Robert H. Abel

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If I'm not hiding out in my study, sweating bullets, you might find me here, secret spot #21, at least in the summer.Contact:robert.abel@the-spa.com.

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My China Jones

How I came by this “China Jones” is not easy to explain. Maybe it goes back to reading “Terry and the Pirates” as a kid, and it was certainly stimulated by a growing appreciation over the years for the art and artists of China. I was already deeply interested in things Chinese when I made my first trip there in 1987, to Beijing, as a teacher of English and American literature, American history, and writing, for one intensely interesting semester. I returned to Beijing for teaching tours in 1994 and 1997 and in 2004 made a short visit as a tourist and guest of old friends. On one level, the rapidity of change in China has been staggering. On another level, the past there, as Hawthorne said of America once, “lies on the present like the body of a dead giant.”

What has fixated my interest in China, however, goes past the politics, economics and history, and even the language (which I have been struggling to learn for 10 years with minimal success) to the people I have met there and through their generosity come to know—to the degree that such relationships can be forged across cultures, personal histories, differing perspectives, and the ever-present dangers and drama inherent in translation. I think the novels in my trilogy mainly try to chart this turf—not exactly a new subject for literature but more than ever a vital one. Given the almost exponential rise in cross-cultural contacts, in fact, I think I can say without embarrassment that this is a subject of profound contemporary importance.

I once asked Chinua Achebe, the great Nigerian novelist, if there was any one, fundamental theme or myth that was at the root of his writing. Without hesitation, he answered, “We are all one.”

Today, however, the idea of a common core of humanity in each of us, and all of us, is a very hard sell. The life of Ghandi certainly stands out as an example. And why do we so readily go to war? Mark Twain wrote a fairly decisive sketch on this subject, if I recall. As an experiment, he claimed, several different animals were placed in a cage together—lions with sheep, wolves and rabbits, gorillas and giraffes, bears and pigs, etc. In short order, so Twain relates, the animals had all sorted things out and were living amicably together. In another cage was placed a Hindu, a Muslim, a Catholic, a Baptist, and a Buddhist, etc. In short order they reduced each other to a pile of body parts.

A parable, of course, and a pessimistic one. If Twain had known about suicide bombers and atomic weapons he would have needed only one of either as a lynchpin for his fable. Cultural differences are significant differences, indeed can be fatal differences. Most people also must have their certainties, a sense of identity and their place in a system. The idea of freedom frightens many people to death: this is in itself a notion that explains a lot more than you might imagine on first glance. Fear takes many forms. Fear of differences is a major one. Fear of freedom is fundamental. Fear is also, as we know, a near neighbor of hatred. To what extent knowledge can erase these fears is, in my opinion, up for grabs.

We are all one, certainly. We are also all in this cage together.

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