The Plum In the Golden Vase

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The Plum In The Golden Vase

Back in April, I was posting about a book titled The Plum In The Golden Vase and how we’d just started volume 4 of the 850,000-word mega-book. At the rate we’d been reading it, I figured we had until 2025 before we’d finish it; well, I was wrong. Tonight, we closed volume 5 and put to rest its myriad of characters that had lived with us for ten years. It was never our intention to stretch a title out for such a lengthy period of time, but now that it has happened, I think our fondness and familiarity with the story will have us grieving its end.

I believe that the reason we picked up steam was that volume 4 ushered in the demise of our central character while volume 5 took down those corrupt minions that lived off the excesses that were exemplified in the previous chapters of the 100 chapters this book covered.

So, the main takeaway from reading such a long work over many years is that I believe everyone should pick something of this extraordinary length and read it slowly enough that it lives with them for years. Sure, we get attached to characters in much shorter works, but to live with those featured on so many pages year after year, they grow over time in our memories and, in some way, become family.

While we’ll be jumping into The Water Margin, a.k.a. Outlaws of the Marsh, soon, we’ll take at least a short break from classical Chinese literature to indulge in French literature via Marcel Proust’s In Search Of Lost Time, and once we gather some serious traction with its 1.2 million words, we’ll be folding The First Crusade by Peter Frankopan into the mix.

Natasha and Aaron Go To California

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Note: Today, guest novice blogger Natasha Peralta adding a story here. A little background: Natasha works at King Coffee I frequent often, as in every day, and I’m encouraging her to try her hand at sharing with her future self what she was doing during her early adulthood. Without further writing from me, I’m turning the keyboard over to her.

The night before we left, I went up to Chino Valley to pick up my younger sister, Jackie. We were supposed to leave at 6:30 in the morning, but Aaron forgot his wallet at work, so seeing we were over near Indian School, we decided to stop at Reap and Sow Coffee, which at night is a club for concerts. At 9:00, we were on our way to California. This was my first time driving to California, and I was really anxious. I was taking it out on Aaron and Jackie, which had everyone in a shit mood. In between picking up Aaron’s wallet and getting to my older sister Reigna’s house in Altadena Aaron had lost his wallet again, but this time it was lost for good. Despite a very stressful morning, none of it really mattered once we were there.

Here we are on Saturday morning at Disneyland. I would compare my feelings to how I felt when I went for the first time at eight years old. We were giddy. A week prior, when we checked the weather, it was supposed to rain both days we were there, but the weather was perfect.

This is us on Matterhorn. The few times I have been to Disneyland, this ride has been closed. I’m happy I got to experience it with them.

No one wanted to get wet. We only had to wait 10 minutes for Splash Mountain. This is the last time I’ll get to ride Splash Mountain. Soon, they will be changing to a Princess and the Frog ride.

Me, Aaron, and Jackie on the Guardians of the Galaxy ride in California Adventure.

This is another photo on the Guardians of the Galaxy ride, but with all of us. I might look excited, but I was scared. I’m not a fan of rides that drop. It’s embarrassing to admit, but other people on the ride noticed were assuring me it was not scary. It ended up being one of my favorite rides.

The Cars Ride in California Adventure. This is our second day at Disney. I was never a fan of the movies, but the ride was cool.

Aaron’s first Disneyland turkey leg.

The Dumbo ride was even more enchanting and special at night. I wish I had a picture of all three of us packed on the little seat.

John told me about San Pedro Fish Market when I started planning our trip to California. We got the shrimp tray. Eating seafood on the harbor was an incredible experience. We were lucky, and the mariachi band was there. None of us had been somewhere like it. Thank you, John.

Monty’s Good Burger. A hip vegan burger joint with several locations all over LA. I’ve been wanting to go for a while and am so glad I did. The best vegan burger I’ve had. Even Aaron, who rarely eats vegan, loved it.

Pressure From The Cloud

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Homeless

Grammarly is triggering me to write something, anything, as long as I put some words down here on my blog, by reminding me that I have 126 consecutive weeks of writing under my belt. But I’m working on a bigger fish that obviously is not a fish, nor is it a thing I’m ready to bring into reality. Mentioning what it is could make it real, but uncertainty about commitment has me waffling if I’m prepared for that. Of course, this is really nothing more than a “bait and fail” to deliver because I’m not ready to share, and I’m only writing this to find words flowing onto the page so my digital overlord known as Grammarly succeeds in conditioning me to earn my rewards. Because who doesn’t want that email next week telling them that they’ve earned the praise from an automated processed form e-mail goading the user into desiring 127 consecutive weeks of writing productivity?

