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In a country where men dominate, this epic novel is first and foremost about women. As the title implies, the female body serves as the book's most important image and metaphor. The protagonist, Mother, is born in 1900. Married at 17 into the Shangguan family, she has nine children, only one of whom is a boy, the narrator of the book, a spoiled and ineffectual child who stands in stark contrast to his eight strong and forceful female siblings. Mother, a survivor, is the quintessential strong woman, who risks her life to save the lives of several of her children and grandchildren. The writing is full of life-picturesque, bawdy, shocking, imaginative. Each of the seven chapters represents a different time period, from the end of the Qing dynasty up through the Japanese invasion in the 1930s, the civil war, the Cultural Revolution, and the post-Mao years. In sum, this stunning novel is Mo Yan's searing vision of 20th-century China.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #697647 in Books
• Published on: 2004-11-17
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Hardcover
• 552 pages

From Publishers Weekly
Starred Review. Ripe with spectacular detail and unflinching in its portrayal of the Shangguan family, this latest saga by Mo Yan (Red Sorghum) is a lavish feast for the senses sprawling across several decades and political regimes in 20th-century China's quasi-fictional North Gaomi region. Mo Yan's writing is bold and sometimes flinty as it draws humor from the direst of sources, and the story—the elaborate, fleet and episodic plot—is arresting and satisfying. The book opens as two creatures struggle to give birth: Shangguan Lu, the beleaguered mother of seven daughters, and the family donkey, who ends up getting the wealth of aid and sympathy from Lu's mother-in-law. It's a revealing scene that effectively lays out the themes of Mo Yan's brutal, inspired work and suggests the significance of its title: in a harsh environment like rural China where survival is not guaranteed but a privilege fought for every day, humans, and especially women, have only their bodies and their animal instincts to depend on, with fate often stepping in to play a cruel hand. However, this doesn't stop the daughters of grimly resolute Lu from developing into a clan of steely-eyed women who throughout the book make choices and meet destinies that are at turns heartening, vicious and breathtaking. Most of the book is narrated by Jintong, the weak and spoiled son who breast-feeds well into childhood, provoking derision and disgust from his sisters. His lack of stature makes him a compelling narrator, a frontline observer who is invested in the outcomes but always something of an outsider. The constant violence, rendered in Mo Yan's powerhouse prose, may make this too graphic a read for some, but those who are able to see the violence for what it is—an undeniable aspect of rural Chinese life—will find this a deeply rewarding book.
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From The Washington Post
This massive novel, which runs well over 500 pages and spans almost the entire 20th century, appears to be Mo Yan's grab for the brass ring, i.e., the Nobel Prize for Literature. The author of innumerable short stories and three previous novels -- most notably Red Sorghum, which was made into a well-regarded and popular film -- turns 50 next year, and even at that relatively early age has long been an important voice in China, where he has spoken out courageously for freedom and individualism, and in the world, where he is properly regarded as representing his country's hopes for unconstrained literary and artistic expression. The Swedish Academy, which leaps at any chance to mix literature with politics, might well find in Mo Yan just the right writer through whom to send a message to the Chinese Communist leadership.

According to Howard Goldblatt, Mo's American translator and passionate advocate, Mo has said: "If you like, you can skip my other novels, but you must read Big Breasts & Wide Hips. In it I wrote about history, war, politics, hunger, religion, love, and sex." That is no exaggeration. Big Breasts & Wide Hips goes for all the marbles. It calls to mind a couple of other novels of fairly recent vintage that attempt to embrace the history of the author's country (Salman Rushdie's Midnight's Children) or continent (Gabriel García Márquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude). It calls them to mind, but it falls well short of the heights they achieve. Its ambition is laudable, and its humanity is self-evident, but it only infrequently achieves literary grace or distinction.

Granted, literary quality in translations is always difficult to appraise fairly unless the reader knows the language being translated, and Chinese is notoriously difficult to render in English. Goldblatt (who teaches Asian studies at Notre Dame) appears to be near-universally regarded as the leading English-language translator of fiction from the Chinese, so presumably he has struck that difficult balance between fidelity to the original and readability in translation. The result is a novel with clear if rather uninspired prose, loose narrative structure and a profusion of characters, many of whom are interesting and strong, but the Western reader has difficulty distinguishing one from the other because of the unfamiliarity of their Chinese proper names. Goldblatt fortunately has supplied a "List of Principal Characters," and I found myself flipping back to it over and over again: Who is Sha Yueliang, who is Sha Zaohua, who is Sima Ting, who is Sima Ku?

