This is a somewhat difficult and relentless book but I found it rewarding. The book rotates in cyclical fashion (perhaps not strictly) between three themes (which I am copying from the afterword): (a) the author's reflections on the historical event called the Musha Incident [霧社事件]; (b) the life of Girl, his neighbor on the reservation and; (c) vignettes of the lives of others ("remains of life") on the reservation. The author's observations in (c) often drive his musings in (a) which can careen into a sort of introspective madness, only to be snapped back to sobriety by (b).
The narrator can be maddeningly bookish, in contrast to the people he meets and interacts with (especially Girl). He's the narrator, so he's everywhere in the story, but he's also somewhat removed from it, like a listener, not a speaker. There is tension in the narrator between on one hand the pursuit of study, observation, analysis, understanding, exploration, freedom, and on the other hand the characters whose lives he becomes a part of and the world he lives in.
Given the narrator's somewhat ghost-like nature, the character named Girl stands out more strongly. She maybe feels the same questions as the narrator but her approach is the opposite. She is the source of movement in the story.
I enjoyed the stories from the various minor characters and also their outlooks, some being more memorable than others: nuns who live in a truck container in the mountain, Daya who dreams of restoring an old Mhebu inn, a curmudgeonly electro-fisherman, a possibly imagined monk who does nothing but meditate.
Anyway, it's a book narrated by a moody writer who spends his days walking around and seeing things and spends his nights writing and/or drunk, the main character is a similarly troubled woman whose quest has brought her to seek her ancestral land and people, the subject matter is the "remains of life" of an aboriginal tribe on a reservation in Taiwan and how they connect to a historical event seventy years in the past.
this book is basically a guy rambling on and digressing about a massacre of indigenous people in taiwan back in the colonial period under the japanese empire. there's a bunch of reviews on here complaining that the style is hard to understand but it isn't really, the sentences are very long and have lots of commas but the actual phrasing and so forth is almost understated, maybe too much so for my taste. at first i thought the book wasn't nearly neurotic or obsessive enough but then there's all these parts where he starts talking about sexual practices or the shape of breasts out of nowhere, which is pretty cool. big shout out to the translator who said that "there was often a temptation to “simplify” things: to add conjunctions to help the narrative flow, to sneak in commas to break up long clauses, to clarify convoluted structures by making the inner meaning more legible. Ultimately, however, I decided against half-measures. This is a work of experimental fiction, and I wanted passages that were challenging or just plain weird in the original to feel just as challenging or weird in translation"
This book was an experience! While I learnt a great deal about incidents of Taiwanese genocide and wandered upon insights along the way, there was a great deal of rambling. It felt very long.
This is an immensely challenging read and one which I found ultimately too much for me. Without the excellent and essential introduction I would have been completely at sea. As it was, having that to guide me, plus some internet research, I ended up understanding what the book was about but still didn’t find it an accessible one and I gave up about half way through. It’s considered a “milestone in Chinese literature”, winning numerous awards, and I can accept its place in literary history, but I’m not a fan of literary modernism anyway and seeing it compared frequently to Ulysses didn’t encourage me. What I did find worthwhile, however, was learning about the Musha Incident, around which the book is based, a little known uprising in Taiwan against the Japanese colonisers. Unfortunately this wasn’t enough to keep me persevering with this long, fractured and rambling text with its nearly complete lack of full stops. A book for the literary scholar or academic, perhaps, but not one for the general reader and not one for me.
Oh, jeez... this was a difficult one to read. The writing style just turned me off, but I kept at it, skimming some parts as I went a long. Sorry. it was just too , too much. But the story behind this story was just heartbreaking. I took Japanese history in college for a quarter, sadly I only took pt. 1. I wonder if the class would have covered the atrocities committed by the Japanese? So sad. I received a Kindle ARC from Netgalley in exchange for a fair review.
Reminiscent of Faulkner and Joyce in some ways for an American reader, and also of the postmodern meta fiction writers of the 1960s and 70s. The cultural commentary can be difficult to find due to the artistic choices. I can see it appealing to a small demographic of academics.
A truly unique and I thought quite wonderful piece. The narrator (a Han Chinese) has travelled to and now lives in the remote reservation of Riverisle in the mountains of Taiwan among the indigenous descendants (remains of life) of the Musha Incident. This refers to a headhunting (ceremony? Ritual? Political action?) lead by Mona Rudao in the 1930’s that attacked the Japanese overlords who had come to rule over them and exploit their resources. The narrator interviews various residents about their memories and interpretations of what happened and becomes particularly close to “Girl” the granddaughter of Mona Rudao. This small community represents the displaced from the original populace who were forced from the area of the “incident”. Many who did not die outright in fighting killed themselves and or their children from fear of what was to come, so a huge percentage of the populace died as a result. The survivors continue to suffer from this legacy but the author sees their individuality through the rampant alcohol use, that he also doesn’t shy away from, prostitution, and other modes of existence that are marginal to what counts as success in the dominant culture of Taipei. The area is still plainly beautiful in its mountain remoteness although the environmental degradation is taking its toll in ill-planned construction projects of roads, bridges, etc. that have encroached on what once must have been even more stunning in the time of “the incident”. Haunting and moving.
Une lecture très émouvante,pas toujours aisée à cause du manque de ponctuation. Mais on s’y fait et on ne lit plus mais on écoute Wuhe nous raconter son histoire. Taïwan de sang et de larmes….. Ce récit est le cœur de Taïwan qui bat et continue de battre.
Mind-bending stream-of-consciousness, dense but clear. A single paragraph for 300 pages, but you know exactly where you are. Shades of Saramago and, I suppose, Joyce, stunning.
I'll have to read this one again. Not that I found it particularly hard to understand, despite its avant-garde style (basically it's one paragraph with minimal punctuation), but it has so much going on - being simultaneously a work of fiction, history and philosophy. Remains of Life seems ask this: In our post-colonial era, after all of the atrocities, what's left of dignity? And was it ever really important? Wu He has spent a lot of time thinking about that, and his conclusions seem to suggest that he has come to believe it'd be better for the rest of us to go walking in the mountains instead.
This book was an experience! While I learnt a great deal about incidents of Taiwanese genocide and wandered upon insights along the way, there was a great deal of rambling. It just felt very long.