From Trees to Stones, Wizards to Kings, and Rock to Jazz: 16 Books That Topped My Pandemic Reading List in 2020

 

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(CAUTION: Reading can be habit-forming.) 

Every year, I probably go through 50 or 60 books, and this number doesn’t count the books that I encounter in my various research projects. I’m talking about books that I read mainly for pleasure, enjoyment, and personal enlightenment. Many of the books that I pick up in a given year don’t get read in their entirety; there’s sort of a Darwinian whittling down to those books that truly urge me to go deeper and deeper into their pages. For example, this year I started in on two massive tomes on the life and times of Ludwig Van Beethoven, in honor of his 250th birthday. I wasn’t able to get through either of them, so perhaps they will be part of next year’s reading list. 

The books that I’m listing here are ones that I did read in their entirety over the year 2020. These are books that I enjoyed thoroughly and by which I was educated, enlightened, and sometimes even mystified. These are books that captivated, entranced, and transported me into their specialized worlds. This was a special year of course. It was a year for indulging in escapist fantasy, and also a year for understanding better our history and environment and where our world is heading. 

Because I spent six months of this past year in my home state of Massachusetts, this list also reflects my own interest in our local and regional history and the environment of the place where I grew up, and which I returned to for a spell after living most of my adult life abroad. Otherwise it’s a réflexion of my tastes and interests and my desire to escape the mundane world now and then.

Here are my top reads in the year 2020:

The Overstory, by Richard Powers (W. W. Norton & Company; Illustrated edition, April 2, 2019))

In January, I picked this book up by chance in the Kinokuniya Bookstore in Singapore. Little did I know that it would draw me deeply into the mysterious world of trees and forests over the next few months. I could not have predicted at the time that I would spend the next several months sheltering in my hometown of Acton, Massachusetts, and that I would be passing much of that time roaming the conservation lands and wildlife refuges of my home state. This novel tells the story of trees and forests from the perspectives of several characters, who, like the trees themselves, appear to stand on their own, but over the course of the book we find that their lives are intimately intertwined. The climax of the story appears to revolve around the struggle of a group of protagonists to save towering Pacific Redwoods from destruction and deforestation—at least, that is the most grippingly memorable part of the book. Meanwhile we are treated to a treatise on trees (oooh, that came out nicely) and learn a great deal about their lives and their connections with each other and with other members of the forest—which itself comes across over the course of the book as a living, breathing organism. A masterful work of prose and poetry, this book is an epic tragedy of how our human greed and lust for land and material wealth has shattered the natural world, which is far more finely, delicately, and magically wrought than anything human hands can construct.

A Long Petal of the Sea, by Isabel Allende (Ballantine Books, January 21, 2020)

This book was given to me as a gift by my aunt (in exchange I gave her my copy of The Understory). I hadn’t read Isabel Allende before, and I was in for a special treat. I love historical novels, and this one took me deep into a world with which I was only vaguely familiar if at all. The novel begins in Spain during the Spanish Civil War of the late 1930s. It then follows the story of two refugees from that conflict, Victor and Roser, as they make their way across the ocean to settle in Chile. It’s both a love story over a long span of time, and a story of war, exile, displacement, identity, and revolution. Reading this story puts our own rather mundane lives into perspective against the grand backdrop of the twentieth century with its wars and revolutions. The two main characters are models of fortitude, endurance, patience, and humility. This was a good book with which to settle into the pandemic and accept the fate of our current moment in time.

The Wizard of Earthsea, by Ursula K. Leguin (HMH Books for Young Readers; Reissue edition, September 11, 2012)

I remember reading this series when I was a child of around ten. In February of this year, while we were “escaping” China and sheltering in the USA, I read this book to my younger daughter Hannah who was also ten at the time. (This will probably be the last book that I have read to my daughter since she seems to have grown out of having Dad read to her. In fact, much of the book she read to me.) This is a masterpiece of literature, and I suppose I didn’t appreciate that until now. It is a tale of a young wizard named Ged who lives in a medieval fantasy world, a seafaring world composed of islands. After using his powers to successfully deflect an invasion of his home mountain village, the boy is apprenticed to an older wizard named Ogion, who teaches him a thing or two about the craft and warns him of its dangers. Then he is sent across the sea to a school of Wizardry for further instruction. This ain’t no Hogwarts, mind you, and Ged ain’t no Harry Potter. While in school, Ged is provoked by a rival to conjure up a mysterious and deadly power, which then hunts him across the world—until he realizes that it is he who is the hunter. An incredible fantasy novel and a masterwork of fine literature, this should be required reading for all ten-year-olds who love fantasy fiction, and for their parents as well.

