It's hard to rate this book. So I decide not to.
This is a diary of an elderly experienced writer under quaratine in the city where Covid emerged. As a diary of a woman living by herself, the mundane of everday life is clear. Every day you got a bit of description of weather out there, as she gazed out from her small apartment or checked out photos people shared on the internet. Every day you heard a little bit about the stats of the epidemic in the city, through various sources that Fang Fang got a hold of. Every day you listened a little bit to her anger, her strength, her hopes, her consolations to victims. Slowly you see better and better the image of a strong wise lady who isn't afraid to face the online abuses and attacks. What an iron lady, I think
I am not a fan of Fang Fang. I think I have serious problems with the translation. I haven't had the chance to read the Chinese version, but the translation, for me, seems pretty wrong. After all Fang Fang lives as a writer, though retired so I really think her sentences must be better than this. And so it kills the majority of my enjoyment with the book. But I could be wrong about Fang Fang and may have put the wrong blame on the translator. Fang Fang is also fairly proud, and I guess she deserves it and has all the rights to be. Just my personal taste for writings that are more subdued. But again, if you are not bold enough, how to wrestle all the stresses from posting a series hugely popular "diary" posts with so much social interactions every day.
I think for Western audience, they will be delighted to focus on the fact that Fang Fang was vocal about the issue of accountability. She voiced her concerns and angers, she asked for the governments and hospitals to admit faults and assume responsibilities. And to many people in the West, it must be crazy. It's China!
From what I gather from my friends, sure, loudly criticizing government when you have a huge readership is quite a bold move in China. However, the issue of accountability has not that been rarely raised. Unlike the West where media finds joy in making fun of politicians, in the East people take less humor in it and tend to be more solemn. But it does not mean the people do not expect the government to serve the people. The governments, from what I see, in general do try their best. It was quite a surprise for me to find out that in the regular annual meetings of the Chinese government in recent years, representatives discuss very practical daily issues that are very relevant to citizens. My Chinese language teacher shared a few topics she was following closely. Yes, there were strong security measures around that time of the year. Yes, during that week you shouldn't be too critical online. But yes, also during that week various topics were discussed, and many regular citizens feel that they are cared for and listened to.
Western audience may also find interest in Fang Fang's modernity. After all she talked about independent thinking, about freedom. Isn't that the individualism, the values that the West live by!
I read a bit differently. I do not think it is individualism. It is independence, it's one taking charge of one's own thinking, but not individualism. Repeatedly Fang Fang shared her willingness to stay indoor, to sacrifice a bit of herself for the good of the society, of other people. She was sometimes unhappy with the length and the extent of the lockdown, the many shortcomings of the sudden plan that the local authorities couldn't foresee and so people slowly and grudgingly adjusted to. But she, and many other citizens, were willing to co-operate. I see very clearly how much she cared for many other people, relatives of her or not, for just strangers, for doctors and nurses. It was never about herself: I have the right to go out, you have to let me do what I want, you have to respect my freedom. No, it was: Let's do this together, let's protect our society. Her urge to critize the government is not for her own sake, her own freedom of walking and breathing without masks, but for the lives of the people, for sufferings of her fellow human beings. And that's different. Very.
At the same time caring for fellow human beings and for society is different from blind nationalism. The former is for the real actual people, the latter is for some abstract and often illusional idea. I dislike nationalism. The ultra leftists that Fang Fang mentioned in China but also elsewhere, well, you know, in US too apparently, but also in virtually all countries in the world. This phenomenon of stronger and stronger nationalism in recent years make me worry. I slowly realize that the image of the West that I was fond of when I was younger sort of slowly disintegrates. So much hypocrisy.