Aside from that nonsense, I really should throw something into the stream of blogging before it becomes too easy to ignore this thing. Obviously, it’s easier to perform this exercise while traveling as visual impressions lend easy content to my expression while my investigations of research trying to organize an imagination becomes dedicated to the side project I’m not wanting to discuss at this time. Oops, back to the start.

Okay, I’ll try to break out of this look and bring this entry elsewhere.

It’s been a shade better than a week since I wrote the above because then I got sidetracked by the arrival of a highly-anticipated book titled The Third Unconscious by Franco “Bifo” Berardi. A page-turning, riveting work of observational philosophical/psychological shift going on in regard to our post-pandemic environment. I finished it yesterday, and I’m now able to return to my empty-headed malaise (see photo above), so I might contemplate my next moves.

One place I won’t be heading to is Oregon for our nearly annual Oregon Coast Thanksgiving Retreat due to scheduling conflicts, so I’m looking at quite possibly sitting here in Phoenix for the last eight weeks of the year. With this sense of imposing reality, I might also have to consider that events here in Blogland could remain on relative hiatus as I try to find focus on the task I was alluding to at the top of this entry. To be honest with myself, I suppose the determination is already in the bag to take the matter of writing into the corner of seriousness that implies something larger emerging from that effort, but if somehow I refrain from using the word “book” or “novel” it won’t enter the realm of commitment. Who in their right mind would embark on such a task, especially when they know the extraordinary effort required just to write a short 500-word blog post about something inconsequential? And if we are talking fiction to this would-be author who struggles to find enjoyment in the genre, that person must certainly be flailing at the margins of nonsense.

From one coffee shop to the next, I’m floating between locations with stops for lunch or chores and occasionally dipping into the news that descends from those clouds. The news is a mixed bag that can only reach my senses by reading it as the intonation of those reporting it is so laden with pathos as to destroy any ethos that might have been there in the past. Yet, I’m drawn to current events as I sense I’m witnessing the wheels coming off the body politic and the capitalist head driving the human organism to insanity. Selfishly, I feel my role is to remain frugal until escape velocity is reached and not share the secret of our salvation that won’t be found in faith, so don’t go there.

There, I’ve written something and nothing, as these words fail to satisfy my joy of sharing words. Maybe I’m trying to keep all the words to myself as if they are allowed to back up; they might splash forward in a cascade that could amount to the deluge I hope to expose in something called a book.

Car Books

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Reading in the car

I’ve known that Caroline tracks the books she’s been reading and listening to and has been doing so for years. She started the list back in 2012 when she was endeavoring to read all of the Pulitzer Prize winners in fiction and needed to track which ones she read; this was also part of her goal to read more novels as the two of us both share a passion for non-fiction. Tonight, I learned that she’s also been keeping track of books we’ve completed while out driving. For those who don’t know, Caroline doesn’t like driving, and most of the time, when we are both in the car, she reads to me. I’d like to share when this started, but we are both relatively uncertain; while I thought it was while we were in Germany, she insists it wasn’t until we were in America [In my memory, our first shared book experience was Moby Dick  – Caroline].

Had you asked me a day ago, I might have guessed that Caroline has read a dozen or so books to us in the past nearly ten years. This would have been based on feeling like it takes us months to get through a book, for example, The Thirty Years War: Europe’s Tragedy by Peter H. Wilson clocks in at 1024 pages. I could easily see us needing nearly a year for a tome that big, but nope, according to Caroline, we started it on July 10, 2014, and finished it on December 13 of the same year. So, not only do we read books faster than I thought, but they are read incredibly fast. From early 2012 to October 14, 2021, or about 9.5 years, we shared 49 books we can account for. There are a number of titles we spent a day to a week trying to find a groove with that didn’t work out; those are not listed, only the books we’ve finished while driving around America. The idea that we’ve jointly read five books a year on average in the car is mind-blowing, but as I started going through the list, every one of those books came back to me.

