{"id":4051,"date":"2022-05-18T11:48:45","date_gmt":"2022-05-18T11:48:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sfshortstories.com\/?p=4051"},"modified":"2022-05-28T11:59:49","modified_gmt":"2022-05-28T11:59:49","slug":"the-possibly-brief-life-of-guang-hansheng-by-liang-qingsan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sfshortstories.com\/?p=4051","title":{"rendered":"The Possibly Brief Life of Guang Hansheng by Liang Qingsan"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

The Possibly Brief Life of Guang Hansheng<\/em><\/strong> by Liang Qingsan,1<\/sup> translated by Andy Dudak (Clarkesworld<\/em> #188, May 2022) gives the narrator\u2019s account of his researches into Xijin Guang Hansheng, the author of Ascent to the Moon: Travel Notes of Guang Hansheng<\/em> (an incomplete Chinese newspaper serial from 1905-1906):<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn\u2019t the content of the fiction that drew me in, but the small, blurry illustrations accompanying it. Ratlike humanoids stood on the cratered surface of the Moon. They were rigging up a crude, concave reflector like a present-day satellite dish, using a crater rim for support.
I knew it was a reflector because in the far corner of the image was the Sun, shining a beam of light onto the Moon, which the dish redirected at Earth. Black smoke rose from the focal point on Earth.
This gave me pause. Someone from the Late Qing knowing the Moon was cratered? Then again, it made sense. Part of the ether fantasy propagated back then was a notion that the fabled substance might fill the Moon\u2019s craters, so that from Earth, the Moon would appear smooth. But my brief doubt caused me to linger on this newspaper, originally no more interesting than the other exhibits. Serialized novel chapters, each with a summarizing couplet, were the main form of fiction in the Late Qing.
This sheet of newspaper featured the ending of the seventeenth chapter of the novel in question.  pp. 70-71<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The rest of the story isn\u2019t much more than an account of the narrator\u2019s obsessive and detailed research (mostly of the library\u2019s microfilms), but his commentary on what he finds paints a interesting picture of China at the turn of the century. As various leads go cold, others turn up and, along the way, we also learn a little more about the narrator (he isn\u2019t an academic, but won\u2019t reveal his social status to the librarians he chats with).
Eventually, the narrator finds what he thinks is Hansheng\u2019s last article (most of the rest of Hangsheng\u2019s work is popular science), and his research ends. He concludes with an observation about the writer (and, perhaps unwittingly in the final part, himself):<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I like to imagine an awkward, cantankerous savant possessed of scientific insight transcending his epoch, but unable to communicate it effectively. Understanding much that others can\u2019t, proud yet distracted, getting no approbation, insignificant, at the end of his rope, nowhere to go, nowhere to vent, and not even knowing himself clearly\u2014and suddenly, death is coming. He has squandered his rare smidgeon of talent, while watching others advance while he stays where he is. Alone. Just like countless literati of the time, and now, and even the future.  pp. 82-83<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I suspect that this will be a Marmite piece\u2014some will be engrossed by the detail of the library detective work, and amused by the narrator\u2019s occasionally mordant observations (\u201cSelf-important people cannot abide silence or anonymity\u201d, \u201cI\u2019d heard the PhD student looking for Reunions<\/em> in the [vast ocean of the] microfilm archive had ended up with detached retinas\u201d), while others will be bored witless. Even those in the former camp (such as myself) may find that, ironic ending or not, it rather fizzles out. Still, an interesting piece if not a totally satisfying one, and I\u2019m glad I read it.
**+ (Average to Good). 5,500 words. Story link<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

1. This was originally published in Chinese in Science Fiction World<\/em>, Supplemental issue, 2016.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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