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A New York Times Notable Book
A Washington Post, Los Angeles times, and San Jose Mercury News Best Book of the Year

Ha Jin’s seismically powerful new novel is at once an unblinking look into the bell jar of communist Chinese society and a portrait of the eternal compromises and deceptions of the human state. When the venerable professor Yang, a teacher of literature at a provincial university, has a stroke, his student Jian Wan is assigned to care for him. Since the dutiful Jian plans to marry his mentor’s beautiful, icy daughter, the job requires delicacy. Just how much delicacy becomes clear when Yang begins to rave.

Are these just the outpourings of a broken mind, or is Yang speaking the truth—about his family, his colleagues, and his life’s work? And will bearing witness to the truth end up breaking poor Jian’s heart? Combining warmth and intimacy with an unsparing social vision, The Crazed is Ha Jin’s most enthralling book to date.


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Everybody was surprised when Professor Yang suffered a stroke in the spring of 1989. He had always been in good
health, and his colleagues used to envy his energy and productiveness--he had published more than any of them and had
been a mainstay of the Literature Department, directing its M.A. program, editing a biannual journal, and teaching a full
load. Now even the undergraduates were talking about his collapse, and some of them would have gone to the hospital if
Secretary Peng had not announced that Mr. Yang, under intensive care, was in no condition to see visitors.

His stroke unsettled me, because I was engaged to his daughter, Meimei, and under his guidance I had been studying for
the Ph.D. entrance exams for the classical literature program at Beijing University. I hoped to enroll there so that I could
join my fianceé in the capital, where we planned to build our nest. Mr. Yang's hospitalization disrupted my work, and for
a whole week I hadn't sat down to my books, having to go see him every day. I was anxious--without thorough
preparation I couldn't possibly do well in the exams.

Just now, Ying Peng, the Party secretary of our department, had called me to her office. On her desk an electric fan was
whirring back and forth to blow out the odor of dichlorvos sprayed in the room to kill fleas. Her gray bangs were
fluttering as she described to me my job, which was to attend my teacher in the afternoons from now on. Besides me, my
fellow graduate student Banping Fang would look after Mr. Yang too; he was to take care of the mornings.

"Well, Jian Wan," Ying Peng said to me with a tight smile, "you're the only family Professor Yang has here. It's time for
you to help him. The hospital can't provide him with nursing care during the day, so we have to send some people there."
She lifted her tall teacup and took a gulp. Like a man, she drank black tea and smoked cheap cigarettes.

"Do you think he'll stay in the hospital for long?" I asked her.

"I've no idea."

"How long should I look after him?"

"Till we find somebody to replace you."

By "somebody" she meant a person the department might hire as a nurse's aide. Although annoyed by the way she
assigned me the job, I said nothing. To some extent I was glad for the assignment, without which I would in any case go
to the hospital every day.

After lunch, when my two roommates, Mantao and Huran, were napping, I went to the bicycle shed located between two
long dormitory houses. Unlike the female students, who had recently all moved into the new dorm building inside the
university, most of the male students still lived in the one-story houses near the front entrance to the campus. I pulled out
my Phoenix bicycle and set off for Central Hospital.

The hospital was in downtown Shanning, and it took me more than twenty minutes to get there. Though it wasn't
summer yet, the air was sweltering, filled with the smell of burning fat and stewed radish. On the balconies of the
apartment buildings along the street, lines of laundry were flapping languidly--sheets, blouses, pajamas, towels, tank tops,
sweat suits. As I passed by a construction site, a loudspeaker mounted on a telephone pole was broadcasting a soccer
game; the commentator sounded sleepy despite the intermittent surges of shouts from the fans. All the workers at the site
were resting inside the building caged by bamboo scaffolding. The skeletonlike cranes and the drumlike mixers were
motionless. Three shovels stood on a huge pile of sand, beyond which a large yellow board displayed the giant words in
red paint: AIM HIGH, GO ALL OUT. I felt the back of my shirt dampen with sweat.