The Once and Future King, by T. H. White (Ace Books; Reprint edition, June 1, 1987)

I was hoping that this would be the next book on our fantasy reading list, but Hannah quickly grew out of having her Dad read to her. (She is a voracious reader on her own, and far from it for her Dad to stand in her way.) Thus, I picked up this book and started reading it for myself. I’d always wanted to read it ever since I was her age or a bit older, but I had never got around to it. Thus, it was with great pleasure and delight that I discovered what a wonderful book this is, whether for a ten-year-old or a fifty-year-old. This is a high fantasy novel based upon the medieval legends of King Arthur and his court. It begins as young Arthur known as “Wart” gets schooled by an aged sorcerer named Merlin. The mage transforms the lad into various creatures, including birds, fish, and at one point, an ant, so that he may learn different viewpoints and study the ways of nature. These are fantastic depictions about what life might be like from the perspective of other beings and creatures. One of my favorite scenes is Wart’s conversation in the moat as a small fish with a very large and menacing pike, who is trying hard not to eat him but cannot control his appetite. This is reminiscent of the great Chinese philosopher Zhuangzi who once dreamed of being a butterfly. As the story progresses (it is actually several books in one package), Arthur becomes a man and a king. The two other main characters in the story are his leading knight Sir Lancelot, and Arthur’s wife Guinevere. Of course the story focuses on the infamous romance between Lancelot and Guinevere over a long period of time and Arthur’s denial of that romance and its ultimate tragic consequences. Another masterpiece of modern literature, this novel or series of novels throws one into a medieval world of jousting and heraldry with its antiquated yet still recognizable value system of chivalry. It’s also packed full of dry wit and humor, and like the Star Wars series or Shakespearean dramas it has numerous characters who provide for comic relief throughout what is otherwise a very serious and tragic tale of war, conquest, rivalries, and rescues.

Leviathan Wakes, by James Corey (Orbit; Reprint Ed. Edition, June 15, 2011)

Okay, I admit to sneaking this book in as well as part of my fantasy/sci-fi binge after the pandemic hit us with its first wave in spring and left us stranded in Acton Mass. It started with me watching the series called The Expanse on Amazon Prime, starting bass-ackwards with season 4, which hooked me into its gravitational pull, then on to seasons 1, 2, and 3 (I’m watching season 5 now). The idea of kicking ass in space intrigued me, and the visuals and special effects are phenomenal. After binge-watching the series, which involves various groups of humans, divided roughly into “inners” and “belters” fighting each other while dealing with a mysterious “protomolecule” that shows up in the solar system only to wreak havoc on humanity. I stayed up late nights reading this book, or else read it in the middle of the night when I was trying to get back to sleep. Soon, the saga of a crew of intrepid spacefarers caught up in various inter-solar system intrigues crept into my subconscious mind and started invading my dreams, leaving me stranded deep in space. It isn’t high literature, not by a long shot, but it was awesome escapist fantasy and sci-fi (and it kicked ass too!).

The Hidden Life of Trees, by Peter Wohlleben (Greystone Books; Illustrated edition, September 13, 2016)

After reading The Overstory, and in the midst of being drawn into the magical and mystical world of forests in and around my hometown of Acton, Mass., I devoured this book. Written by a German forestry expert, the book is divided into dozens of small chapters, each of which describes a facet of what we know or may conjecture about the lives of trees. We learn that trees are intimately connected through their root systems and through the vast networks of fungi that live underground, otherwise known as the Wood Wide Web. We also find out that trees nurture and take care of their siblings and children, and that they live in a precarious balance with each other as they search for space and light in the limited canopy of the forest. We discover why some trees dominate that canopy while others fall to the wayside, never to grow into full being. We study how trees conserve and expend their resources and energy, and their various strategies and methods for doing so, as well as their altruism vis-à-vis other trees. And so much more. If you are into trees and forests, this is essential reading.

Reading the Forested Landscape: A Natural History of New England, by Tom Wessels (Countryman Press; 1st edition, September 20, 2005)

Facebook is good for some things, among them suggestions for reading. Early in the year, after I posted messages about reading The Overstory and my excursions into the woods of New England, a Facebook friend recommended that I read this book. Sure enough, it was a marvelous guide to our local forests. The author uses forensic analysis to enlighten readers on how to “read” the forested landscape and learn from various clues about its development over time. He teaches the reader how to tell how old the forest is and when it was demolished and restored. The book begins with an account of the forests under the stewardship of the original inhabitants of the land, who burned off the underbrush to keep it from getting too cluttered. Then he moves on to discuss how the first settlers from the Old World changed the land to make way for their farmlands and homesteads, cutting down countless forest in the process, and building the low stone walls that still line the forests of New England today. After local farms gave way to the larger more efficient farms of the American heartland connected by canals and railroads to the eastern seaboard, the lands and hills of New England became pastures for sheep and cows until the wool and dairy industries also went bust. Since the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, these New England forests have regrown themselves and they are now carefully stewarded and protected by conservationists and environmentalists. Today, over 60 percent of Massachusetts is forested land, which really is miraculous given how bare the land was a century ago. As Mencius once said, just because the mountain is bare, doesn’t mean the sprouts aren’t there. And just as human virtues may do so, so too the forests that we decimate may, given the opportunity, regrow and regenerate over time.

