Book Read Free

Don't Cry Tai Lake

Page 27

by Qiu Xiaolong


  In her letter, Shanshan was right about one thing. Chief Inspector Chen was in a position to do something, but probably not if he was by her side, not if he was engaged in something beyond his experience or expertise.

  Huang poked his head out of the store for a couple of seconds.

  “One more minute,” he shouted to the van driver before he disappeared from the scene again, perhaps disinclined to break the two lovers apart that soon.

  Chen thought about waiting around until the end of their meeting, but he was changing his mind. After all, what could he say after their meeting?

  For that matter, what could she say, while still gazing after the police van receding into the dust?

  He had no clue. It was too much for him to think about at the moment.

  His Wuxi vacation had started abruptly, and in the same manner, it ended. Forgetting I’m away from home, / in a dream, I was carried away / in a moment of pleasure.

  He was attempting to put the vacation behind him, recalling some lines he’d read long ago, anxious to use the ancient fragments to shore himself up against the present waste and to let the curtain fall over his conflicting impulses of struggle and flight.

  Nothing can avert the final curtain’s fall. A line from another poem came to him. It sounded like a far-off echo. He wondered if it could yield a clue, or a cue, to the acts being schemed around him.

  Then he remembered. It was from a Russian poem about Hamlet standing alone on the stage, praying that he might be released from the cast: To play the role to the end is not a childish task.

  The drama for the others would go on, of course.

  Fu would be punished, and so would Mi, for what they had respectively done.

  Mrs. Liu would continue playing mahjong, and Wenliang, studying Beijing opera with the money left to them by Liu.

  But what about the lake—the polluted lake?

  Whoever succeeded Liu and Fu would manage and manufacture as before—in order to keep the business competitive, profitable, and his position secure, all at the expense of the environment. The Wuxi Number One Chemical Company wouldn’t be the only one doing this. Many other companies around the lake, and all over the country, would be doing the same.

  The government officials at various levels, well aware of the disastrous consequences, must have acquiesced to all of this in the best interests of the Party.

  As a member of the Party, and as an emerging cadre, Chief Inspector Chen could make a number of convenient points in his own defense, but for the moment, he had to quit this scene.

  Chen took one step out from his cover, trying to gain another look at Shanshan, who was looking at Jiang in the police van, when he was reminded of the ending of a movie he had seen years earlier.

  Toward the end, the lonely protagonist found himself, though successful in his efforts made for a just cause, letting go of his personal desire, watching his love leave with another man.

  But Chief Inspector Chen wasn’t the man in the movie. Not even close. He hadn’t exactly succeeded at any of it, he concluded broodingly, before heading off in the direction of the train station.

  He wondered whether he would be able to take a nap on the train, feeling the onslaught of a splitting headache.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  IN 1988, I FINISHED a Chinese poem, “Don’t Cry, Jade River,” as the title piece of a collection that was to come out the following year. In 1989, I reviewed the galley in the United States, but what happened in Beijing that tragic summer made the publication in China impossible, including an introduction written by my friend Xu Guoliang, to whom I want to express my thanks and apologies again. The galley, after twenty years, finally made its way into the English poem in Don’t Cry, Tai Lake, except for the former being fictional, and the latter, real and far more disastrous.

  As always, I want to thank my editor, Keith Kahla, for his extraordinary work, and I also want to thank my copy editor, Margit Longbrake, who gave birth to her daughter, Jane Ray Longbrake McKeown, just upon starting her copyediting work, which she completed beautifully in yuezi (the first month of motherhood).

  ALSO BY QIU XIAOLONG

  FICTION

  Death of a Red Heroine

  A Loyal Character Dancer

  When Red is Black

  A Case of Two Cities

  Red Mandarin Dress

  The Mao Case

  Years of Red Dust

  POETRY TRANSLATION

  Evoking Tang: An Anthology of Classical Chinese Poetry

  100 Poems from Tang and Song Dynasties

  Treasury of Chinese Love Poems

  POETRY

  Lines Around China

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Qiu Xiaolong is a poet and author of several previous novels featuring Inspector Chen, as well as Years of Red Dust, one of Publishers Weekly’s Best Books of 2010. Born and raised in Shanghai, he lives with his family in St. Louis, Missouri.

  Visit the author’s Web site at QiuXiaolong.com.

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  DON’T CRY, TAI LAKE. Copyright © 2012 by Qiu Xiaolong. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

  www.minotaurbooks.com

  Cover design and photo-illustration by David Baldeosingh Rotstein

  The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows:

  Qiu, Xiaolong, 1953–

  Don’t cry, Tai Lake: an Inspector Chen novel / Qiu Xiaolong.—1st ed.

  p. cm.

  ISBN 978-0-312-55064-6 (hardcover)

  ISBN 978-1-4299-7354-0 (e-book)

  1. Chen, Inspector (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Police—China—Shanghai—Fiction. 3. Shanghai (China)—Fiction. I. Title.

  PS3553.H537D66 2012

  813'.6—dc23

  2012005486

  eISBN 9781429973540

  First Edition: May 2012

 

 

 


‹ Prev