Mrs. Yang had gone to Tibet on a veterinary team for a year. Our department had written to her about her husband's
stroke, but she wouldn't be able to come home immediately. Tibet was too far away. She'd have to switch buses and
trains constantly--it would take her more than a week to return. In my letter to my fianceé, Meimei, who was in Beijing
cramming for the exams for a medical graduate program, I described her father's condition and assured her that I would
take good care of him and that she mustn't be worried too much. I told her not to rush back since there was no magic
cure for a stroke.

To be honest, I felt obligated to attend my teacher. Even without my engagement to his daughter, I'd have done it
willingly, just out of gratitude and respect. For almost two years he had taught me individually, discussing classical
poetry and poetics with me almost every Saturday afternoon, selecting books for me to read, directing my master's thesis,
and correcting my papers for publication. He was the best teacher I'd ever had, knowledgeable about the field of poetics
and devoted to his students. Some of my fellow graduate students felt uncomfortable having him as their adviser. "He's
too demanding," they would say. But I enjoyed working with him. I didn't even mind some of them calling me Mr.
Yang, Jr.; in a way, I was his disciple.

Mr. Yang was sleeping as I stepped into the sickroom. He was shorn of the IV apparatus affixed to him in intensive care.
The room was a makeshift place, quite large for one bed, but dusky and rather damp. Its square window looked south
onto a mountain of anthracite in the backyard of the hospital. Beyond the coal pile, a pair of concrete smokestacks
spewed whitish fumes and a few aspen crowns swayed indolently. The backyard suggested a factory--more exactly, a
power plant; even the air here looked grayish. By contrast, the front yard resembled a garden or a park, planted with
holly bushes, drooping willows, sycamores, and flowers, including roses, azaleas, geraniums, and fringed irises. There
was even an oval pond, built of bricks and rocks, abounding in fantailed goldfish. White-robed doctors and nurses
strolled through the flowers and trees as if they had nothing urgent to do.

Shabby as Mr. Yang's room was, having it was a rare privilege; few patients could have a sickroom solely to themselves.
If my father, who was a carpenter on a tree farm in the Northeast, had a stroke, he would be lucky if they gave him a bed
in a room shared by a dozen people. Actually Mr. Yang had lain unconscious in a place like that for three days before he
was moved here. With infinite pull, Secretary Peng had succeeded in convincing the hospital officials that Mr. Yang was
an eminent scholar (though he wasn't a full professor yet) whom our country planned to protect as a national treasure, so
they ought to give him a private room.

Mr. Yang stirred a little and opened his mouth, which had become flabby since the stroke. He looked a few years older
than the previous month; a network of wrinkles had grown into his face. His gray hair was unkempt and a bit shiny,
revealing his whitish scalp. Eyes shut, he went on licking his upper lip and murmured something I couldn't quite hear.

Sitting on a large wicker chair close to the door, I was about to take out a book from my shoulder bag when Mr. Yang
opened his eyes and looked around vacantly. I followed his gaze and noticed that the wallpaper had almost lost its
original pink. His eyes, cloudy with a web of reddish veins, moved toward the center of the low ceiling, stopped for a
moment at the lightbulb held by a frayed wire, then fell on the stack of Japanese vocabulary cards on my lap.

"Help me sit up, Jian," he said softly.

I went over, lifted his shoulders, and put behind him two pillows stuffed with fluffy cotton so that he could sit
comfortably. "Do you feel better today?" I asked.

"No, I don't." He kept his head low, a tuft of hair standing up on his crown while a muscle in his right cheek twitched.

For a minute or so we sat silently. I wasn't sure if I should talk more; Dr. Wu had told us to keep the patient as peaceful
as possible; more conversation might make him too excited. Although diagnosed as a cerebral thrombosis, his stroke
seemed quite unusual, not accompanied by aphasia--he was still articulate and at times peculiarly voluble.

As I wondered what to do, he raised his head and broke the silence. "What have you been doing these days?" he asked.
His tone indicated that he must have thought we were in his office discussing my work.