This Land is Our Land: The Struggle for a New Commonwealth, by Jedediah Purdy (Princeton University Press, September 17, 2019)

One of my Duke colleagues recommended this book by a former Duke professor of law and an expert on environmental matters. This is a sobering book about our Commonwealth (in particular, but not exclusively the United States) and how we’ve messed it up over the past few centuries with our individual and collective greed, our wasteful industries and our rampant deforestations, and how we can regenerate it if we try. It makes one far more aware of the human impact on our planet, reminding us continually of how much infrastructure we build to sustain our ways of life, and our destructive impact on the natural world. The author also connects environmental issues with social justice issues—a theme that was especially prevalent in the USA over the past year. Whether mining for coal or industrial farming for pork, and whether planting cotton or tobacco, humans are changing and decimating our natural landscapes in ways that will impact our world for centuries to come. An important read for our times.

Ceremonial Time: Fifteen Thousand Years on One Square Mile, by John Hanson Mitchell (Counterpoint; 1st edition, March 4, 1997)

This was another recommendation from a Facebook friend. Written by a locally based author and naturalist, the book is a natural and social history of the area around my hometown in Eastern Massachusetts. It is predicated on the mystical notion that time is an illusion. The author blends historical lore and native tales with his own observations of how the land and the environment of our Nashoba Valley area has changed over the past several millennia, starting with the recession of the great glaciers that once covered this region with snow and ice, and ending in the 1970s with the rise of the tech industry. I found this to be an amazing journey into local history and have since recommended it to all of my fellow Actonians, but anybody interested in local, regional, and natural history would find it of great interest. Mitchell is an engaging and perceptive writer, and he recounts in fine and often hilarious detail his interactions with local inhabitants, both human and otherwise. He lives in the neighboring town of Littleton on the border of Westford in a land he calls Scratch Flat, an old name for this drumlin-filled farmland. Trained as an observer and writer of nature, he is at his best when describing the flora and fauna and the natural systems that course and flow through the region. This book inspired me to take my family on a few jaunts over to Beaver Brook, the waterway he describes in such loving detail in his book. Given that my aunt and uncle have lived in that area since the 1970s, the book opened me up to new vistas and perspectives on a land I thought I knew well, but hardly knew at all.

Walking Towards Walden: A Pilgrimage in Search of Place by John Hanson Mitchell (Counterpoint, March 11, 1997)

I was so taken by Mitchell’s book that I ordered several others. My next read in the Mitchell local history series was this one. The book is also a natural and social-political history of the region, but this time framed around a single hike he and his friends took through the “wilderness” of the region from Westford to Concord. During their hike, the trio of friends made their way through forests and across brooks as much as they could until they reached the fabled Old North Bridge, the legendary starting point of the American Revolution in April 1775. The book is full of anecdotes about that legendary battle and about other battles such as those of the so-called King Philip’s War, which pitted native inhabitants against the colonial settlers in the late 1600s. It is also chock-full of observations about local people and about the critters that inhabits these forests, fields, and farmlands. I was happy to read a book whose every page contains loving descriptions of roads, pathways, forests, and fields with which I myself am intimately familiar, and which I became even more familiar with over my six-month sojourn in Acton Mass. As suggested by its title, the book also contains numerous references to Henry David Thoreau and his pal Ralph Waldo Emerson and their peregrinations through this hallowed land in the mid-19th century.

Stone by Stone: The Magnificent History in New England’s Stone Walls by Robert Thorson (Bloomsbury USA; Reprint edition, March 1, 2004)

Continuing along the theme of local, regional, and natural history, over the course of my six-month stay in Massachusetts, I became more and more fascinated not only by the forests that are so well preserved now, but also by the low stone walls that criss-cross these forests. I’d grown up in New England, so I was familiar with these walls of stone, but I knew very little about them, other than that they’d been put up by colonial settlers centuries before, perhaps to demarcate their land. This was only partly true as I learned this past year. This book provides a very detailed historical account of the stone wall-building projects started by the colonials and continued by the American farmers in New England up until the 19th century. It starts by going back millions of years to study the formation of the rocky land and takes that story all the way to the glacial epoch of fifteen or twenty thousand years ago, when these stones were lifted, carried hundreds and thousands of miles and deposited in the soil like seeds. Since then, the stones have been brought up to the surface through natural forces such as frost heaves and more recently through the tilling of the soil. When the first settlers arrived in the New England area from the Old World, they began the project of removing these stones from the fields and farmlands and homesteads they were building and cultivating. Each year they had a new harvest of stones to deal with, and so these wall-building projects lasted for several generations. One remarkable thing about the land in New England is that it is similar in so many ways to that of Old England, and so these farmers and settlers knew exactly what to do: use the stones to build makeshift walls and “fences” to demarcate their land, which served two purposes: to rid the soil of the stones, which got in the way of the farming and pasturing, but also to mark out their territories. All this was done much to the perplexity and chagrin of the native inhabitants, who had a very different relationship to the land and did not bother moving heavy stones around (whether they used stones for ceremonial purposes is another matter, but certainly they did not have the time or leisure to build stone walls, nor any reason for doing so). By the late nineteenth century if not earlier in places, this practice largely was discontinued, but it has left a distinctive mark on the New England landscape that will last for centuries if not millennia to come.

