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336 pages, Hardcover
First published January 18, 2022
‘Its goal : revitalising vernacular speech—to bring speech to writing—They followed the pledge of—poet (from Jiayingzhou (嘉应州), now known as Meizhou (梅州)), Huang Zunxian (黄遵宪) : ‘Let my hand write what my mouth speaks (我手寫我口).’’
‘As for the best model of this everyday speech, each delegate could only see the merits of his own spoken version. They all had a stake in promoting the dialectal or topolectal variant from their home provinces. The Guangdong delegates wanted Cantonese, while those from Sichuan fought hard for Sichuanese. The odds were stacked in favor of the southern speakers. Proportionally speaking, they had more representatives across similar dialect groups.
After the careful inspection of more than 6,500 samples collected from all over the country, factions emerged as the members moved to the more sensitive question of which geographical area would lead the standard pronunciation. Attendance dwindled as the deadlock persisted. It was not a contest for the fainthearted. Those with slightly weaker constitutions or who suffered from tuberculosis—a common affliction at the time—endured a few weeks of contentious lobbying before their health gave out. Some delegates fell ill from exhaustion and had to withdraw from the congress. Others spat up blood during the heated debates, unable to carry on after being cornered and humiliated by their opponents. Wang barely grunted through a violent flare-up of hemorrhoids from sitting for days on end. Blood, he later recalled proudly, soaked through his pants and trickled down to his ankles. Eventually, only the diehards remained.
One of the southern representatives made the appeal that no southerner could go about his business for a single day without using a particular inflection. To be a truly national pronunciation, then, his southern colleague argued, the standard had to bend toward the south. To prove his point, the man broke into an operatic demonstration. Wang had little patience for such theatrics. There was no way that the north, the seat of the nation’s capital, would cede to the south on the national tone question.
Wang called a separate meeting less than half a mile away at the oldest Anglican church—Inside those thick walls, under the famous three-tiered traditional pagoda bell tower sitting atop the sparse lines of Anglo-Saxon architecture, he carried out his mutiny. He instituted a new rule that carefully rearranged how the votes were counted. Each province would now cast only one vote, regardless of the number of delegates it sent. This manoeuvre didn’t just level the numerical advantage of the south, it transferred the advantage to the northern vernacular Mandarin-speaking provinces, which were greater in number. The other delegates protested when they found out what Wang had done on the sly, but it was too late.
His brute manoeuvring came to a symbolic and literal climax when he rolled up his sleeves and physically chased a southern delegate out—The delegate had said the word “rickshaw” to a neighbor in his thick southern Wu dialect. To Wang’s Mandarin ear, just a few seats over, it sounded awfully like he was calling Wang a son of a bitch—Wang jumped out of his seat, tried to grab the delegate by his collar—That episode was subsequently remembered as the most raucous exchange witnessed in the solemnly decorated halls of the ministry—the echo of—Wang’s obscenities—down the long corridors—Mandarin ultimately emerged as the truly viable sound pattern for the national phonetic alphabet.
To this day, when asked, a southerner will say—Cantonese would have been chosen over Mandarin. The world would now be striving to master the varied intonations of southern China instead of crisp Beijing-speak.’
‘An important monument in the history of simplified Chinese writing, which otherwise features so few women—still used today, created by women themselves. Nüshu, literally “women’s script,” was a simplified writing system that used fewer strokes and gave women both literacy and a means of private communication with one another. It came from a small area in the southernmost tip of Hunan Province, where diverse ethnicities have historically resided.
The script has been used for centuries and is believed by some to be as old as the oracle bone script, which contains the earliest examples of simplified writing. Women used this—to bypass the limits placed on them in traditionalist society and to create a world of literacy for themselves—they had limited access to written language and were restricted to the domestic realm, so nüshu was used mainly as an in-group, private form of communication.
Its very existence puts a crack in the otherwise continuous presentation of writing as a mark of authority, the state, and patriarchal rulers. Women’s—script powerfully took its inspiration from the stitching in embroidery—incorporated crisscross patterns into the interweaving strokes of its slender, tightly vertical form, rather than the usual, more complicated and square structure of characters. Alternative scripts in general were considered—unsanctioned, and heterodox. They diverged—were occasionally purged by the authorities. Women’s script, for instance, was persecuted as witchcraft for a time.’
‘ON OCTOBER, 1938—librarian Du Dingyou was ordered to evacuate the city of Guangzhou—Du was—over his disordered desk at the Sun Zhongshan University library, surrounded by uncataloged books and scattered notes. He had been expecting this day; the scent of burned concrete and wood from the first shelling of the university’s grounds six weeks ago still hung in the air—While the sirens screeched through the air, it was not thoughts of imminent destruction or his own mortality that churned in Du’s mind. His pressing thought was for all those dusty books on the shelves, in storage, and in the stacks. They were still under his stewardship. He felt no greater responsibility than to save—precious written records from destruction.
By the time the sirens had become a low howl, Du had made up his mind—he would personally shepherd the books to safety. For the next seventy-two hours, he packed up about three hundred thousand volumes from the library’s collection—They hacked apart the reading tables and removed the blackboards in chunks to cobble them into boxes. Amid the flying dust and debris, he later recounted, they did not pause to rest. Du ordered whatever would not fit in a box to be taken to the basement room and sealed in with concrete.
As the nation teetered on the brink of disaster, a train of librarians clandestinely escorting carts of books across five provinces might not have been the heroism one expected. The 2 million—who fought—and perished—and the 12 million civilians—would be remembered as—heroes by future generations, not this single cohort of—book stewards doing their job. Yet Du was not a typical librarian. He had been chiseling away at an important project for years. Its ultimate goal was to create a universal catalog system for China and the world.
The thought stayed on his mind the day he fled Guangzhou. This was not a librarianship for the fainthearted. At the end of the seventy-two hours, Du and his colleagues made it to the crowded dock, joining the mass of refugees shoving and hauling their earthly belongings. They boarded six boats on the south side of the Pearl River, just under the bridge. Staring along the winding gray water down to its southward bend, flowing toward an uncertain future—Du wrote profuse odes to the temple that consecrated this bond, the modern library. He even created a special Chinese character for the book depot, or library 圕 (pronounced tuan). The character for “book,” shu 書, is lovingly guarded by the enclosure wei 囗.’
‘Daoists used simplified characters to summon the spirit of past sages, while the Taiping—were the first to promulgate the official use of simplified characters in their documents, written records, and self-issued currency.’


Its written form has remained largely unchanged since it was first standardized more than 2,200 years ago. By comparison, the number of letters in the Roman alphabet fluctuated until the sixteenth century, when the letter "j" split from the letter "i" and completed the twenty-six-letter set.