‘Never Grow Up’ by Jackie Chan and Zhu Mo, translated by Jeremy Tiang, is a frank honest autobiography. I’ve read some reviews by people who are disappointed by the revelations of how Jackie lived his life for 65 years. I am not. I think of Jackie the same as he speaks of himself after reading this book: “I’m just an ordinary person, but I’ve dared to do some extraordinary things.”
As a toddler, he apparently was willful and intent on getting his way despite corporal punishments. He hated school, partially because he was poor kid whose parents were a cook and maid working at the Hong Kong French consulate, but mostly it was because it was an excellent school, the Nan Hua Primary, which insisted on academics and manners. Jackie was having none of it. He did, when he was four years old, allow his father to drag him out of bed to do exercises. But he also did everything possible to get himself kicked out of the posh school, refusing to do any homework.
When Jackie’s father was offered a job in Australia as a chef at the American consulate, Jackie was seven. Jackie’s father took the job, but it meant he would have to live apart from Jackie and his mom for awhile. Some friends of Jackie’s father recommended the China Drama Academy, a very disciplined and rigorous boarding school offering classes in the martial arts, singing, dancing and acting. He toured the school with his dad, who was looking at it as a possible alternative to a normal school which could not handle Jackie. Jackie liked what he saw in the tour, so his father signed a contract with the Academy. Jackie was forced to stay there for ten years under the terms of the contract. His parents and Jackie had no idea of how harsh the school actually was.
For the next ten years Jackie’s life was all about surviving extreme physical cruelty. I was reminded of descriptions of some of the German concentration camps for the Jews in World War II. However, he made lifelong friends there, and it was the skills he learned at the school which provided the openings to jobs making movies. He was applying for, and getting, jobs as a stuntman in Hong Kong martial arts movies as a young teenager.
As a young man, he learned everything he could about making movies when on movie sets. However, he had almost no abilities in reading, writing or doing math. I think his illiteracy was a very serious handicap in many areas. I think he did not have any capability to understand the broader pictures of social interactions and behaviors, a disability that I’ve noticed that is common in nonreaders.
On top of his illiteracy, like most young men the world over he was a shallow, self-centered human being. Plus, he had a chip on his shoulder that was more like a entire granite mountain of resentment! When he began to have money, he gambled, drank a lot of alcohol and ran around with a lot of women. He became a crazy consumer of stuff, buying up all of the goods in stores. (It sounds like he had very bad artistic taste, going for the flashy shiny looks of the nouveau rich.) He also revisited many places which he felt had disrespected him when he was poor to shove them around now that he had made money. To make a point of his deprived childhood although he had money now, he intentionally went to posh restaurants and drank soup straight out of the bowls, for example. Despite these actions, which, gentler reader, I have seen many young men do until they age out of them, he loved being around people, partying, enjoying the company of many people. I suspect he is a lucky possessor of that intangible quality called charisma, too.
Thankfully, Jackie is smart, imho, illiterate or not. With time, exposure to different cultures, many many movies (200+) that he made around the world, and experience, including love, marriage, family responsibilities, he sorted himself out. He became a good guy offscreen as much as he was onscreen. Having suffered poverty, cruelty, disrespect, and prejudice, he became the champion of folks who did not have much of anything. He now gives to and sponsors a lot of charities.
I’ve copied the book blurb below, and it is mostly true:
”A candid, thrilling memoir from one of the most recognizable, influential, and beloved cinematic personalities in the world.
Everyone knows Jackie Chan. Whether it’s from Rush Hour, Shanghai Noon, The Karate Kid, or Kung Fu Panda, Jackie is admired by generations of moviegoers for his acrobatic fighting style, comic timing, and mind-bending stunts. In 2016—after fifty-six years in the industry, over 200 films, and many broken bones—he received an honorary Academy Award for his lifetime achievement in film. But at 64 years-old, Jackie is just getting started.
Now, in Never Grow Up, the global superstar reflects on his early life, including his childhood years at the China Drama Academy (in which he was enrolled at the age of six), his big breaks (and setbacks) in Hong Kong and Hollywood, his numerous brushes with death (both on and off film sets), and his life as a husband and father (which has been, admittedly and regrettably, imperfect).
Jackie has never shied away from his mistakes. Since The Young Master in 1980, Jackie’s films have ended with a bloopers reel in which he stumbles over his lines, misses his mark, or crashes to the ground in a stunt gone south. In Never Grow Up, Jackie applies the same spirit of openness to his life, proving time and time again why he’s beloved the world over: he’s honest, funny, kind, brave beyond reckoning and—after all this time—still young at heart.”
I am impressed by his willingness to describe how awful he was as a young man. He might be exaggerating his gauche maladroit behaviors a little bit. I don’t know if he has ever gone into therapy, I suspect not since he grew up under a paternalistic Hong Kong culture that was part China, part foreign imperialist classism, not a ‘woke’ environment, but the childhood he describes in the book accounts for a lot of whom he was as a young adult person. How could he have been anything else? I believe that he has changed and grown up into a more rounded, and thoughtful, person, as he also relates in the book. Like most of us elderly folk who look back at former selves when young, he wants to make amends and to teach life lessons. He has a lot of regrets. But I think his choice to live with positivity and humor is a good one.
In any case, this is a very interesting autobiography. For those of you wondering how many bones he has broken, it was a lot. It takes two pages to list all of the carnage he imposed on himself. He has a lot of joint issues. Why? I suspect an aftereffect of PTSD from ‘attending’ China Drama Academy. As you may suspect, his movies could not be insured.