Today few readers have heard of Chiang Yee, the expatriate Chinese painter and writer who — among other feats — coined the still-used Chinese name for Coca-Cola, winning a contest and some much-needed money at a time when a Blitz bomb destroyed his rented Hampstead home. Chiang had chucked an official post in Republican China and sailed to England, where Puyi’s English tutor helped get him a job teaching at the University in London. A trip to the Lakes District spawned a series of captioned watercolors, which led to a book, and then a series of best-selling and well-reviewed travelogues documenting his flaneur character The Silent Traveller’s socially-distant observations of Edinburgh, Paris, Boston, San Francisco and other Western cities, including New York. Here’s a link to my fan letter to this book. Originally written for the New York Times Book Review, and then, orphaned, accepted by the New Yorker‘s website, it eventually landed at Pulitzer-winner and longtime China correspondent David Barboza’s new publication The Wire China, which is worth checking out, and not only for its fine taste in books.
Here’s the link to a Travel Writing World podcast celebrating what would have been Bruce Chatwin’s 80th birthday, featuring myself with Nicholas Shakespeare, Colin Thubron, Sara Wheeler, and Susannah Clapp. I named In Manchuria after Chatwin’s seminal In Patagonia, much to the publisher’s — probably correct — chagrin. Pete Hessler’s original blurb urged potential buyers: “If you only read one book about Manchuria this year, let it be this one.” Good one.
In light of the Peace Corps’ (very quiet) decision to terminate its China program, here’s a New York Times piece I wrote a few years ago recalling the 1958 novel The Ugly American, and how John F. Kennedy sent copies of the book to all of his Senate colleagues. As president, Kennedy proposed the Peace Corps, based largely on the authors’ recommendation. The China program cost $4.1 million in 2019, a little over 1 percent of Peace Corps’ total budget. The United States spends $300 million annually on its military bands.
Elated to be here, finishing Benjamin Franklin’s Last Bet. What a country! In China, this is called divorcing yourself from the masses . . .
Here’s my piece in the Wall Street Journal from Xiaogang on the fortieth anniversary of a harvest that changed the course of Chinese history. There’s also a neat parallel with the Pilgrims.
The Road to Sleeping Dragon won a silver medal for Best Travel Book in the 2017-18 Lowell Thomas Travel Journalism Award competition. This is my third Lowell Thomas, awarded by the Society of American Travel Writers, judged by faculty of the University of Missouri’s School of Journalism, and handed out at a ceremony in Barbados. (I did not go to Barbados.) “Sent to a tiny village in China by the Peace Corps in the 1990s,” the judges said, “the writer learns much more than the language. He learns, and we learn, that humanity crosses all borders. The final book in a trilogy, The Road to Sleeping Dragon, contains more observation and reflection as he considers the mantra offered him while living in China: Go slowly, eat slowly, look slowly.”
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to walk around an entire country? I started with one of the world’s smallest: Here’s my story on hiking 100 miles around Singapore’s pretty, less-populated perimeter: A Walk Around Singapore
Here’s a short piece I wrote for the New York Times on Superior Motors, Braddock’s fantastic new restaurant across from Andrew Carnegie’s first steelworks, running since 1875.
There’s a good chance Georges Borchardt was responsible for shepherding at least one of your favorite writers to publication. After immigrating to New York from war-torn France at age nineteen in 1947, Borchardt found work as an assistant at a literary agency. One of the first sales he completed on his own was a play by an Irishman titled Waiting for Godot.
Over the next seven decades, Borchardt introduced American readers to works by Jean-Paul Sartre, Marguerite Duras, Jacques Lacan, Roland Barthes, Michel Foucault, and Eugene Ionesco, and found a home for Elie Wiesel’s oft-rejected Night. He has represented John Gardner, Mavis Gallant, Stanley Elkin, and John Ashbery. Today his clients include Ian McEwan, T. C. Boyle, and Susan Minot as well as the nonfiction writers Tracy Kidder, Anne Applebaum, Adam Hochschild, and—somehow—me. Here’s my Interview with this fascinating man.