Notes of Interest:
I downloaded this book via Amazon Prime because I’m always curious to read Asian literature. I used to live in Japan, and my ex-husband used to live in Taiwan. And while in Japan, South Korean and Taiwanese culture seeped into my music, literature, TV viewing, language skills, etc. So, I just have a keen interest in these cultures in general now. Having lived there, much of it “feels like home” to me. And yet, not being a native of the region, there is always something new to learn or experience. The impact on my life being there was very rich and heavy. So, I assumed I knew what I was getting into with this book. I guess I was expecting a light Taiwanese-style comedy, but this turned out to be very different from my expectations.
What could have made it better for me:
I will say upfront I am not a fan of gross humor — potty humor, slapstick body-function humor, sex-humor, whatever you want to call descriptive details about using the toilet, vomiting, and ejaculating. It’s just not for me. Therefore, gross humor almost killed this book for me. When it got to be too much, I ended up skimming pages, rather than enjoying the character dialog the way I wanted to. I understand this was probably handled the way that it was in order to add realism to the nitty-gritty lifestyle of these trash pickers. But when it comes to entertainment, I feel this is one of those categories where “less is more”. If all the pissing, pooping, and farting had been left out or lessened, the read could have been more enjoyable.
Also, considering this is a “slice of life” story, meaning it reveals the day-to-day lives of trash pickers who become friends, these kinds of books are going to be slow and steady overall. Therefore, in my opinion, it’s best if they aren’t too lengthy. Toward the end, I kept waiting for the book to come full-circle back to the beginning because it starts with the end, and then explains how the characters got there. I loved the beginning, so I anticipated the end … until it started feeling like it was taking forever to get there. And when it did get there, it was such a short, uneventful connection that I felt like I had missed something. I’m not sure how this could have been handled better — maybe leave out some of the middle stuff? Every scene, every chapter, in a story needs to have a purpose, or it needs to be cut. I felt there was a lot of redundant and unnecessary stuff about their daily lives that could have been cut without changing the over-all feel of the story.
And finally, there were a lot of grammar errors in the English translation. There were a lot of run-on sentences, in particular. A few point-of-view switches pulled me out of the story, too.
What I liked about it:
As I said, I loved the beginning. The book starts with this guy carrying a dead body around rolled up in a rug, when he is caught by the police. At which point the main character poses the question to the reader that we’re probably wondering what happened. So, he starts talking about how he and his friend moved from a small, rural village to the big city with hopes of becoming successful. The reader then follows the main character’s narrative throughout his ups and downs of survival in the city while working as a trash picker — a profession at the bottom rungs of social ladders. The story does eventually come full-circle to explain why things ended the way the book started. I felt the ending didn’t live up to the potential built up at the beginning. But the book did start with intrigue and optimism and a “happy-go-lucky” character in a bizarre and potentially (morbidly) funny situation that I was interested to learn more about.
Another thing I liked about this book is that it was an insight into mainland Chinese culture and history. There were references throughout to the Party, Chairman Mao, Chiang-Kai-shek, the Revolution, etc. This, coupled with the vivid descriptions of the countryside and city, and the traditions, in which the trash pickers lived opened a window to that part of the world in a very honest way. The economic hardships that push farm laborers into the cities to earn better money is not so different from the migration routes of humanity in other countries, including my own. And it’s a shame because the cities get overcrowded, which breeds different kinds of problems, and the abandoned rural farms and villages fall into economic despair.
I deeply appreciated the insight the author gives to the conditions of migrant workers and people in dire poverty. Poverty is a cancerous disease that eats away at society itself. Yet rather than trying to solve the problems that poverty creates (or prevent them in the first place), society shuns the people and professions of the lower-class, lower-economic bracket because they’re poor, allowing poverty-derived problems to fester, though society itself cannot survive if poverty overwhelms its economic system. The author points out this hypocrisy over and over again, both in the novel and in his commentary at the end. Most people don’t want to do “dirty jobs”, yet society does not value the workers we depend on for labor-intensive work. This is a self-destructive cycle. In many ways, I found his notes to be more interesting than the novel when it came to explaining what inspired him to write this book and how he visited people and researched lifestyles that typically accompany poverty-class jobs. There is a quote within the novel where Happy says, “They were so poor that their minds were poor, too.” He’s acknowledging that society has no interest in investing in education or enrichment of poverty-stricken areas because enriched minds don’t want to do dirty labor. Better education and employment opportunities decrease manual labor, and society cannot survive if no one does the dirty work. Yet so many people in our most necessary fields of labor are undervalued and stuck in survival mode, unable to rise above it. These are deep, hard questions society needs to address for both economic and humanitarian reasons. I appreciate that the author didn’t shy away from unpopular, unpleasant subject matter in order to lift up these concerns.
