Frontier. Can Xue

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      Copyright © 2008 by Can Xue

      Translation copyright © 2017 by Karen Gernant & Chen Zeping

      First edition, 2017

      All rights reserved

      Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data: Available.

      ISBN-13: 978-1-940953-55-7

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      CONTENTS

Introduction

Note on Names

Chapter 1: Liujin

Chapter 2: José and Nancy

Chapter 3: Qiming

      Chapter 4: Sherman

      Chapter 5: The Baby

      Chapter 6: Liujin and Amy

      Chapter 7: Lee and Grace

      Chapter 8: Liujin, Her Parents, and the Black Man

      Chapter 9: Little Leaf and Marco

      Chapter 10: The Director and Nancy

      Chapter 11: Liujin and Amy, as well as Qiming

      Chapter 12: Liujin and Roy, as well as a Headless Man

      Chapter 13: Qiming and Liujin

      Chapter 14: Liujin and Ying

      Chapter 15: Snow

       INTRODUCTION

       Porochista Khakpour

      In the summer of 2016 I found myself in a place on a 20,000-acre working cattle ranch in the middle of a desolate stretch of northeastern Wyoming: Ucross, Wyoming, population 25. It’s an artist residency I’ve been to twice before, and one could indeed dare call it a part of the old mythos of the American Frontier. There is nothing to do but work. Once a week the residents and I go to a saloon about 25 miles away in Buffalo, where local cowboys and cowgirls play bluegrass. This saloon, part of a hotel called The Occidental, has been a haunt of everyone from Butch Cassidy to Buffalo Bill. That’s about the only thing there is to do.

      These high plains are where I’ve done most my writing in the past decade, and it became where I did almost all my reading of Can Xue’s Frontier this time around. This residency, my own writing escaped me as Can Xue’s book demanded more and more of my time. I had thought a few days would be all I needed—I was not a new Can Xue reader after all, and had usually managed to plow through even her most difficult work in a couple days—but this was not the case with this recent novel. In fact, a curious thing began to happen as I read. The further I got, the longer the book seemed to get. It was shocking; the book would lengthen the more I got into it. This book won’t end, I told a friend, it’s strange, I swore I was two hundred pages in a day ago and there I am today. Days later, I felt I had made very little progress. It went on like this for quite some time, til my time was basically up.

      This is usually a complaint—something taking a long time, a book requiring effort. “Time flying” indicates an enjoyable exploit—this is what you want. But this time around, even this sentiment felt reversed. I didn’t want the book to end, and the story, perhaps sensing that, refused to end. Even when it ended, it didn’t end. I just started reading it again. I went from the last pages to the first without breath. I had no choice.

      One might say, this summer I found myself trapped in Can Xue’s Frontier.

      This of course, would probably not surprise my friend Can Xue. This seems to be part of the fabric of the book. And of course who could put a stunt like this past her—she is China’s premier writer of the avant-garde, an experimental trickster, whose very name is not just a pen name but an alter ego—she refers to herself in third person—and so who could possibly put anything past her?

      We have been regularly emailing for over a year now, so I thought to write her amid all this. I didn’t want to alarm her so I asked a mild question at first, not sure how to explain my dilemma—this book is lengthening as I read it, not shortening, help me—instead I said, So, dear Xiaohua (what she goes by), how did you come up with this?

      I should have known this question could go nowhere. She wrote back quickly:

      “Like all the works by Can Xue, the idea was from her dark heart. Then the idea (I [Can Xue] didn’t know clearly what it was, but I did know it was what I wanted) came out gradually, naturally . . . I wrote and wrote for some time, then someday I found that a great pattern appeared СКАЧАТЬ