My Heritage with Morning Glories, by Tania Manooiloff Cosman (Creative Communication Services; 1st Edition, January 1, 1995)

Last spring, a colleague of mine who collects old memorabilia and archival materials on foreigners and their lives in treaty port-era China (among other things) mentioned this book to me. I bought a copy of the book and read it with great delight. For decades now, I have been fascinated with the stories of the Russian refugees, who made their way to China after their country underwent the great revolution that brought the Communists to power and the Soviet Union into being. I’d read many histories and articles on the Russians in Shanghai and elsewhere, but I had never read an actual memoir by a Russian refugee who grew up in China. This is a sad, yet ultimately triumphal story, of a Russian girl born and raised in Manchuria, who comes of age in Harbin and then in Peking in the 1920s-1930s. After suffering the loss of her parents at a very young age, she is brought up in an orphanage in the Russian-filled town of Harbin, where she receives a basic education and begins to learn English. As a young woman, she finds her way to Peking (Beijing), where she ends up working in a cabaret (this is what interested me in the first place as it intersects with my own research on nightlife in 1930s Shanghai). Eventually she finds solace and safety with one of our great Sinologists, the American Ida Pruitt, who was living in Peking at the time. That encounter brought her eventually to settle in the United States, where decades later she wrote this unique memoir of her life in China.

Champions Day: The End of Old Shanghai, by James Carter(W. W. Norton & Company; 1st edition, June 16, 2020)

Occasionally, a colleague of mine in the China studies or Shanghai studies field writes a book that reaches a wider audience than the typical academic monograph. This is definitely the case with this book, which my fellow China historian James Carter wrote for a broader public. Published by a trade press, the book is designed for readers who may or may not have any prior background in the history of modern China and of treaty port Shanghai. It provides enough background info to keep general readers in the loop, while also serving the interests of specialist readers such as myself. The book focuses on the story of the Shanghai race club and the horse races that were the centerpoint of social and cultural life in the city during the early twentieth century. It leads inexorably up to the early 1940s, when the city was taken over by the Japanese who were fighting a protracted and undeclared war in China. This is history of British, western, and Japanese colonialism and imperialism and of Chinese state-building and resistance, masked as a fun day at the races. We learn about the lives and fortunes of many of the prominent citizens of Shanghai, who collectively built its industries and financed its various pleasures. This is a history book that is filled with fascinating characters and stories, and one that I recommend to anybody interested in modern China or in Shanghai’s own unique history.

Here Comes the Sun: The Spiritual and Musical Journey of George Harrison, by Joshua M. Greene (Wiley; 1st edition, June 1, 2007)

Anybody who follows my blogsite knows that I am a fan of the Beatles. In addition to listening to their music, I’ve been reading Beatles literature ever since I was a strapping young lad. But as everyone also knows, or should know by now, after they broke up circa 1970, each member of the Fab Four went his own way. While Ringo seems to have largely faded into a pleasant semi-retirement over the decades, popping out on occasion to support other band members, the other three men carved out their own  post-Beatles musical careers. John’s tragic murder in 1980 put an early end to his career as a post-Beatle, but George and Paul soldiered on to the end of their lives. Paul just released his 18th solo album--and the man is turning 80 soon! George didn’t make it that long; his life ended in 2001 when he was in his late 50s, but during his solo career spanning several decades, he too put out many albums. Some of these were duds, but some are now classics, starting with his multi-album collection All Things Must Pass, which he produced just after the Beatles broke up. In 1987, he released his album Cloud Nine, which I absolutely adored. Just after he died, his son Dhani produced his posthumous final album Brainwashed, which may just be the best of the bunch. Certainly it concentrates his finest energies and song-writing talents together into a final statement about George as a solo artist. Obviously by now, you know that I’m a fan of George Harrison the musician. This year, I discovered this book, which is a biography, but also a deep dive into the spiritual world that George Harrison came to inhabit both during and after his stint as a Beatle. It sheds valuable light on his inner world and on his relationships with his various mentors, including the India musician Ravi Shankar and the spiritual leader Phrabhupada, as well as his friendships with followers of the Hindu sect known as Hare Krishna. Far from being batty fringe lunatics that as they are often portrayed by the media, these folks come across in the book as some of the most pleasant, delightful, and enlightened beings one could ever hope to meet. What emerges from this book is George’s deep and enduring spiritual faith and humanity, which informed all of his songs and albums in various ways and which sustained him until his rather premature death in 2001. In addition to Indian mysticism, George also steeped himself in ancient Chinese mystical thinking as well. As a professor, who teaches Ancient Chinese History and Thought, I was surprised and delighted to learn that two of his stellar contributions to the Beatles canon, “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” and “The Inner Light” were influenced by the ancient Chinese classics Yi Jing and Dao De Jing.