Note regarding the first book below titled The Plum in the Golden Vase (real author unknown although it is listed as Lanling Xiaoxiao Sheng, which translates to “the Scoffing Scholar of Lanlin” according to Wikipedia), this massive work arrives in 5 volumes (estimated 850,000 words) with nearly 3,800 pages of dense text and a wide cast of characters. Caroline and I have used this tome as a kind of commercial interlude between other books we are reading. After a number of chapters from other titles, we’ll return to this 400-year-old Chinese novel to pull in a chapter or two before returning to the primary book we’re reading through. As of this post, we have finished the first four volumes and are about to start on the final book. This 10-year journey into the life and death of Ximen Qing will leave a gap after we’re done, but we are heading into The Water Margin, a.k.a. Outlaws of the Marsh and The Plum in the Golden Vase is a kind of spin-off from that novel, so we are not straying far.

The Water Margin by Shi Nai’an and Luo Guanzhong comes in just below the 850,000 words of The Plum in the Golden Vase and will be read simultaneously with In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust at 1.27 million words that we started recently. I find this arrangement interesting because we’ll be dividing our time between these monumental Chinese and French novels interspersed with other books about science or history. This doesn’t take into account what we read at home.

Anyway, without further adieu, here’s that list covering early 2012 to October 2021:

Jin Ping Mei – English title: The Plum in the Golden Vase Pt. 1 – Read between 2012 to 2015

The River of Doubt by Candice Millart – Unknown to April 2012

Victorian London by  – Unknown to October 2012

Reality is Broken by Jane McGonigal- October 2012 to November 2012

Makers: The New Industrial Revolution by Chris Anderson – November 2012 to January 2013

The Swerve: How the World Became Modern by Stephen Greenblatt – January 2013 to April 2013

The Vikings: A History by Robert Ferguson – May 2013 to August 2013

How the Scots Invented the Modern World by Arthur Herman – August 2013 to Feb 2014

The Dirt on Clean by Katherine Ashenburg – Unknown to August 2014

The Adventure of English by Melvyn Bragg – September 2014 to November 2014

The Age of American Unreason by Susan Jacoby – February 2014 to March 2014

Humboldt by Gerard Helferich – April 2014 to May 2014

Horseshoe Crabs and Velvet Worms by Richard Fortey – May 2014 to July 2014

The Thirty Years War by Peter H. Wilson – July 2014 to December 2014

Masters of the Planet: The Search for Our Human Origins by Ian Tattersall – January 2015 to March 2015

Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco – March 2015 to April 2015

Jin Ping Mei – English title: The Plum in the Golden Vase Pt. 2 – 2015 to 2017

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov – April 2015 to May 2015

Neanderthal Man: In Search of Lost Genomes by Svante Pääbo – May 2015 to June 2015

Life: A Natural History of the First Four Billion Years of Life on Earth by Richard Fortey – June 2015 to August 2015

Lone Survivors: How We Came to Be the Only Humans on Earth by Chris Stringer – July 2015 to September 2015

The Social Conquest of Earth by E.O. Wilson – September 2015 to October 2015

East of Eden by John Steinbeck – October 2015 to November 2015

The Hittites: The Story of a Forgotten Empire by A.H. Sayce – December 2015 to Unknown

The Root of Wild Madder by Brian Murphy – Unknown to July 2016

Germania: In Wayward Pursuit of the Germans and Their History by Simon Winder –  August 2017 to October 2017

Jin Ping Mei – English title: The Plum in the Golden Vase Pt. 3 – December 2017 to August 2019

Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari – January 2018 to February 2018

The Silk Roads: A New History of the World by Peter Frankopan – February 2018 to May 2018

The Rise of Yeast: How the Sugar Fungus Shaped Civilization by Nicholas P. Money – June 2018 to July 2018

The Habsburg Empire: A New History by Pieter M. Judson – July 2018 to October 2018

Don’t Sleep, There Are Snakes by Daniel Everett – November 2018 to November 2018

Handywoman: A Creative Life, Post-stroke by Kate Davies – November 2018 to November 2018

Rising Out of Hatred by Eli Saslow – December 2018 to December 2018

A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century by Barbara Tuchman – December 2018 to August 2019

Kabloona by Gontran de Poncin – January 2019 – February 2019

The Undoing Project: A Friendship That Changed Our Minds by Michael Lewis – June 2019 to July 2019