I answered, "I've been reviewing a Japanese textbook for the exam and--"

"To hell with that!" he snapped. I was too shocked to say anything more. He went on, "Have you read the Bible by any
chance?" He looked at me expectantly.

"Yes, but not the unabridged Bible." Although puzzled by his question, I explained to him in the way I would report on a
book I had just waded through. "Last year I read a condensed English version called Stories from the Bible, published by
the Press of Foreign Language Education. I wish I could get hold of a genuine Bible, though." In fact, a number of
graduate students in the English program had written to Christian associations in the United States requesting the Bible,
and some American churches had mailed them boxes of books, but so far every copy had been confiscated by China's
customs.

Mr. Yang said, "Then you know the story of Genesis, don't you?"

"Yes, but not the whole book."

"All right, in that case, let me tell you the story in its entirety."

After a pause, he began delivering his self-invented Genesis with the same eloquence he exhibited when delivering
lectures. But unlike in the classroom, where his smiles and gestures often mesmerized the students, here he sat unable to
move a muscle, and his listless head hung so low that his eyes must have seen nothing but the white quilt over his legs.
There was a bubbling sound in his nose, rendering his voice a little wheezy and tremulous. "When God created heaven
and earth, all creatures were made equal. He did not intend to separate man from animals. All the creatures enjoyed not
only the same kind of life but also the same span of life. They were equal in every way."

What kind of Genesis is this? I asked myself. He's all confused, making fiction now.

He spoke again. "Then why does man live longer than most animals? Why does he have a life different from those of the
other creatures? According to Genesis it's because man was greedy and clever and appropriated many years of life from
Monkey and Donkey." He exhaled, his cheeks puffy and his eyes narrowed. A fishtail of wrinkles spread from the end of
his eye toward his temple. He went on, "One day God descended from heaven to inspect the world he had created.
Monkey, Donkey, and Man came out to greet God with gratitude and to show their obedience. God asked them whether
they were satisfied with life on earth. They all replied that they were.

"'Does anyone want something else?' asked God.

"Hesitating for a moment, Monkey stepped forward and said, 'Lord, the earth is the best place where I can live. You have
blessed so many trees with fruit that I need nothing more. But why did you let me live to the age of forty? After I reach
thirty, I will become old and cannot climb up trees to pluck fruit. So I will have to accept whatever the young monkeys
give me, and sometimes I will have to eat the cores and peels they drop to the ground. It hurts me to think I'd have to
feed on their leavings. Lord, I do not want such a long life. Please take ten years off my life span. I'd prefer a shorter but
active existence.' He stepped back, shaking fearfully. He knew it was a sin to be unsatisfied with what God had given
him.

"'Your wish is granted,' God declared without any trace of anger. He then turned to Donkey, who had opened his mouth
several times in silence. God asked him whether he too had something to say.

"Timidly Donkey moved a step forward and said, 'Lord, I have the same problem. Your grace has enriched the land
where so much grass grows that I can choose the most tender to eat. Although Man treats me unequally and forces me to
work for him, I won't complain because you gave him more brains and me more muscles. But a life span of forty years is
too long for me. When I grow old and my legs are no longer sturdy and nimble, I will still have to carry heavy loads for
Man and suffer his lashes. This will be too miserable for me. Please take ten years off my life too. I want a shorter
existence without old age.'

"'Your wish is granted.' God was very generous with them that day and meant to gratify all their requests. Then he turned
to Man, who seemed also to have something to say. God asked, 'You too have a complaint? Tell me, Adam, what is on
your mind.'

"Man was fearful because he had abused the animals and could be punished for that. Nevertheless, he came forward and
began to speak. 'Our Greatest Lord, I always enjoy everything you have created. You endowed me with a brain that
enables me to outsmart the animals, who are all willing to obey and serve me. Contrary to Monkey and Donkey, a life
span of forty years is too short for me. I would love to live longer. I want to spend more time with my wife, Eve, and
my children. Even if I grow old with stiff limbs, I can still use my brain to manage my affairs. I can issue orders, teach
lessons, deliver lectures, and write books. Please give their twenty years to me.' Man bowed his head as he remembered
that it was a sin to assume his superiority over the animals.

