BEWARE OF SPOILERS. I DON'T HIDE OR PROMOTE MY REVIEWS.
How can one book be so bleak and so uplifting?
I've not studied Tibet, so I don't independently know whether Pattison got the land and culture right (except for broad political outlines in recent Tibetan history, which I am familiar with.)
But it sure seems as though the author spent years absorbing the environment.
The hero, Shan -- an independent-thinking political prisoner who's ethnic Chinese -- is plucked from his Tibetan work camp to use the skills acquired in his pre-disgraced life as an anti-corruption investigator in China proper.
Shan is brilliant but humble. Kind. Stubborn. Almost impervious to the criticism of others, but self-condemning.
He's got mere days to figure out a suspicious death that threatens to make the prison's director and assorted other bigwigs look bad. He also has to deal with the natural distrust of the Tibetans towards the Chinese.
Shan's not willing to produce a white wash just to please the bigwigs. But if he doesn't solve the crime, the director has said Shan's fellow inmates will be killed.
Shan is intuitive as well as a keen observer. Not only of obscure or seemingly trivial facts that, together, point toward the truth about the crime. But, also, of the tragedies and failures in the lives of those he comes across.
That covers the prison official who forced Shan onto the case, his fellow prisoners, corrupt officials, lowly peasants, Tibetan priests of iron character, American engineers on a local mining project, and one fallen priest.
Most of the book, I felt at least two steps behind Shan. To a certain extent -- and I'm embarrassed to say this -- I had a hard time keeping straight which exotic Chinese or Tibetan name belonged to which character. That confusion sometimes hampered my understanding of the story.
But at other times I was thinking that Pattison, more than some authors, really does skip some segments of the lines he's drawing, which forces the reader to either connect the dots herself or to proceed reading in a faith that eventually more will make sense. I did a bit of both.
Toward the end, however, I did correctly anticipate a few things. That Jao's secretary would be dead, and that perhaps Kinkaid(spell?) was involved in something shady.
I loved the way the indigenous Tibetan prisoners used traditional mudras (Buddhist hand positions) almost like gang signs, to communicate with each other when the guards aren't paying attention. But I'm probably imposing some Western conceit on the behavior, as Pattison portrays these Tibetans as living their spirituality in everyday routines, down to the hand gestures.
I'm glad this series has other books about Shan already waiting for me!