For some reason Goldblatt does not tell us, in his otherwise very helpful introduction, that Mo Yan (which means "don't speak") is the pen name of Guan Moye, about whom you can read much of interest at http://www.china.org.cn/english/NM-e/68238.htm. He was born to a peasant family in Shandong Province in eastern China (which he fictionalizes as Northeast Gaomi County, his version of Faulkner's Yoknapatawpha County) and, Goldblatt writes, had "little formal schooling before being sent out into the fields to tend livestock and then into factories during the disastrous decade of the Cultural Revolution (1966-1976)," which he satirizes to stinging effect in this novel. He seems to be almost entirely self-educated; he acknowledges having read and admired the Latin American novelists of "the Boom," but insists that his own country and his own experience are the raw materials from which his work is drawn.

Among the many convictions of Mo Yan's that surface in Big Breasts & Wide Hips, none is more prominent than his passionate feminism. It's easy to be a feminist in the West, but something else altogether in China, where women for centuries have been exploited, undervalued and often despised, where "the cruel reality [was] that for a woman, not getting married was not an option, not having children was not acceptable, and having only daughters was nothing to be proud of. The only road to status in a family was to produce sons." That is a description of attitudes in China between the world wars; more recently women have achieved certain rights and opportunities, but the government's attempt to limit families to one child and the wide availability of Chinese girl babies in the international adoption market make plain that old attitudes linger. In taking such a strong feminist position, Mo is very much against the grain.

The woman around whom this immense novel revolves is Shangguan Lu, born Xuan'er in 1900 during the Boxer Rebellion, almost immediately orphaned when German soldiers murdered her father; her mother "had hidden her daughter . . . in a large flour vat before hanging herself from the rafter to preserve her chastity." She grows up under the care of an aunt and uncle, marries the feckless Shangguan Shouxi, a blacksmith who "was as useless as a gob of snot outside the house and totally subservient in front of his mother," as well as useless in the conjugal bed. In order to produce children she must stray, as she does over and over again, coming forth with one girl after another, to a total of seven before her final pregnancy, which yields twins: a blind girl and a son, Jintong ("Golden Boy"), upon whom she dotes and who is the narrator of most of the novel, though occasionally Mo reverts to omniscient narration.

Jintong is perhaps the novel's principal failure. He is weak, spoiled, "useless, worse than useless," selfish. He is meant to embody masculine weakness by contrast to all the female strength with which he is surrounded as symbolized by the female breasts with which he is obsessed, not as sexual objects but because "the only worthwhile things in my life were breasts and the milk they held." He nurses at his mother's teats, and then at a goat's, until he is well into his teens. When his mother tries to wean him onto a bottle, "the yolk-colored rubber nipple . . . couldn't compare with the real things on the tips of Mother's breasts -- hers were love, hers were poetry, hers were the highest realm of heaven and the rich soil under golden waves of wheat -- nor could it compare with the large, swollen, speckled teats of my milk goat -- hers were tumultuous life, hers were surging passion."

He is, in short, a momma's boy and a pantywaist, a combination with which a reader may find it very difficult to connect. Obviously Mo intentionally made the novel's principal male character as weak as he is (another leading male character, Sima Ku, a fierce and resourceful warrior, is "a bastard, but he's also a man worthy of the name"), but he gives the reader nothing to care about, except to wish that Jintong would get off the teat and grow up.

The female characters, though, are almost uniformly terrific, which leaves one to lament that Mo methodically kills most of them off: one who attempts to fly by leaping off a cliff, one who is executed by Red troops, one who is killed by Japanese soldiers during World War II. They die off, but they do so spectacularly and bravely. Unlike Jintong, who barely has the courage to accept a woman's sexual overtures, these women are, in their different ways, warriors. Indeed, readers familiar with Ang Lee's spectacular film "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" will feel at moments as if Mo had transported them right into it.