How Music Works, by David Byrne (Crown; Illustrated edition, May 2, 2017)

I have been a fan of the music and performances of David Byrne and the band Talking Heads since the early 1980s, when I was coming of age and my own musical tastes were forming (not a deep fan mind you—I haven’t kept up with his work so much since the 1980s). Upon the recommendation of a friend who is also into analyzing and writing about music scenes, I downloaded the Kindle version of this book. It is rare that a musician and performer can provide us with such a comprehensive analysis of the world of music of which he or she plays a part. Byrne is one of those rarities. Talking Heads was an artsy rock band that emerged in the late 1970s out of the low-fi scene fostered by the now famous live house CBGB in lower Manhattan. After gaining popularity for their recorded music in the early 1980s, they took on bigger stages and Byrne was the subject of at least one film. Now he is regaining his fame in the wake of the successful musical American Utopia. The band was known for its danceable rhythms and for David Byrne’s frantic stage performance and sartorial flare. One of the themes Byrne develops throughout the book—something that would seem obvious but is often overlooked in analyses of music—is the importance of dance and its intimate relationship to music. The other theme is space. He is a keen analyst of the spaces and contexts in which music is performed, and the book is full of sketches of musical spaces including the famed CBGB, which underwent a renovation in the 1980s. As a scholar who has spent a lot of time in live houses and dance clubs and has analyzed the spaces of these clubs, I commiserate deeply with this point of view. Space is often overlooked—in fact, physicality of any sort tends to get overlooked in musical studies which tend to focus on the musical product itself. Perhaps this is a product of the advent of recording technology in the 20th century, which tends to abstract the music from physical space—a subject that the author covers in great detail and from personal experience as well as historical analysis. Byrne is also very careful in setting the stage for his performances, and what sort of equipment to use and what kind and color of clothing to wear in order to put the attention on the performers. This is a book that is worth reading more than once, and it will likely become part of my own canon of musical reference books.

Kansas City Lightning: The Rise and Times of Charlie Parker, by Stanley Crouch (Harper Perennial; Illustrated edition, October 21, 2014)

Although I haven’t quite finished it yet, I thought this book worthy of inclusion in my 2020 list. Sadly, the author passed away this past year. I found this book on the shelves of the Concord Bookshop, where I do my book shopping when I’m back in my hometown. Even though it’s basically a work of non-fiction, it reads like a novel. The author Stanley Crouch is a well-known expert on jazz history, who appears in Ken Burns’s epic doc series, Jazz. He is also a master of prose, and the book is a winning combination of story-telling and analysis of what goes into the making of jazz music. Charlie Parker is one of the legendary figures in jazz history, having risen up from obscurity in the 1930s Kansas City scene to become one of the founders of the Bebop movement in the 1940s, only to succumb eventually to illness abetted by his long-time heroin habit. Those who know jazz know the basic outlines of the story, but Crouch takes us deep into his interior world as well as tracing the pathway through which he achieved his greatness. We find out about the not-so-legendary figures who served as his guides and mentors along the way, such as Buster Smith, whom they called The Professor for his erudition and finely honed musical skills. We also are thrown into the scenes that he inhabited, such as the rollicking Kansas City nightlife scene, or the various gigs he served while on the road learning his craft. Like I said, this review is a bit premature since I’m only more than halfway through the story and we haven’t even gotten to the part yet where Parker, or Bird as they called him, rises to his legendary status and launches the Bebop movement on the jazz world. So perhaps I’ll follow up with a more lengthy review when I’m done with the book, but suffice it to say that I’m learning a great deal about how jazz artists developed their individual and collective talents during this crucial time period in the history of this musical genre.

Modern Japanese Short Stories: Twenty-Five Stories by Japan’s Leading Writers, by Ivan Morris et al (Tuttle Press, 1962; republished in 2019 with a foreword by Seiji Lippit)

This is a brilliant and stunning collection of short stories from the early 20th century, featuring some well-known writers and some lesser-known ones (at least, today). I picked this book up at Kinokuniya Bookstore in Singapore last January when I bought The Overstory, so I suppose it’s fitting that I finish the list with this one. I didn’t take it with me to the USA, so it was waiting patiently on my bookshelf for my return to Shanghai. When I returned in September, we had to go through the mandatory two-week quarantine period. Fortunately, we were able to do most of that time in our own apartment (others weren’t so lucky and had to hole up in a hotel room for two weeks). As part of my daily ritual, each day I read one of the short stories in this book, and soon I was absorbed in the daily lives and rituals of Japanese people living in interwar and wartime Japan. I’ve been a fan of Japanese literature since graduate school when I started learning Japanese. Regrettably, I never took a course on Japanese literature at Columbia University back when Donald Keene was the reigning daimyo of Japanese literature, but I certainly did meet him as well as the other deans of modern Japanese lit. I did study Japanese history though, and that was one of my subjects going into my oral exams, the final stage before writing the doctoral dissertation. While researching the nightlife of Tokyo for a course I used to teach on Global Nightlife, I got into the literature of interwar Japan, and discovered Nagai Kafu. I also familiarized myself with the writings of Junichiro Tanizaki, particularly his novel Naomi, a Nabokov-esque novel about a man who falls in love with a young woman—a girl really—who works as a café waitress in Tokyo. These authors are both represented in this book, as well as many others with whom I’m less familiar. The stories range in subject matter and style from family tales to stories of relationships and exotic sexual encounters, and there are also several stories about workaday life. We meet people working in factories and on farms, and we spend time in a police station as they deal with some routine and some not-so-routine cases. The stories are arranged in roughly chronological order and they take the reader from the late Meiji Era to the post-war era when Japan was recovering from the bombings of the 1940s. For anybody interested in modern Japanese literature, history, and culture, I’d say this would be a very welcome addition to your library.

