The Communist Revolution in China starting in 1949 and for many years to follow was a chaotic and tumultuous time for many people. It was an upheaval of culture, economics, religion and thought and an incredible change in the lives of hundreds of millions of people. Many of us did not live through this, and we will never know how it truly was to experience, but for a brief moment we can enter that world by looking through the eyes of Ye Ting Xing in her incredible and enlightening memoir, A Leaf in the Bitter Wind. Never before have I felt so engaged with a character, to the point of reliving the moments myself and feeling her pain and happiness. It was a moving experience to say the least and one that everyone should experience, especially those interested in Chinese history and culture.
The book follows the life of Ye Ting Xing, a Chinese girl born to a family of 5 at the height of the Cultural Revolution in China, orchestrated by the supreme leader Mao Ze Dong. We are thrust into story, much as Ye is thrust into life, rather unceremoniously and with the real troubles only beginning to ramp up. The journey she takes us through in her life is mesmerizing and left me wanting more every time I put the book down. As she takes us through the relative calm of her youth, and the chaos that follows in her teenage and young adult years, it is easy to sense that this book came from a real trauma that yearned to be expressed. We also get a good look at political and social reforms and practices that were taking place, but always from a first-hand perspective instead of watered down or written in an encyclopedic fashion. There are stories and anecdotes that you’ll never hear about if you don’t read this story.
If there is one word that could be used to summarize Ye’s experience during the rule of Mao, it would be confusion. Confusion about what is happening. Confusion about why things are happening. Confusion about what will happen next. I felt a great deal of sympathy for her and her family as they struggled through the insanity unfolding in front of them. Before reading this book, I never fully realized the ambiguity and arbitrariness of decisions made by the government. When looking at things in a historical context, we see things very linearly and logically, but seeing them first-hand makes you realize how little the establishment really knew what it was doing and how confusing it would be for someone living in that time and place.
The language of the book is so vivid and carnal. Ye spares no detail. She wants us to know everything, from her love life to her menstruation, from her fears to her triumphs. It is refreshing to have an author not afraid to give everything she has and leave nothing to the imagination. I always felt I was getting the real story, the real account, at least from Ye’s perspective. A bit unrelated, but I was happy to have the pictures in the middle of the book as well. It gave a wonderful context for imagining her and her family, and a mental image to attach to the words.
The book is not perfectly written by any means. My biggest concern is Ye’s presumptions about the reader. She often writes as if we are expected to know about certain Chinese leaders or terminology that can’t be properly translated into English. At times, I was left scratching my head and wondering where she had explained something in the book, as it felt like I was supposed to know about it already. Sometimes a term would be explained, and then one hundred pages later, the term would be reintroduced again without an explanation, but by then my memory had already faded on that specific subject. There was also much more that I wanted to know. If anything, I suppose that is a credit to the engrossing nature of the book. However, I wanted to see at least a bit of her life after leaving and her transition to Canadian life. I realize the book was about her time in China specifically, but it would be nice to see what it is like to move from one world to another.
When it finally came time for me to put this book back on the shelf in the library, I felt like I was losing something. I didn’t want to say goodbye to Ye TIng Xing. We had become friends over the course of the few weeks it took me to read the book. She was a part of my life and I felt as though somehow I had been allowed to be a part of hers, thanks to her grace in allowing me the look into her personal life. It was a pleasure to be able to experience this story alongside her and I am happy I took the chance and picked up this book in the first place.