Author Pearl Buck’s life still
Hilary Spurling’s magnetic new biography, “Pearl Buck in China,” suffers no romantic delusion about the China that shaped American novelist Pearl Buck: It was a harsh land where brides were sold into slavery and newborn girls were strangled and left out for the dogs.
Buck, as a little girl, gathered the babies’ bones — hands, limbs, even a head — in a string bag and buried them. Four of her siblings also died young, carried off by dysentery, cholera, malaria and diphtheria. When she was eight, her missionary family fled the Boxer uprising of 1900. They returned after the movement was crushed, and lived through the decades of upheaval and war that followed.
Yet from this crucible of flood and famine, poverty and disease, Buck emerged with a novel that gripped a generation and gave a voice to China’s illiterate masses. Published in 1931, “The Good Earth” won the Pulitzer, sold tens of millions of copies and remains in print. Buck became the first American woman honored with the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Today, Buck is largely forgotten, deprived of a place in U.S. letters and feminist mythology, Spurling says. This amnesia is regrettable, for Buck has much to teach us about the world’s most populous nation.
Spurling focuses on Buck’s years in China and relegates to a postscript the second half of her life, when she cranked out bestsellers in the United States. Though there’s nothing didactic about this fluid account, here are some lessons I drew.
You may never fit in: Chinese was Buck’s first language, and as a child she slipped in and out of neighbors’ houses dressed in a Chinese jacket and trousers. Buck said she first realized she was different at age 4 1/2, when her Chinese nurse tried to hide her yellow mane inside a red cap.
“It doesn’t look human, this hair,” the amah said, explaining that black was the normal color for hair.
Learn the lingo anyway: Language is the key to any culture, and a linguistic battle cut to the heart of a social and political debate that swept China in the 1910s. This was the fight between wen-li, a classical written language accessible only to the elite, and pai- hua, the speech of everyday life. Dissidents seeking to abolish centuries of oppression demanded the use of pai-hua in professional and educational publications.
One Chinese writer defended Chinese novels, which Buck read avidly and scholars long considered vulgar. She thought out “The Good Earth” in Chinese, translating as she wrote into fast, simple English that “sounds biblical but is pictorial,” as a friend of hers put it.
Keep smiling: Buck was immersed in the squalor and cruelty of rural China. A stench hung over the mud-walled settlement where she lived as a missionary’s wife; people drew drinking water from the same ponds where they washed and often defecated.
“The only effective response was to fall back on survival by laughter,” Spurling says.
Her encounters with villagers gave her much to smile about. She was the first white woman they’d seen, and they marveled at the size of her feet and nose, pawed at her clothes, and were agog when she answered their questions.
“We can understand English,” they exclaimed. “It’s the same as Chinese!”
Don’t expect thanks: Buck transformed how the West viewed China. Americans who once saw Chinamen as comic characters or Fu Manchus suddenly encountered a stoical farmer ca
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