And finally, I appreciate that Happy was so happy, in spite of his circumstances. I think that is the lesson to take away from this book. One thing I admire about many Asian cultures is they seem more optimistic than Western cultures in general. So, the attitude Happy Liu exhibited felt very familiar. At one point, Happy raises the question, “How can purity and filth exist side-by-side?” A common, and important, symbol in many Asian cultures is the lotus flower because it blooms in mud and purifies the water. People who come from bad situations, yet can turn their misfortunes into something good, are true treasures. That kind of resilience is a hard-earned skill that solves problems and enables people to be happy in spite of financial duress, physical or psychological abuse, debilitating illness, and so on. Happy changed his name to signify the importance of this kind of resilience. “Writing a name was like writing a charm, and saying a name aloud was like chanting a spell, it had the power to shape your destiny.”
And throughout the book, probably my favourite parts of the book, were when he started rambling about his philosophies on life with these things in mind. Here are some quotes that I felt were gems.
“We must have sinned against each other in a previous existence, so that each of us owed something to the other in this life.”
“If a new house keeps me in Freshwind, it’s no better than a coffin!”
(conversation between Happy and his friend Wufu) “If the head of the ox is facing east,” I said, “which way does the tail point?” “West.” “Wrong! It points down.”
“The way I looked at it was this: my stomach was acting up and I had terrible insomnia, but I hadn’t gotten sick. The thing was, every so often, I made sure to thank my innards. I thanked my remaining kidney for doing the work of two, and it responded to the encouragement and worked even harder, and I didn’t get so much backache now. I thanked Prosper Street for keeping us in food and drink. If ever I made it big in Xi’an, then I’d build a skyscraper on Prosper Street to mark where it started, the way people built shrines to the revolution! Every time I got to my five lanes, I straightened my clothes, scraped the corners of my eyes clean, and made a little bow to the buildings and trees on either side. The morning sunlight turned the buildings at the northern end crimson and put a little sun in every one of those windows. There were flocks of sparrows in the trees, and they greeted me in chorus: “Happy, Happy, Happy!” Those sparrows were the first to call me Happy Liu. And it was very strange … Every day when I started work, I always picked up something I wanted, even though my path was so small.”
“We trash pickers were not just a derivative of the trash, we really mattered. We were vital to the city. Imagine, if there were no sanitation workers and trash pickers, what would X’ian be like?”
“The more cramped your surroundings, the more you should imagine stuff. Imagination gives you wings like a bird, so you can fly.”
“Don’t put yourself down. Look at that grass. It’s stubby compared to the tree, but it doesn’t feel inferior.”
“Human relationships are not about the big things, they’re about the details.”
“Money’s a snobby bastard. It only goes to people who already have it.”
“But a white daikon turns green when it grows out of the soil, water turns to ice when it gets cold, and the environment changes people. That has nothing to do with morality.”
“Yichun wasn’t bad, she was just in a bad place, that was all. Didn’t lotus flowers grow from mud?”
“If I was the country’s leader, I wouldn’t bring a million migrant workers to town. I’d let the townsfolk do their own work — or starve!”
Recommendation:
I recommend this book if you’re looking for insight into modern Chinese culture or if you wish to explore a social commentary on poverty and low-class labor. I appreciate the over-all subject matter, which left me thoughtful and appreciative of the world’s work forces. And the book was inspiring in the sense that I was presented with this character who manages to keep going by mastering his mind. He believes and lives in a manner in which his outlook is everything. But that in itself is hard work … hard to learn and hard to put into practice when it counts most. Parts of the book were humorous, but for me, gross humor is a turn-off, and there was enough of it that trudging through it became a burden. In spite of that, it has some very thoughtful content. I can tell I need to follow it with something of a fresh, light variety to balance it out.