"To Man's amazement, God did not reprimand him and instead replied, 'Your wish is also granted. Since you enjoy my
creation so much, I'll give you an additional ten years. Now, altogether you will have seventy years for your life. Spend
your ripe old age happily with your grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Use your brain wisely.'"

Mr. Yang paused, looking pale and exhausted, sweat glistening on his nose and a vein in his neck pulsating. Then he said
dolefully, "Donkey, Monkey, and Man were all satisfied that day. From then on, human beings can live to the age of
seventy whereas monkeys and donkeys can live only thirty years."
Ha Jin

About Ha Jin

Ha Jin - The Crazed

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HA JIN's previous books include the internationally best-selling Waiting, which won the National Book Award; War Trash, which won the PEN/Faulkner Award; the story collections Under the Red Flag, which won the Flannery O’Connor Award for Short Fiction, and Ocean of Words, which won the PEN/Hemingway Award; and three books of poetry. In 2014 he was elected to the American Academy of Arts and Letters.

Ha Jin is represented by Random House Speakers Bureau (www.rhspeakers.com).

Praise

Praise

“Ha Jin takes the lead of ordinary life and turns it into gold. . . . Haunting . . . wrenching. . . . A work that deserves to be immortal.” —The Washington Post

“Ha Jin’s empathy for his characters is matched by his unwillingness to give them a break. Reading him is almost like falling in love: you experience anxiety, profound self-consciousness, and an uncomfortable sensitivity to the world—and somehow it’s a pleasure. . . . Like the best realist writers, Ha Jin sneaks emotional power into the plainest declarative sentences.” —The New Yorker

“A work of enormous intelligence. Piercing, critical, but leavened by Jin’s understated prose, The Crazed is a substantial addition to the corpus of a great author.” —San Francisco Chronicle

“A work of literature, in the highest tradition of Anton Chekhov or Yasunari Kawabata, suffused with an aching purity.” —Houston Chronicle
Reader's Guide|About the Book|Author Biography|Discussion Questions|Suggestions

About the Book

A New York Times Notable Book
A Washington Post and Los Angeles Times Best Book of the Year

“Haunting . . . wrenching. . . . A work that deserves to be immortal.” —The Washington Post

The introduction, discussion questions, suggested reading list, and author biography that follow are designed to enhance your group’s reading of Ha Jin’s The Crazed.

About the Guide

In this luminous new novel, the author of the National Book Award-winning Waiting deepens his portrait of Chinese society while exploring the perennial conflicts between convention and individualism, integrity and pragmatism, loyalty and betrayal. Professor Yang, a respected teacher of literature at a provincial university, has suffered a stroke, and his student Jian Wan—engaged to Yang’s daughter—has been assigned to care for him. What initially seems a simple, if burdensome, duty becomes more problematic when the professor begins to rave: pleading with invisible tormentors, denouncing his family, his colleagues, and a system in which a scholar is “just a piece of meat on a chopping board” [p. 221]. Determined to understand these ravings, Jian delves into Yang’s past. As Yang’s story unfolds, it exposes political, artistic, and humanistic concerns of the heart and mind.

About the Author

Ha Jin left his native China in 1985 to attend Brandeis University. He is the author of three books of poetry; three collections of short stories, Under the Red Flag, which won the Flannery O’Connor Award for Short Fiction, Ocean of Words, which won the PEN/Hemingway Award, and The Bridegroom; and two novels, In the Pond and Waiting, which won both the National Book Award and the PEN/Faulkner Award. A professor of English at Boston University, Ha Jin lives in the Boston area.

