have Aurora and Hue rig up some jumpsuits with sponges on the forearms, shins and chest areas and soak those in weedkiller?” Estella suggested, “Then the plants won’t see us as tasty options.”

I thought  about it. “Sounds like a plan.”

“I can put something together for us.” Aurora had come out. “Though harnesses with sponges on them and strap on arm and shin guards would be far easier than making jumpsuits, faster too.” 

“Yeah that’ll work, I’ll get the weedkiller prepared. Sam, would you be willing to climb on top of the ship and look around for any signs of other crashed vessels or points of interest? Wandering the jungle at random doesn’t sound promising.” Estella assigned me a task. 

I assented and started climbing up to the top of Chen Xing from where I stood. Mostly what I saw was the jungle but in the far distance the wall of the crater stood out tall, grey and rocky with no visible plant life on it. It looked like a good high vantage point so I climbed down and headed into the jungle. I could see plant monsters at the edge of my vision but as far as I could tell none of them noticed me. 

The way through the jungle was slow going. I had to push my way through heaps of dense foliage. Thick but thankfully unmoving vines and roots ran amok on the ground.. A scuffling noise and a sense of things moving in the trees surrounded me. And was something following me? I told myself it was just nerves. Still, I kept alert, in case I got jumped from behind. Who knew what viny things are truly vines and what are those creatures masked? 

Just then I felt a pull around my ankles. I yanked my feet away in the other direction. When I looked down, it was some vines, thin, greenish-purple and covered with thorns. Speak of the devil. 

It was getting dark and I hurried on. Luckily, no more plant encounters before I reached the edge of the crater wall. I looked up towards the rock face. Some plants were growing out of it but based on the previous encounters, I tried to avoid them and used rocks as hand and foot holds instead. 

I made it up easily enough even though it took a while. It was almost night but with my magical ability which I dubbed as Eagle Eyes, I could see clear enough. It was a little chilly though. My head cleared the edge and I was about to pull myself over when all of a sudden, there was no more air. I almost lost my grip on the rock and barely caught myself in time. 

Did I see floating lights over the lip of the crater wall just now or was it dizziness? After catching my wind, I finally stood up and surveyed the view below. 

Chinese Lore- A Selection of Mythical Fauna (4)

Blue Snake (aka Southern Snake)

Physical Description:

A fairly normal snake (further details unknown)

Special Properties:

Its head contains a strong poison but its tail can serve as a poison antidote.

Lore:

It was said that people living south of ancient China* has managed to create a very strong poison known as the Blue Poison made from the head of the Blue Snake and other ingredients that is fatal minutes after ingestion. The only antidote for this poison is the tail of the Blue Snake.

*Possibly, the reference is to the area now known as the Yuan Nan province where reputedly a minority tribal society of people known as the Miao specialises in creating poisons and worms that allow them to control other people. Note that this is the author’s own speculation, the online Wiki did not specifically mention this point.

Translation Quirk:

The characters for ‘blue’ and ‘south’ are quite similar in pronunciation, whether in Mandarin or Cantonese.


Pillage Ape (aka Jia Guo or Horse Deriative)

Physical Description:

A monkey-like creature, about 170cm in height, that can walk upright like humans

Special Properties:

Said to be able to distinguish human genders through their body smells and be capable of stealing beautiful women without people noticing. Since there are no Pillage Apes of the female gender, these stolen women became the spouses of these apes and were held hostage until they borne it a son at which point these women would be returned back to the woman’s family to raise up its off-spring. When born, these off-springs look no different from normal humans and remain so when grown up. If such off-springs are abandoned, then the woman will die so all ‘returned’ women raise their children with the Pillage Apes dutifully out of fear for their own lives. It was said that all such off-springs have taken the surname Yang*. For childless women who are never returned to human society, they become lost forever in ten years’ time. It is said that by then, they will have not only become similar in physical form to these Apes, but also fallen in mind and would no longer have the desire to go back to human society.

* This is not the Chinese character in the term Yin-Yang. This surname is the name of a deciduous (meaning leaves fall off at maturity) flowering plant genus- Populus that includes poplar, aspen and cottonwood etc.

Lore:

Said to be dwelling in mountains of high altitude in the Sichuan area in China.

Translation Quirk:

A more literal translation of its name is ‘Grab Ape’ (the actual character describes an action of grabbing and holding onto to it). I discarded this literal translation because well, it just sounds too ‘translated’.


Shen (pronounced shun)

Physical Description:

A massive clam although there is also an alternative version in which it is said to be a water Dragon

Special Properties:

Its breath is said to be able to spawn mirages

Lore:

The Chinese term for ‘mirage’ can be literally translated as ‘The marketplace at sea and the structure spawned by the Shen’


Nine-tailed Fox

Physical Description:

A golden fox with a white face and nine tails (in its nine-tailed form), otherwise much pretty a normal fox

Special Properties:

It was said that once a particular member of this species has developed nine tails, it becomes immortal and can spit out fire.

Lore:

It was said the tail is where this species of foxes store spiritual energies and that once it has attained a certain amount of such energies, its tail will split in two and this process goes on until it has developed nine tails.

In addition, folklore and novels often detail Nine-tailed Foxes as being able to shape-shift into beautiful women who seduce human men in order to suck their life-forces to quicken their own evolutions.

