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by Tam King-fai


  about his mistakes. He is, moreover, like a king in the kitchen, and the

  few senior servants have all yielded to him without even realizing it,

  perhaps because they all feel that his talents place him well above the

  rank of servant. All you need to do is listen to the way he berates people

  who have dialed the wrong number, and you will see that he was born

  to be a young master.

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  upheaval in our household, and why he is permitted to go scot-free for

  doing what other servants would not dare do. Before Ah Fang came,

  miscellaneous tasks such as repairing the doorbell, grounding the

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  of the toilet all fell to me. These tasks have now been taken over by Ah

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  put aside my writing just when inspiration strikes to respond to a call

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  bothered with matters such as these more than makes up for the losses

  incurred by Ah Fang.

  Ah Fang has special talents and is capable of doing any sort of

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  menial job. When a piece of furniture is broken, he comes up with some

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  making it work again. When he has nothing to do, he tells stories such as

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  unclear who has more fun—the child telling the story or those listening.

  There is one particular thing about him that I especially admire: Ever

  since coming to our home, he has had his eye on my English typewriter.

  In the morning when I am still in bed, he is in my study doing a two-

  hour cleaning job; in fact, he is playing with my typewriter. It is probably

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  When he is cleaning my study, mysterious noises always come from the

  room. One day, for no reason, the typewriter broke down, and I spent

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  the machine, and that afternoon, when I came back from my walk, Ah

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  had to recognize him as a clever and worthy compatriot.

  There are many other things that we cannot do without Ah Fang.

  He can curse on the phone in English, Mandarin, Shanghainese,

  and Anhui and Xiamen dialects. (Any outsider has to be a genius to

  learn Xiamen dialect, and people of mere normal intelligence always

  keep their distance from it.) He learned somewhere to speak English

  beautifully, a phenomenon so odd that it can be attributable only

  to God, the dispenser of intelligence. You only have to teach him

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  say. I suggested he go to night school to study English and offered to

  pay two-thirds of the fee, but he wouldn’t do it. Like all geniuses, he is

  temperamentally ill-disposed to schools.

 
  have his way at my home, but getting him to do anything is a different

  matter altogether. For example, if you ask him to go out to buy a box

  of matches, he will be gone for two hours and come back with a new

  pair of cloth shoes and a grasshopper to give to the children—but

  no matches. Fortunately, he has not lost his innocence and thus does

  not understand the difference between work and play in this world. It

  takes him three hours to clean the bedroom because he spends at least

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  an hour feeding the bird or joking with the new maid in the kitchen.

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  up watching him smash cups and plates, burn knives in the oven (one

  of his ingenious innovations is to dry them there after they have been

  washed), place the dustbin on the table, leave the broom in the clothes

  closet—he does all these things just so that he can go to the garden to

  catch grasshoppers for the children. I don’t have a single complete set

  of teacups anymore. When the time comes for him to prepare breakfast,

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  believes that one should be speedy with one’s work. Preparing breakfast

  used to be the duty of the cook, but now it has somehow become Ah

  Fang’s monopoly, perhaps because he enjoys scrambling eggs, and

  because the cook is a woman. Since Ah Fang looks down on women, she

  has had to bend to his wishes.

  Three weeks ago, we hired another maid to do the laundry, and

  since then, there has been another game in the kitchen. This maid,

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  only twenty-one, and you will remember that Ah Fang is eighteen. As

  a result, the kitchen soon became a stage for fun and games. The work

  slackened all the more, while the sounds of merriment grew louder by

  the day. The time it took to clean a room jumped from two hours to

  three, and Ah Fang even forgot his daily task of polishing my shoes. At

  long last, I was left with no other choice but to issue a serious warning:

  If he did not polish my shoes and leave them outside my bedroom by

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  straight face and did not talk to him at all, determined to reassert some

  discipline at home. After all, as master of the house, I had my respect

  to maintain! That night, I called all the servants together and reiterated

  my warning, and there was fear on everyone’s face, especially the two

  maids responsible for cooking and laundry. Then I went to bed in peace,

  assured that order at home had been restored.

  The next morning, I woke up at six o’clock, and listened quietly to

  what was happening outside my room. At six-twenty, the young laundry

  maid left my shoes outside the door. This is unfair, I thought.

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  I knew she was lying, be
cause Ah Fang’s soul was still wandering

  somewhere in his dreams. But the circumspect manner in which the

  young maid defended Ah Fang made me feel embarrassed, and I felt I

  would rather just give in and forget about restoring order at home. Now,

  no matter how topsy-turvy the kitchen becomes, I no longer have the

  right to interfere.