Getting Back to China: It Wasn’t Easy, But We Made It

Home sweet home—back in our pad in Shanghai. It only took seven months!

Home sweet home—back in our pad in Shanghai. It only took seven months!

 As readers of my blog posts should know already, in February, I left China with my two daughters to spend some time in the USA. We began our journey in California, where we sheltered for two weeks in a hotel before spending a few days with my aunt and uncle in the Berkeley Hills. We then flew to Boston, where we settled with my parents in my hometown of Acton, Mass. 

The month of March was a bit of a nightmare as the USA gradually came to the realization that the virus known as COVID-19 was spreading rapidly through the country. Mass. was hit hard early on, mainly because of its proximity to New York and because of Boston’s status as a transnational education and business hub. Things began to close down rapidly in mid-March, and my dreams of spending some quality time with old friends and visiting my old haunts in the Boston area were quickly dashed. By the end of March, when we tried to get back to China and secured a flight back to Shanghai, it was too late. Three days before our scheduled flight, China suddenly announced that it was closing its borders to international travelers. For better or worse, we were destined to remain in the USA for the time being.

We were certainly lucky to be sheltering with my parents in their lovely home in the hills of Acton Mass. There was plenty of space in our home, and we had easy access to street walks and forest trails. Over the spring months, we were quite busy with our online schooling—I was teaching remotely, and the girls were taking their classes online, sometimes staying up until the early hours of the morning because of the time difference (their schools are in Shanghai). This was a difficult period, but we settled in and did the best we could. 

As I wrote in several previous posts, in order to maintain my own health and my sanity in the midst of the uncertainty and anxiety of this period, I began to explore the nature trails and wildlife refuges in the areas surrounding my hometown. In June, I started cycling regularly with my step-father and later with an old neighborhood friend, who lives in the Boston area. In July, when we are normally on holiday in Acton and the girls are usually in summer camp, we took advantage of our location to do some traveling in our home state, visiting the westernmost region of the Berkshires and the easternmost coastal area known as Cape Cod. 

By August, we were eager to return to China as soon as possible. I was gearing up to begin a busy academic year at Duke Kunshan University, taking on a full-time course load for the first time since I joined this startup university in China in 2015. The girls were all set to begin their fall semester at their schools in Shanghai. Needless to say, we were not looking forward to another semester of remote schooling. While Zoom classes had seemed to work the previous semester, we were hoping to get back to our schools, which were opening up for the fall.

Meanwhile, I was corresponding with our leaders at Duke Kunshan, hoping to get on the invitation list for employees returning to China. At first, the response of the leadership was uncertain. The process itself was not yet consolidated. Eventually, we received news that the first batch of Duke Kunshan employees from abroad were in process of being invited back to China. There was hope after all. The first group included deans and other members of the campus leadership team. Fair enough. I was told to be patient and that they were working on getting me and the other faculty members back as soon as they could.

Around mid-August, the news arrived that I was on the invitation list for the next batch of employees to return to China. I was elated by the news, as was my wife, who as readers know, remained in Shanghai throughout this episode. Presently, we received our official invitation letters as well as detailed instructions from our HR team on how to apply for the temporary entry visa to return to China. 

The instructions were rather complicated, and it took quite some time to assemble all of the necessary components of the invitation process in order to secure our visas. I did so as quickly as possible, and sent the package to the New York Consulate, which was handling the visas for me and my daughters. Within one week, I received a package from the Consulate with our passports containing the necessary visas. I was about to head out on my regular Friday morning bike ride when the mail truck pulled up to our house and the mailperson handed me the package. Needless to say, we were over the moon. 

Having secured the visas, we began to work on flights. Fortunately, my wife’s travel agent in Shanghai was able to book us seats on a Delta flight from Detroit to Shanghai, via Seoul. We were told that the Seoul stop was “technical” and that we would not deboard. All of this happened very quickly. We received our visas at the end of August, just as we were getting ready to begin our fall semesters. Our flight date was set for September 7. 

We spent the next few days preparing for our journey. After seven months in the USA, we had accumulated a lot of stuff—clothes, books, gear, and other things (you must remember that we had no idea we would spend so much time in the USA, so we arrived with very little in the way of belongings). That week, I took in a couple of nature walks and a final bike ride. I also met John Hanson Mitchell, the author of the books that had served me well in the past few months as guides to local history, nature, and lore, which was a real treat. Meanwhile I had a few phone calls or Zoom calls with friends and family who we were unable to see in person during our stay in Acton.

