#Han Suyin

[nachtsfarben]

coffee and reading;

#thesis #china literature #literature #coffee #dark academia #autumn #light academia #books #rome #witchy #han suyn #han suyin #the crippled tree

[paandaan]

She did not answer, there was only her faint breath, held in long pauses. Soon I was asleep. Perhaps I have the excuse that I did not understand, did not know. To understand one must undergo, and I was not imaginative enough, the capacity to love had been wrung out of me quite early, as it is out of many of us. I slept, and when I woke up next morning I remember I felt pleased and excited, and more cheerful than I had felt for a long time.

Now I can scarcely bear to write this down: boomeranging comes the suffering I did not feel then, alive as it never was. I hope that Mara in time forgot, did not feel this as I do now. I hope she has forgiven me; that in the telling which hurt her she was eased, and did not keep this pain inside her, like a child to be born, through the years as I do.

Some of us are brought up to disfigure love into obscenity. Many of us are twisted to ugliness in thought and deed because we have been made afraid. We do not trust to tenderness any more, and without tenderness towards the other human being little is left but a sad and vicious performance of emotions or contact. Karl, like many others, only knew love, or what he called love, as a domination, an imposition of will, preferably if the imposition was of something slightly tainted and repulsive, like the aroma of high game to bolster appetite. To engender unwillingness, and crush it, and thus enhance authority, that is how we slake our stifled hates. Karl too did this, not because he was evil, but because as with so many of us sex was to him the way out of his weakness; a villainy to be perpetrated like murder, but unlike murder to be got away with unpunished.

Winter Love, Han Suyin

#winter love #han suyin #tune.txt #readings.archive

[theloverspeaks]

winter love (pub. 1962) han suyin

#han suyin #queer literature #wlw literature #english literature #oof #buenos dias #the lover speaks

[autumncottageattic]

Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing 1955

The film was adapted from the 1952 autobiographical novel A Many-Splendoured Thing by Han Suyin.

#Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing 1955 #love is a many-splendored thing #vintage hollywood #old hollywood #classic hollywood #golden hollywood #hollywood golden age #old movies #vintage movies #drama film #dramatic love story #book adaptation #Han Suyin #William Holden #Jennifer Jones #Isobel Elsom

[hurricanewindattack]

psst, hey! does anyone have epub/mobi files for han suyin's books? I want to read A Many-Splendoured Thing, but also Mao's biography A Morning Deluge.

#life is tough for pdf haters #books #epub #han suyin

[lesewut]

"The many splendoured Thing" by Han Suyin, is an autobiographical work about the tragic relationship of love between the half-Chinese Suyin and the American war-correspondent Mark Elliott, in the background of the Korea-War in 1948/49. Originally published 1952, this German edition is from 1953.

The world seems to change fast, but this impression was as well shared decades and centuries before. A possible way to understand the present world a little bit, can be tracked back in the past (but be careful with historical researches !!). When it comes to China and its global means, it is very important to shed light on the mentality of the folk, that is, in my opinion, wrongly accused by popular media though to ignorance and superiority... The lack of individuality would be an example of accusation, but it is often unmentioned, that the Chinese folk had to learn terms like group cohesion that is strenghtening the cooperation for an higher aspiration, like the aim of becoming a World Power again.

In the novel of Han Suyin, the love Story between an Eurasian Woman and an American war-correspondent appeals to be in the foreground, but we can also see this as a strategy of the followed narrative of demonstrating the many aspects of Chinese culture that lead to the diligent and relentless effort, where created under huge pressure (British Colony) and established a viability, that is the secret of the general mental resilience and economic recovery. Just to make it short...

"What could they expect different, after our preaches, in China? We combined Christ with emanzipation, the social-reform and the building of hospitals. We had the seed for this montrous power, which governs China and will astonish the world. We, the missionaries, and not Marx or the Russian. We, with our missionary-schools and universities and Christian Organisations for Young Men and Women. The Communism came later and occupied the strenght and power, gave them names of forms - because we could not give you anything else. We made the youth get used to form groups. We used to laugh about your introvert tendencies and your disgust against the masses, destroyed it finally. We have made your aestheticising scholars give up their poetry and teached them using feather and language, instead for individual joy, as a benefit for millions (...)"

Han Suyin is emphasizing multiple times, that the sense of community aroused by the missionary work and the Chinese folk was traditionally a folk of individuals, in which each of them were able to survive through to self-sufficiency. Throughout the novel the cultural gap can not be bridged, even the love appears to be too shallow, Han Suyin has some very radical and rigorous thoughts on patriotism and her sharp rhetoric, when it comes to protect what she considers as valuable.

The novel can be considered as a work with perennial motifs, Suyin pursues with her publications to potray her fatherland (her mother is Flemish; noteable here is the ethnic discrimination in China, we should not underestimate !!! ) in critical view with European post-colonial legacy. In Suyin's novels political and cultural conflicts between "East and West" are not only potrayed, but are key functions of her depiction.

"O Heaven!, I whispered. "Have mercy with me" Finally I knew, what love is in its eternity: That God has chosen us, with this death-likely passion, so we can give each other the life. The life, that never ends. Like in the fairy-tales, where they still live happily together, where they are still joyfull, when they aren't past away yet, because the Normal was the Unreal and the Vanity (...) A little while I cried, full of sorrow, that the Normal was not meant for us, that the ease and comfort between man and woman, the steady calming of humane warmth against the humane loneliness, was not meant for us."