Discussion Guides

1. Early on in The Crazed, Weiya chides the narrator, “You’re a bit too emotional, perhaps because you’re not experienced in life yet” [p. 119]. Do you agree with her? Why did Ha Jin choose Jian as the narrator? What are Jian’s strengths and weaknesses as a character and a narrator? How does his lack of objectivity affect your reading? Is his version of the events throughout the course of the novel believable? How does the narrator’s sense of self evolve? Is this ultimately a coming-of-age novel?

2. What American notions of China and its particular form of communism are confirmed or challenged in this novel? What do you think Ha Jin is saying about Chinese communism and its effect on the individual and society?

3. What determines/undermines romantic attachments in this novel? Are there any fulfilled and satisfied love relationships in this novel? How do the relationships compare or contrast to those in Waiting, if you’ve read Ha Jin’s earlier novel? What is Ha Jin saying about love, romantic or otherwise?

4. Professor Yang’s students dislike studying political science, but he defends it as crucial and invaluable, “Human beings have always lived in some kind of political environment” [p. 199]. Later he pontificates that, “It’s personal interests that motivate the individual and therefore generate the dynamics of history” [p. 320]. What do you think of these two statements? Do you agree with Professor Yang?

5. “What’s the good of poetry? It just gets your hopes up” [p. 136]. According to Professor Yang, what is the fundamental difference between Western and Chinese poetry? What is the significance of the Tu Fu poem, “Song of My Straw Hut Shattered by the Autumn Wind” [p. 132], that Yang quotes as his own ?

6. Ha Jin gives us minute details of everyday life in Shanning town—the sight of billboards promoting “Aim High, Go All Out” and of laundry on balconies flapping in the wind, the taste of simmering tofu and pomegranate tea, and the smell of stewed radishes. Why all these details? Is this Ha Jin’s narrative style or is he detailing ordinary life in China for his Western audience?

7. The natural landscape is absent from The Crazed until Jian leaves Shanning for the countryside. How do the descriptions of the countryside and its inhabitants compare to views in famous Chinese movies such as Yellow Earth and Ju Dou, if you’ve seen any of these? What are the symbolic differences between the town and the countryside, and later the capital, Beijing? What is the importance of each place and its role in the context of the entire novel?

8. What is the significance of Chinese custom officials confiscating the Bible? And of the Genesis story retold by Professor Yang? Why does Ha Jin introduce this in the beginning of the novel?

9. Animal imagery permeates the first half of the book. What do the animals signify? Why do most of the characters resemble animals? Professor Yang is likened to a piglet, a fish, a harnessed horse, and a rabbit; Yang’s wife to a praying mantis; the nurse to a chicken; the crazy cafeteria man to an owl. Is this connected somehow to the Genesis story?

10. What does Jian learn from traveling to and around Beijing, and from experiencing the historical events of Tiananmen Square in June 1989? How does it affect his life, and the story?

11. What do you think of Professor Yang’s ranting and raving? Do you think he is talking to Jian in particular or to anyone who will listen? Is this a manifestation of his illness or is Yang yelling out the truth from his sickbed?

12. In what ways is this novel about power relationships—between teacher and student, ordinary students and Party member students, teacher and department head, older students and younger students, boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, the individual and the bureaucratic system? In what ways does the Communist Party bureaucracy affect the various relationships in the novel? How do these relationships change over the course of the spring, as the professor lays dying? Does any one group or individual emerge victorious over another? Are there any betrayals in the novel? Who betrays whom?

13. Who or what is the crazed? What does the title refer to? What does it imply?

Suggested Readings

Dai Sijie, Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress; Gao Xingjian, Soul Mountain; Ha Jin, The Bridegroom and Waiting; Sam Hamill (Translator), Crossing the Yellow River: Three Hundred Poems from the Chinese; Hong Ying, Daughter of the River; Bette Bao Lord, Legacies: A Chinese Mosaic; Ma Jian, Red Dust; Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance.

  • The Crazed by Ha Jin
  • January 06, 2004
  • Fiction - Literary
  • Vintage
  • $13.95
  • 9780375714115

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