i loved everybit of this book, was gripping. and hence i suppose a thriller. but a stern kind of thriller. his obedience was breathtaking. and hardly soldierly. you see and are tang yuanbao everyday. (i swim 22 meters in 54 seconds; so, the ratio of speeds per 50 meters--standard Olympic pool size--of Mr. Phelps {who regulars 35 seconds for each 50 m. length} to me is 0.285248; but the book has so much more to say about competition than that)
EXCERPT:
"Thank you Yuanbao, for bringing glory to China," someone shouted up to Yuanbao, who was still standing at the window. Hot tears filled Yuanbao's eyes. Choked with gratitude, he waved again to the crowd below.
The red-eyed boys and girls lowered their heads to dry their tears, then looked up again and gaped at their hero.
"Comrades, fellow countrymen." The crowd grew quiet. "I am a lucky man," Yuanbao said before choking up again. A groundswell of applause rose from the square; tears of emotion ran unchecked down every face.
"Give us something to realy cheer about!" the rifle-toting boys and girls shouted as one.
"Something to really cheer about?" Yuanbao wiped his runny nose and dried his tears. "My sons," he shouted, "my sons, ideals are not the exclusive property of old men. My sons, do not give way to the aged; my sons, my sons, why haven't you brought your hooked swords?"
"Something stronger!" the crowd roared.
"... Put me to death!" Yuanbao replied.