Mo does heavy drama -- war, violence, natural upheavals -- uncommonly well. Though World War II ended a decade before he was born, no scenes in the novel are more vivid than those involving Japanese brutality against ordinary Chinese civilians and Chinese guerrilla resistance. He gets the Red Guards exactly right, with their ridiculous accusations (posting "notices such as: "Traitor's Family, Landlord Restitution Corps Nest, and Whore's House") and their random, vicious brutality. He's not much kinder to the new China. As one of the younger characters puts it: "No more class, no more struggles. All anyone can see these days is money."

The sweep of the novel is broad and bold. It's fiction in the grand, triple-decker tradition, Dickens gone to China and finding as much human raw material as England ever offered. If it has flaws, they mostly are those of ambition, of reaching further and higher than the material can bear. There's nothing wrong with that.

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From Booklist
Chinese writer Yan is both revered and reviled for his blistering takes on modern China' s political landscape. (His acclaimed 1987 novel, Red Sorghum, was adapted into a major motion picture).This latest controversial epic, spanning the country's blood-splattered twentieth century, is set in fictional Northeast Gaomi County and narrated by fair-haired Jintong, the ninth child (and first son) of an indomitable woman known only as Mother. (Jintong's siblings all have different fathers, none of them Mother's impotent blacksmith husband.) Fathered by the town's Swedish pastor, spoiled Jintong takes full advantage of his role as the family's only male; at the age of seven, he still suckles at his mother's breast. In Yan's world, men are cowardly while women are admired for their courage and curves. His images run the gamut, from brutal renderings of war to a bizarre transformation of human to bird. The novel is, above all, a paean to the power of the female sex, but its voluptuous title scarcely reflects its tone. This is a haunting, daunting read that seldom loosens its gloomy grip. Allison Block
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Customer Reviews

"Dying's easy. It's living that's hard."
Setting this monumental family saga in rural Gaomi, in northeast China, where he grew up, Mo Yan vividly portrays political and historical events--most of them bloody--over the course of the twentieth century, from the Boxer Rebellion through the Communist Revolution, the Japanese invasion, the Cultural Revolution, and the death of Mao. Jintong, the only son of Shangguan Lu, tells the story of his remarkable mother, his eight sisters, and their families as they live through these seminal events.

Shangguan Lu's early marriage and domestic life unfolds through flashbacks. With an infertile husband, whose family beats and abuses her for failing to produce a son, she resorts to extreme measures, giving birth to eight daughters by eight different fathers before finally producing a male heir. The stories of the daughters and their marriages to men with varied political agendas reflect the history of twentieth century rural China, and its unconscionable atrocities, starvation, death from exposure, forced marches, and land seizures.

Author Mo Yan, who lived through the major events depicted here, gives a thorough portrait of rural life during these historical crises. The author's style, while often exciting, is also brutally realistic. Precise physical descriptions help bring the culture and people to life, including the kind of clothing nursing mothers wear so they can feed their children in very cold weather, descriptions of the silent "snow market," and facts and figures about the minimum amount of grain needed per person to keep farm workers alive for the harvest season. But the author also uses satire, wry comments, and black humor to criticize totalitarian governments and closed societies.

Providing a helpful cast of characters at the beginning of this episodic novel, Mo Yan shows a society in which individualism has little meaning. The narrator and spoiled only son, Jintong, is neither a hero nor a fully realized character in the western sense, and though much detail is given about what characters do and how they behave, less consideration is given to how they think and why they behave as they do.

Author of nine novels, Mo Yan, whose pen name, ironically, means "Don't speak," has sometimes been mentioned as a candidate for the Nobel Prize. The vibrancy and accuracy of his portraits of Chinese life, his steadfast insistence on showing life as it is, rather than as it ought to be, his celebration of resourceful women, and his willingness to take risks for his art make him one of the most influential writers in the People's Republic. Mary Whipple

Intriguing
The novel is quite long, but shorter than it's original lenght. The book is twisted in some ways, but that's how you'll have to accept it. The book follows a family through four centuries and is an interesting read if you want to read about how intense life was in China during its revolutions. Mo Yan's use of magical realism definitely adds more to the novel's element.

Captivating
Mo Yan, is a great writer. The story is very captivating -- fiction set in China with a backdrop of much of China's history.