Moonlake’s Book Discoveries- June 2021

I’m really going well with reading this year thanks to COVID and I’ve updated my goodreads goal to 20. Opening up 8 more slots. Anyway, below is my summary of reading done since March, by rough genre as defined by me. 

Literary fiction:
Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell
This is a bit different from my usual genre but I like it okay despite that and it’s actually closer to a collection of short stories as opposed to a novel. But actually, it does read to me almost as if it’s a novel. So it’s basically six short stories nestled within one another and it’s not a gimmick, there is really a meaning as to why it’s put together like that that came together for me in the ending.

As for the individual stories, well, I do kind of pulled out a bit with the last 2 stories that are more futuristic settings and not my usual cup of tea in terms of genre (but to be honest, I first thought this was literary fiction when I heard about it and then I saw it listed under sci-fi. Having read it, this felt more like literary fiction to me. The last 2 stories arguably can be sci-fi but it’s like soft sci-fi).

I recommend this for those who enjoy short stories, or those who normally enjoy novels and suffer from ‘short story disconnection’ due to its limited scope, or those who just enjoy a single meaningful story told via an interconnected series of mini-stories presented in an interesting way.

The Help by Kathryn Stockett
So for one of my Broadening Horizon reads, I like this quite well. The three separate first-person accounts that together form the story work really well together, to deliver the topic-black women working as domestic helps in white households, in a way that is easy for readers to access. I also think the author does a solid job of showing both sides of the story- that there were kindness and love between the two sides as well as incredible cruelty and horror.

Mystery:
The Wych Elm by Tana French
This is the first novel I had read of her and I liked it. Instead of short chapters, the author does a good job of holding my interest with tension in the story. I liked how there naturally seems to be a new turn in the story from one chapter to the next but it’s not forced on you. I will definitely tune into more of her work.
The ending makes me think a little but I’m not sure what I’m meaning to take away from it. Still, it’s a satisfying read overall for a long time mystery reader like me as a pure plot-driven mystery.

A letter of Mary by Laurie R. King
To be honest, I was really engaged by this book at the start. I guess as a long-time fan of detective fiction, I invariably am more drawn to those featuring murders which some of the books in this series turned away from. So I was quite excited by this. But then I was a bit bummed out as Mary was herself in the book due to a reason I won’t divulge for fear it would be a spoiler. But funny thing was I like the postscript a fair bit because it speaks to me as a writer.

The Moor by Laurie R. King
As an original fan of Sherlock Holmes, I was of course intrigued by the premise of this book and I was thankful of the allusion to that case in the book because I realised that I had forgotten most of the fine details of the Hound of the Baskervilles except that it involved a supposedly spectral hound. I also quite like the flavour text at the start of each chapter about the Moor and Devonshire in general.

Now, preamble aside, I like this book all right. It’s got quite a pleasingly clipping pace compared to some of the later book of this series (I was reading them in random order for a while before I went back to reading them in order again from book 3, since I had read the first two 20+ years ago and wasn’t in the mood to start from scratch so to speak), with one or two requisite twists.

Fantasy:
Under Heaven by Guy Gavriel Kay
For some reason I kept comparing this book to River of Stars even though the two books are standalone from each other but they really mirror each other and I don’t mean this in a bad way, just that I feel like both are set around a significant historical event that marks the downfall of ancient China in a given dynasty (I belatedly i.e. just found out when I’m writing this that actually the two books belong to the same series.

So I think the start of this book is good- it allows you to get invested in the characters very quickly but towards the end I felt like it gets diffused because it feels like the author just wants to tell a bigger story. I’m not saying the author’s execution is subpar for that but somehow compared to River of Stars, I felt like it wasn’t done as well. Like with River of Stars, I really got the sense that it was meant to be an epic story and I really bought into that intention or choice of the author. But here with Under Heaven, I feel like I’m getting a kind of camera zooming out effect. So overall I still like the story but the effect of this book on me in terms of character investment is that its gets less for me as the story progresses so I read on to find out about the story but less about what happens to the characters.

Overall, still good writing but perhaps not so much my cup of tea as River of Stars.

Legion of the Occult by Roberto Genovesi
Overall, I’m satisfied with this book and it delivers what it promises: a fast-paced, action-packed read. I’m slightly bothered by the number of typos that appear to me to be more than the norm for traditionally published books- I’m not sure whether I should really attribute this to it being a translated work over and beyond just sloppiness in editing in general.
Another noteworthy aspect is that it might appear to be kind of episodic in nature as the chapters jump across the timelines and characters but if you stick with it, there is a definite overall plot that ties it together. But I think it will appeal more to connoisseurs of epic fantasy possibly, who are more used to the omniscient POV and the usage of multiple characters that blend in to form a single narrative.

Blue Moon Rising by Simon R. Green
I had previously read book 2 of this series without realising that this was a series- I thought that one was just a standalone, which it was (standalone series is not my usual thing, so it catches me out every time). Anyway, I liked that a lot because it played to my wish to be indulged in more than one of my usual genres in one go.

So I’ve just finished the first chapter as I write this. It’s got a quick pace that makes the chapter an easy read. Also, I like how it bucks the stereotype of the hero slaying a dragon and rescuing the princess. I get the feeling that I will be enjoying this as a light read. More to report on this in September…