Barons of the Sea by Steven Ujifusa – August 2019 to October 2019

Jin Ping Mei – English title: The Plum in the Golden Vase Pt. 4 – September 2019 to October 2021

Art Sex Music by Cosey Fanni Tutti – October 2019 to December 2019

Balkan Ghosts: A Journey Through History by Robert D. Kaplan – January 2020 to February 2020

The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann – February 2020 to August 2020

SPQR: A History of Ancient Rome by Mary Beard – August 2020 to January 2021

The Greedy Queen: Eating with Victoria by Annie Gray – January 2021 to April 2021

Tales from the Ant World by E.O. Wilson – April 2021 to April 2021

The Triumph of Seeds by Thor Hanson – April 2021 to July 2021

Other Minds: The Octopus, the Sea, and the Deep Origins of Consciousness by Peter Godfrey Smith – July 2021 to August 2021

In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust – September 2021 to (currently reading)

Jin Ping Mei – English title: The Plum in the Golden Vase Pt. 5 – October 2021 to (currently reading)*

*Edit: Part 5 of The Plum In The Golden Vase pulled us in hard, and its 420 pages were zipped through in just a few weeks. We closed out this incredible journey on November 5, 2021.

Scottish Farmer Ruins Our Adventure

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Caroline and John Wise with William Mather in Flagstaff Arizona

On this beautiful Saturday, we were tricked into bringing this Scotsman to Flagstaff, Arizona, after he flew in via Canada from his farm in Scotland. We don’t normally offer Uber services, but this guy convinced us via email that he was a descendent of William Wallace and had recently come into his inheritance. He was inviting us to raft the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon at his expense if we’d take him up north. We took the scenic road from Phoenix via Payson which I originally thought was so we could dip into one of his bottles of whiskey while underway, but apparently, he was nervous about an encounter with US Immigration and Customs Enforcement which makes sense now that I think about it, as Europeans are not allowed in America yet due to the pandemic. When I asked about that, he said that Post Brexit he was no longer part of that filthy horde of barbarians and so was allowed to be on our shores. By that time I was just drunk enough to believe him. Pulling into Flagstaff, we stopped at a local Haggis Shop where he was going to grab a couple of haggises and a pack of oatcakes, one haggis for this evening and one while we are out rafting the Colorado. Well, this was the last we saw of this crafty Scots outlaw as he must have left through a back door. Without hotel reservations and proof that we were booked for a Grand Canyon adventure, all we could do was head back to Phoenix looking like the rubes we are.

The truth is far more mundane as Flagstaff doesn’t even have a Haggis Shop nor did we drink a bottle of whiskey while on the road. This is our friend Willy whom we met years ago on a different rafting trip and we were simply bringing him to Flagstaff for his own adventure rafting through the canyon, without haggis and without us. We did enjoy our scenic drive through the largest stand of Ponderosa pines in the world and all the conversations that entailed.

Stupidity Top To Bottom

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Prince William

Either we humans are stupid from top to bottom, or I’m gaslighting myself by believing what I interpret from the things I read, hear, and see. Just this morning, I’m reading from (potential future billionaire) Prince William that Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, and Richard Branson should focus their wealth not on inhabiting space but set to work trying to fix our planetary problems. To be fair, it’s not only U.K. royalty that I’ve read this from, but by now, I’m starting to feel abused by this line of thinking. Since when is wealth supposed to take a leadership position in situations that must be directed by political means?

This followed in the footsteps of a server where I took breakfast telling me that Biden in the White House correlates with the current rise in prices and, therefore, must be a causation factor. While maybe I made it clear enough to them that this was a global issue, not an isolated one, where supply chains and manufacturing that were put on hold due to the pandemic are all coming back to life just as pent-up demand is surging while the fear of pandemic resurgence is tempering confidence. But this line of thinking requires thought and solid backing information that delves into complexity while missing a political narrative that serves particular constituencies; so, would the person consider my points or gravitate towards the simple explanation?

The anti-vaxxer crowd would have everyone believe that they’ve found the unicorn of truth living right here in the United States. Laypeople masquerading as experts in the medical sciences claim special knowledge of a vast conspiracy to trick professionals in 194 other countries to go along with some nefarious plot to take control of the planet, using COVID  to reach their goals because controlling production, distribution, currency, resources, global travel is not enough for the powerful cabal of overlords who must also control what vaccines we’re forced to take.