This is a fictional autobiography of Li Bai, the famous Tang-dynasty poet, but here spelled according to the Wade-Giles transliteration as Li Po. In fact, all the names are not just in Wade-Giles but in Wade-Giles with all the apostrophes left out, just to make sure it's confusing! I find this Li Bai easier to sympathize with than to admire. He's completely confident that he's the best poet there is, or maybe just the best at everything, and has lots of scorn for Confucian scholars and officials for their stodgy conventionality, but at the same time he craves the court's approval - those same stodgy officials' approval, mostly - and not because he as any plans for what to do with that approval except bask. He's horribly callous about birds, even though he has a special rapport with them in some ways. His two-mindedness about the court leads to a lot of ups and downs. There are a few peaceful parts, like his stay as a Daoist student on Mount Tai, right next to lots of gruesome ones, like his time butchering pigs alongside a mentally ill slave. The most enjoyable aspect were the vivid descriptions of static scenes. It was disappointing to find out that the author moved a real poet (Xue Tao) a century too early in history just to make her Li Bai's lover. But to give credit where credit is due, I wouldn't have known if he hadn't said so in the afterword.