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  new maid, and the two engaged in thievery on the outside and were

  eventually sent to prison. He was released in June of this year, and I

  have yet to see him.)

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  Buying Birds (1934)

  I like birds and hate dogs. This is by no means due to my personal

  perversity; rather, it is because I am Chinese. This inclination comes

  naturally to me as to all Chinese, because all Chinese like birds.

  However, if you talk to us about some people’s love for dogs, you will

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  anybody could befriend the beast, hugging and patting it. Only once did

  I suddenly come to appreciate this kind of feeling for dogs, and that was

  when I was reading The Story of San Michele by Axel Munthe. In a certain part of the story, Munthe narrates how he challenges a Frenchman to

  a duel for kicking his dog. I was really moved when I came to that part.

  It was really only then that I understood the sentiment, and I almost

  wished that at that instant I had a hunting dog to curl up by my side.

  But I was only momentarily under the mesmerizing sway of Munthe’s

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  Even more unbearable was the interminable narrative on the part of

  the hostess about the dog’s genealogy. I believe I must have seemed a

  heretic on that occasion. Staring at her, I looked around in vain for an

  appropriate thing to say.

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  I did not mean to be rude, but I am afraid I was.

  I understand the British like dogs, but, for that matter, the British

  like everything, including big tomcats. I once debated this with a British

  friend.

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  goad these beasts into chasing down a poor fox. Why don’t you go and

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  I detest those beasts that pretend to be your friend, and come up to you

  and scratch you all over. I like animals that do not cross my path and

  know their place. I’d rather love a donkey.... Love a dog? Sure, I suppose

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  let it sleep in a nice doghouse, but I forbade it to scratch me or show

  me any affection or loyalty. Truly, I would rather have died than walk it

  on the street as many fashionable young women do. One time, I saw a

  maid from northern Jiangsu walking with her unbound feet in a pair of

  high heels. Obviously, she was a servant in some foreigner’s household.

  She had a walking stick in one hand, and was pulling a little hunting

  dog with the other. Now, that was a sight! I wouldn’t want to make such

  a weird spectacle of myself. Let the British go and walk their dogs—the

  two are fated to be together. But not with me! When I go out for a walk,

  I want to be myself.

  But I am here to talk about birds, especially my experience of

  buying birds the day before yesterday. I have a cage of small birds at

  home. I don’t know what they’re called, but they are slightly smaller

  than sparrows, and the males have white spots on their scarlet chests.

  Last winter, for one reason or another, several birds died, and for some

  time I had been thinking of buying a few more to keep the survivors

  company. The Mid-Autumn Festival fell on that day, and everybody at

  home had gone out to a tea party, leaving my youngest daughter and me

  at home. So, I suggested to her that we go to the city to buy birds, and

  she agreed.

  People living in Shanghai know what the bird market at the Temple

  of the City God is like, and there’s no need for me to elaborate. With

  my little girl in my arms, I walked through the streets congested with

  pedestrians. The place was like heaven for animal lovers, because

  there were not only birds, but also frogs, white mice, squirrels, crickets,

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  sparrows, centipedes, iguanas, and all sorts of other strange things.

  Before you make any pronouncements as to whether Chinese people

  love animals or not, you would be well-advised to go take a look at the

  cricket seller squatting on the ground in the middle of the road and all

  the children gathering around him. I walked into a bird store run by

  someone from Shandong and bought three pairs of birds. Since I had

  bought the same kind of bird before, I knew the price, and was able

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  dollars and ten cents.

  The store was on the corner of the street, and there were about

  forty such birds in a cage. After we settled on a price, the man started

  to pick out three pairs for me. The commotion in the cage set off a

  cloud of dust, and I stood back a little. By the time he had picked out

  three birds, there was already a big crowd of people gathered in front of

  the store. Idlers on the street are always like that, and there was really

  nothing unusual about it. After I paid for the
birds and picked up my

  small cage, I became the center of attention and the target of everyone’s

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  like some sort of aristocrat, because to the Chinese masses, I was now

  a proud owner of birds. Something had brought the crowd together,

  some kind of natural, instinctive common joy that released our collective

  wish for a harmonious world and shattered the usual wall of silence

  that exists between strangers. Of course, they had every right to ask me

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  win it before their very eyes.

  I picked up my daughter with one hand and the birdcage with the

  other, and people on the street turned around to look at us. If I were the

  child’s mother, I would have felt sure that they were admiring my child.

  But since I am a man, I knew that they were admiring the birds in the

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  of obsession.

  I walked up to a snack shop. It was still early, just past noon, and

  the upstairs room was empty.

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