Bridge of Birds: A Novel of an Ancient China That Never Was
BARRY HUGHART
Del Rey, 1985
Reviewed by Carol
Recommended for fans of The Princess Bride, The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
“Nothing on the face of this earth–and I
do mean nothing–is half so dangerous as a children’s story that happens
to be real, and you and I are wandering blindfolded through a myth
devised by a maniac.”
Bridge of Birds opens on a pastoral setting, a remote unicorn-shaped
village in the peaceful valley of Cho in ancient China. Narrated by Yu
Lu, also known as Number Ten Ox (the tenth of his father’s sons and as
strong as an ox), it begins with a promising silk season coming to an
abrupt end. A plague strikes the village’s youth and at the same time
decimates the silk harvest. Number Ten Ox volunteers to run to Peking to
bring a wise man back to the village. Unfortunately, all of the
cosmopolitan wise men laugh at Ox and his mere five thousand copper, all
except a hung-over Master Li.
“Could this
be the great Li Kao… who had been elevated to the highest rank of
mandarin, and whose mighty head was now being used as a pillow for
drunken flies?” After a brief restorative, Master Li takes pity
on Ox’s plight and determines they need to make haste back to the
village. Poor Number Ten Ox. He has never met the likes of Master Li,
former first place scholar among all the scholars in China (a mere
seventy-eight years ago). But he has a slight flaw in his character.
“The abbot paused to consider his
words…’You are a good boy, and I would not like to meet the man who can
surpass you in physical strength, but you know very little about this
wicked world,’ the abbot said slowly. ‘To tell you the truth, I am not
so worried about the damage to your body as I am about the damage to
your soul. You see, you know nothing whatsoever about men like Master
Li… His voice trailed off, and he groped for the proper words. Then he
decided that it would take several years to prepare me properly.”
What follows is along the lines of traditional folk tales and orphan
adventures; the quest to save the children of the village, Ox as the
innocent youth and Li as the wise man/guide–except Master Li’s wisdom
often comes from knowing the wicked ways of human nature and his own
participation in debauchery. He also seems to have read all the great
tales, as his solutions sound suspiciously familiar. One of the first
chapters is how Master Li tricks a rich miser out of enough gold to
finance their trip (and gets Ox a night with the young concubine to
boot). Their third or fourth adventure is an exceptional revenge on a
selfish princess, and another one a bloody mess. Hughart is able to
manage the delicate balance humorous violence requires, perhaps by
invoking our earliest folk tales, such as the one where
Bluebeard keeps bodies in a locked room, or the version of
Little Red where the huntsman hacks open the wolf to free her and grandma. Horrific, but so clearly symbolic, so clearly
not real.
Their adventures take them throughout China, and from one frying pan
to another. There’s ghosts, dungeons, a tricksy duo, an evil duke, a
labyrinth, an enormously rich man, a tower, treasure, fond friends, a
torture chamber, redemption, gods (and there’s even a little kissing).
If it lacks the R.O.U.S., it makes up for it with an invisible hand.
“The supernatural can be very annoying
until one finds the key that transforms it into science,’ he observed
mildly. ‘I’m probably imagining complications that don’t exist. Come on,
Ox, let’s go out and get killed.’”
Writing is lovely and contains a satisfactory balance of description
and action. Gentle humor abounds. There’s a motif where Li and Ox are
certain they are going to die and share hopes of what they will be
reborn as on the Great Wheel. Li prefers the three-toed-sloth, Ox a
cloud. Later, a third company member adds another angle to their bucolic
reincarnation. But Master Li is clearly the cynic of the bunch, and his
comments usually provide comic relief:
“‘Well, it’s an idea, and even a bad
idea is better than none,’ said Master Li. ‘Error can point the way to
truth, while empty-headedness can only lead to more empty-headedness or
to a career in politics.’”
It’s silly, sweet, subversive and really clever. Ox’s youthful
innocence is charming and believable, and while Master Li knows much, he
is clearly puzzling his way through the quest as well. The end was a
lovely synthesis, satisfying both emotionally and in plotting, both
immediate and symbolic.
Barry Hughart clearly has a flaw in his character. The world needs more Master Li.
“‘O great and might Master Li, pray
impart to me the Secret of Wisdom!’ he bawled… To my great credit I
never batted an eyelash. ‘Take a large bowl,’ I said. ‘Fill it with
equal measure of fact, fantasy, history, mythology, science,
superstition, logic, and lunacy. Darken the mixture with bitter tears,
brighten it with howls of laughter, toss in three thousand years of
civilization, bellow kan pei–which means ‘dry cup’–and drink to
the dregs.’ Procopius stared at me. ‘And I will be wise,’ he asked.
‘Better,’ I said. ‘You will be Chinese.’”