One thing that I had been uncertain about was whether or not we needed a negative test result for the virus in order to board the plane. After corresponding with colleagues and with the human resources at my university, I finally determined that that was unnecessary. However, in a Kafkaesque fashion, an announcement soon appeared stating that after September 15, all passengers traveling from the USA would need to complete a test before boarding an airplane to China.

In order to cover our bases and also to rest assured that we would not be spreading the virus to others, I arranged for us to get tested at a local testing center not far from my hometown. The procedure was very quick and efficient, and within a few hours we had the results by email, which thankfully were negative. Of course we had taken great precautions to shelter and to limit our social contacts, so we were not surprised by the results, but nevertheless it was a great reassurance to us and our parents.

Getting ready to head to the airport, overloaded with bags

Getting ready to head to the airport, overloaded with bags

On Monday morning, Sept 7, my step-father drove us to the Logan Airport in Boston. We were overloaded with suitcases and bags, and also a guitar I brought over from China and a ukulele that my daughter had collected on the journey. At the airport, we checked in six pieces of luggage (two apiece) and carried the rest of our belongings to the security check. There we were told we had to limit ourselves to two items per person. We had to make a sudden decision, and I chose to leave a couple of travel suitcases of books behind, as well as our instruments. This turned out to be a good thing. And it was also a good thing that my step-father was there to take our extra stuff back home, where they await our next journey to the States.

Checking temps in the Detroit airport prior to boarding our flight to Shanghai

Checking temps in the Detroit airport prior to boarding our flight to Shanghai

We flew to Detroit. After a few hours in the Detroit airport, we took the Delta flight DL283 to Shanghai via Seoul. Most of the passengers were Chinese, although there were a few other groups of foreigners, who like us had secured their special invitations from their companies and organizations to return to China. Before boarding the plane, the airplane crew made us download an app and fill it in—this was a health declaration that we needed to show to the security people upon our arrival in Shanghai. We were also given a temperature check. After that, they put a sticker on our passports to show we’d passed the check. We boarded the long flight to Seoul, arriving around 14 hours later. After a brief stop in Seoul, where they changed some crew members, we headed on to Shanghai, arriving there around 2 am.

On the airplane bound for Shanghai

On the airplane bound for Shanghai

Upon our arrival in Shanghai, we were all put through a series of checks and tested for the virus. For this purpose, we went through several stations in the airport, where attendants in full hazmat gear took our temperatures and handed us each a test tube for the “nucleic acid” test that would determine whether or not we were carrying the virus. The test involved a nurse taking a long swab and swiping it deep in our nasal cavities. This had to be done for both nostrils. Then she dropped the results into the test tube marked with our identification info. This was an uncomfortable yet painless process.

Taking the nucleus acid test in the Shanghai airport

Taking the nucleus acid test in the Shanghai airport

Following the test, we collected our suitcases and headed to another station in the airport, where we were sorted for quarantine housing. We went to the Jing’an district station(that’s the district where we live in Shanghai). The friendly attendants there had us fill in more forms, and they assured us that since we have an 11-year old child in our group, we could quarantine in our own apartment. This was a huge relief. We were then taken to a bus, which drove us out of the airport and over to the Jing’an district, about an hour’s ride, arriving at the Holiday Inn Express located next to the Shanghai Rail Station. We arrived there around 4:30 am, greeted by staff in hazmat suits, and settled into a hotel room. We were told not to leave the room until they gave us news about our test results.

Quarantine hotel checkin in shanghai at around 4 :30 am

Quarantine hotel checkin in shanghai at around 4 :30 am

We spent the next day in the hotel waiting for the results. Given the extra-long flight from Boston to Shanghai and our severe jet lag, we had trouble discerning night and day, and we slept periodically through the next day and night. The room was comfortable for a typical hotel room in Shanghai, but for three people living there and unable to leave the room, it quickly became quite cramped and claustrophobic. We did some work, but mostly in our dazed condition we slept and lazed about,watching videos on our screens to pass the time. I had been watching the Bosch series—an LA police/crime drama series produced by Amazon—and I got through the entire fourth season as we rested and waited for news.

On the bus taking us to our home in Shanghai

On the bus taking us to our home in Shanghai

Finally, on the afternoon of our second day in the hotel, we received the good news that we were to be transferred to our home in Shanghai. We quickly packed our bags and headed down to the hotel lobby. There, we boarded a bus along with several other passengers, and the bus took us to our neighborhood in Shanghai. Upon arriving at the gates of our compound, we were greeted by several staff of the facilities management, who took down our information and helped us carry our luggage to our apartment. Once ensconced in our apartment, we were told that a group of nurses and other quarantine managers would visit our apartment and take our info and our temperatures and give us instructions for the quarantine period. 

