1966, China is on the cusp of a decade of upheaval, and the furnaces of Old Kiln have never been this cold. The village's once-famed ceramics production has almost ground to a halt. Only ancient grudges smoulder beneath its poverty-stricken streets, never forgotten by the two families that preside over the village. Between them stands the adopted Inkcap, whose mysterious origins leave him unloved and barely tolerated.
When the faraway capital demands a purer party line, the directive trickles down to this hinterland and revolutionary factions form. Clashing visions for a new future unravel the tight-knit community along clan lines.
A tighter editorial hand might have reduced some of the occasionally excruciating - not to say scatological - detail of Shaanxi village life in the 1960s. But any failings are more than made up for by the sympathetic and convincing depiction of how the cultural revolution played out at village level. To say this is not a common theme of contemporary Chinese fiction would be putting it mildly (I rather suspect a lesser known writer than Jia would have had great difficulty getting this published). Well worth a read, for those with a certain degree of patience.