Thus far, there are four great classics of Chinese literature (or possibly 5 if you count the erotic masterpiece “The Plum in the Golden Vase”). Three of the four were written in the Ming dynasty. Of these three, Ferrebeekeeper has already talked about “The Journey to the West.” I have not yet read “The Romance of the Three Kingdoms” which concerns the brutal nature of statecraft and the ghastly moral equivalence involved in controlling other people (maybe I don’t want to read that one).
This leaves us with “The Outlaws of the Marsh,” the tale of a group of Song dynasty heroes who are marginalized, framed, abused, or exiled by corrupt court officials. These convicts, bandits, rogues, and dark sorcerers join together in an inaccessible wilderness in Shandong and form a “chivalrous” brotherhood (although three of the outlaws are warrior women and witches). The bandit brotherhood fights off increasingly violent attempts by the state to subdue them while trying to deal with the anomie of the times and the vexatious problem of which outlaw will lead them.
There is a larger frame story to “Outlaws of the Marsh.” Since it is the first of 100 chapters I will spoil the book somewhat by relating it to you:
Plague is ravaging the capital and the emperor sends out Marshal Hong, a weak and corrupt court official, to find “the Divine Teacher” a great immortal magician who can stop the plague. At a local abbey, the chief monk tells Hong that, in order to find “the Divine Teacher”, he (Hong) must ride to the top of a foreboding mountain.
Hong precedes only a short way before he is scared by a white tiger and by a poisonous snake. He weakly decides to abort his mission when…supernatural events fully reveal the nature of his corruption (and the Divine Teacher intervenes with godlike insouciance).
In a black mood, marshal Hong rides back to the monastery and starts to torment the monks with edicts and highhanded behavior…which leads him to find that a group of demons have been imprisoned under a tortoise with a great stone on its back. With his trademark blend of bungling and arrogance, Hong destroys the magical prison to reveal a vast evil black pit a hundred thousand feet deep. Out of this pit leaps a roiling black cloud of spirits which tear the roof off of the monastery and fly into near space above China before breaking into one hundred and eight glowing stars which fall throughout the land.
Marshal Hong orders his flunkies to silence concerning this misadventure and rides back to the capital where he lies to the Emperor. Thus we are introduced to the thirty six heavenly spirits and the seventy-two earthly fiends (who are the outlaws of the marsh). It is one of the best lead-ins ever. A perfect beginning to this huge novel which is the father of China’s rollicking fung-fu tradition.
The book also gave us some of the most indelible characters of martial literature: Wu Song, Lu Zhishen (the flower monk!), the cunning Wu Yong, Black Whirlwind, and my favorite, “Panther Head” Lin Chong. Each character has a different personality..and a different lethal weapon. They are all matchless warrior trapped in nightmarish circumstances. There is no way out…only a way forward by means of red slaughter…
Speaking of which, Outlaws of the Marsh is a violent book. In fact it is so exceedingly violent that it would probably make George R. R. Martin fall down and start throwing up. However, it is also a funny book…and, like all Chinese literature, it is heartbreakingly sad. Even though the novel is set in the fictionalized Song Dynasty, it somehow describes the corruption endemic to JiaJing-era China, the corrupt Late-Ming era when it was penned by an anonymous author (probably Shi Nai’an, but nobody truly knows for sure).
I am also sad…I have not described what is so magical and dark and beautiful about this amazing epic tale of corruption, bravery, and friendship (and death). I guess there is only one way to find out for yourself… Coincidentally the translation by Sidney Shapiro was excellent.
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May 20, 2016 at 4:56 PM
Neomys Sapiens
Now I’m baffled…but first, let me say that you seem to have a good eye for remarkable books. I own the bound 1957 Insel edition – which does not contain any reference to the story about Marshal Hong.
Aside from that, this book is totally a keeper. Your description and appraisal fits it well. It was given to me by my father when I was about 12 and I still grab it and re-read a chapter or two when its vivid presence fades.
Another tip for your reading: ‘Kaff, oder Mare Crisium’ by Arno Schmidt. Although I do not know whether a translation exists and if so, whether the extremely creative language of the author has been properly translated.
I could give you some info but I’m not sure if that would spoil too much.
Mr. Ferrebee, your Blog is indeed one of the pearls of the blogosphere and a real treat to the tired yet hungry mind!
June 2, 2016 at 5:20 PM
Wayne
I am going to have to learn German to read that! I will have to conjugate and decline large frightening compound words: but I will also be able to move to Berlin and become a famous artist. You offer me terrifying yet amazing possibilities, my friend!
June 2, 2016 at 5:22 PM
Wayne
But what happened to your introduction chapter? It was my favorite aside from the sublime ridiculous moment when “The Timely Rain” met the queen of heaven and the dolorous end.
May 20, 2016 at 6:28 PM
Neomys Sapiens
But I’m also quite mad at you. While you generate those posts doubtless by fast-typing within a few seconds the results produced by your enslaved library fairies, do you have any idea how much time it takes to read that all?
I have promised my customer that the integration of a cat brain into his air defence system would be done by monday – and here I am, the puss still a-meow, the lab dark, the work not done!
June 2, 2016 at 5:06 PM
Wayne
Hahahaha–nothing could go wrong with your next generation tomcat plan. Carry on! I will write short posts this week.