We were elated to finally be back in our own home in Shanghai after living abroad for seven months. My wife, who could not be there with us but had to take up residence in a nearby hotel for the duration, had prepared our home with some necessary supplies. For the past three days I had gone without coffee while we traveled to Shanghai and waited in the hotel. (If you are reading this piece and planning to return to China soon, keep that in mind, and plan to bring your own supply of instant coffee to get you by as you quarantine in the hotel.)

A short while later, the nurse and other attendants arrived at our apartment door and took our temperatures. She made me add her on Wechat (the Chinese social media app that everyone here needs) and told me to take our temperatures each day at 9 am and 3 pm and send her the results. They would return towards the end of our 14-day quarantine period to test us again for the virus before we were finally released. 

Now we must go through the two-week quarantine period, and we are fortunate to be able to do so in the comfort of our own home. Not all returnees to China are so lucky, and many are forced to quarantine in a hotel. From the two-day experience we had at the Holiday Inn Express, I can say that this would be quite an ordeal to forbear. 

We are now looking forward to the day when we will finally be reunited with my wife and my daughters’ mother and her family, who wait patiently for us to complete our quarantine period. While we are giving up our own personal freedom and mobility in the process, I am glad that I am in a country that is taking such strict measures to eliminate the virus from its population. 

The flip side is that once we have passed the two-week quarantine period, we can rejoin our communities and our friends and once again enjoy most of the freedoms that we took for granted before the viral outbreak began. While the process of getting back to China was quite an ordeal, we found all of the people involved on the China side to be very friendly, helpful, and supportive, whether it was the HR team on the Duke Kunshan campus, or the attendants taking us through all the various health checks and quarantine procedures. These people are working very hard day and night to ensure that the country remains as COVID-free as possible. And that is very reassuring indeed.

 

 

 

 

 

The Making of Jazz & Blues Ala Shanghai: A New Documentary Film on the City's Live Music Scenes

This documentary film has been fifteen years in the making. It began when I started filming the jazz scene in Shanghai in 2004. That year, an exciting new club called JZ had just started, while the Cotton Club down the road was still going strong with its killer combo of blues, funk, and soul music.

Since then, many other clubs have opened and closed in the city, but the JZ Club, Cotton Club, and the House of Blues & Jazz are the clubs that arguably have made the greatest impact on the city’s jazz and blues scenes over the last 25 years.

Following a brief history of the city’s tumultuous 20th century told by veteran jazzman Bao Zhengzhen, one of the pioneers of the Old Man Jazz Band in the Peace Hotel, this film takes the story of the re-emergence of jazz and blues back to the 1990s. That was the time when HBJ and CC came out of Shanghai’s rebirth as an international metropolis. Over the next two decades, these clubs, along with JZ, funneled a panoply of jazz and blues artists from all over the world into Shanghai’s music scene, while also helping to train a whole generation of Chinese musicians, many of whom had graduated from the nearby Shanghai Music Conservatory, in the jazz and blues idioms.

The film features interviews and live performance footage of leading bands, musicians, scene-makers, and mover-shakers in the city's jazz and blues music scenes since the 1980s. These people include HBJ founder Lin Dongfu, CC co-founders Matt Harding and Greg Smith, and JZ founder Ren Yuqing. Others who appear in the story include Graham Earnshaw, Coco Zhao,  JQ Whitcomb, Alec Haavik, Theo Croker, Willow Neilson, Matthew Cooper, Peng Fei, Jasmine Chen, Jorland Paulino, Denise Mininfield, Greg Luttrell, Mike Null, Tony Hall, and the late Earl Phenix (1976-2014). And many others appear as well.

Two years ago, in the summer of 2018, I finished a rough cut of the film, and screened it to a close circle of family and friends. Based on their feedback and others’, recently while sheltering in my parents’ home in Acton, Massachusetts, I had the opportunity to edit a finer cut of the film. I screened this cut to my parents (my only live audience right now), and to my surprise and delight, they enjoyed nearly every minute of it, even though it was almost two hours long!

I will continue making some fine adjustments to the film. I hope to have it ready for screening to a public audience later this year, in celebration of a century of jazz in Shanghai.

After finishing the latest cut, I made a couple of trailers for the film and posted them on YouTube. One trailer is over 3 minutes long and includes most of the people and scenes that I profile in the film. I had forgotten how excruciating it can be to make a trailer. It took several days of hard work and multiple versions before I felt I got it done right.

The other trailer is a minute and thirty seconds long. It’s for those of you out there who don't have the time or patience to view the longer version. This one was much easier to cut out of the 3-minute version:

Above: The 1:30 minute version of the film trailer. Enjoy!

Here’s a photo of me in my home office in my folks’ home in Acton, hard at work on the film.

Here’s a photo of me in my home office in my folks’ home in Acton, hard at work on the film.

I posted these trailers on Facebook and reached out to people who are in the film to view them. So far the reaction among my Facebook friends has been overwhelming positive. I am really looking forward to screening this film, hopefully in better times to come.

Finally, a wholehearted thank you to all of you who have helped me with this film project over the years. I hope this film does credit to the amazing musicianship and entrepreneurship of the people who appear in the film, who have enriched our lives in the city of Shanghai immeasurably.