Hollywood was not afraid to film "A Many Splendoured Thing" in 1955 as a kitschy love movie (typical serving manner for the audience :') ..), which she never saw and distanced herself from it. Suyins ambition was it to "to make a new Asian literature, not teach Dickens." The Chinese Communist Party honoured Suyin and her work, calling her "the old friend of the Chinese folk", but I can not figure out her present meaning in China.

It was uncommen, but fun to read and partake this journey, I am also always glad, when I can collect poets from all over the world and time, as I have gathered some fragments, I would like to share:

Nah Lan (no information found yet..) Li Po I see the people of this world; They live, then return again to death. Yesterday morn they were still sixteen, Hale and hearty, men of ambition. And now they’re over seventy, Their strength thwarted and their bodies withered. They’re just like blossoms on a spring day: At dawn they bloom, and by night they fall

Li Ho Chu Ask the Lord, how much pain can a soul bear? As much, as the river of spring-time, a flooded river that flows to the East.

#Chinese literature #autobiographical novel #confucianism #understanding China #Chinese culture and heritage #Han Suyin #inter-cultural-love #romantic literature #Chinese poetry #1953 #christ_and_communism #British_Colony #book cover

[luckyknot]

new theme new icon <3 it’s leslie time

#blog title is a book by han suyin #header image is <3 #日记

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

...love from one being to anozair can only be zat two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.

Pepe le Pew 

#Pepe Le Pew #source: han suyin

[placedupon]

I think a lot of people don't realize that when they are reblogging or making posts about how "evil" China is, they are helping to manufacture consent for the US to go to war with China.

many people already have sinophobic beliefs that they didn't have 5-10 years ago, because here in the US (and the west in general) we are constantly inundated with propaganda about how china is aggressing the US and other countries, how they're spying on us, how oppressive the Chinese gov is. Every single western newspaper, news channel, many of our books and movies are sinophobic. And it's not just conservatives that believe this, it is also leftists and liberals.

I notice many so called leftists on this website reblogging the most ridiculously sinophobic posts with no sources. I think they justify it because many of these posts are made by diaspora asians-- but that doesn't actually make individual people reliable or neutral sources. It is well known in the Asian american community that many of us are very conservative, hold anti-communist and anti-Black beliefs because we too are surrounded by white supremacy. Many diaspora Asians in america came here because their families were wealthy or collaborated with Japanese, American or British colonizers. I'm not saying that every asian person who posts negative things about China is like this-- but obviously, this is a very complicated issue, and the "answers" isn't as simple as finding one asian person or asian organization to explain these issues to you. It's unlearning decades of anti-communist and racist propaganda.

Remember, this pattern has happened before. The US has flooded it's people with propaganda about how evil Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan, Yemen, Somalia, and many other countries are. As US americans, it truly doesn't matter your individual purposes-- when you post negative things about China, you are adding to the thousands of sources telling the west that it is ok to hate an entire country. And the consequences for this are incredibly dire-- just talk to Chinese people who remember the civil war, who remember the west pumping opium into our communities and selling bombs to the ROC to kill its own people. Read books like Assata Shakurs auto-biography, Mobo Gao, Han Suyin, and Frantz Fanon. The US wants you to hate China and Chinese people to justify it's own imperialist project.

#sinophobia #china #stop asian hate

[mvneaten]

౨ৎ ₊˚﹒✶ JANUARY 15TH MARKED PRIM’S 26th birthday. to celebrate the milestone, the idol had an industry wide birthday party, choosing to spend her special day beachside at doellette’s very own exclusive OPULENCE RESORT. given the expensive location and expansive guest list, it was compared to a red carpet event rather than a ‘small get together’ — as primrose had labelled it. the all exclusive party had the presence of press, with professional photographers also present to capture pictures of the night, filled with dinner, dancing and music.

the idols in attendance included prim and the rest of social suicide, darling mine’s doe, heyday’s elias and gyujin, soloists kaori and jang-mi ( @sug4rsweet &&. @rosesnthornz), venus’ bliss (@venusvity), lunarix’s navi (@mediadollz), allume’s jamie (@alllume), krush’s kaleina and aeri (@urmykrushhh), rule of rose’s darling and janelle (@bludthirst), merveille’s anais and dove (@story6ook), hashtag’s yoora and yeonhee (@hshtag), starcrush’s sunday and star (@stariified), plastic flowers’ serin (@plasticflwrs), lucid’s suyin (@dr3amluc1d) &&. lucky’s han and hiro (@lvcky0ne).

౨ৎ ₊˚﹒✶ THE LOOKBOOK !

—— the theme for event was white glam, with prim showing up in a pearl skirt and corset she had custom made for the night. guests were to enter via a white carpet, in contrast to red, to further fit the theme. nana’s outfit was a simple white dress with a large jacket and fur boots, along with a fur purse. bae instead opted for something more chic, wearing a white dress with a fur edge that extended towards the back. fans got a first look at the girls’ outfits for the night on prim’s official instagram, where she posted the three of them with the caption ‘🤍🤍’.

౨ৎ ₊˚﹒✶ THE PHOTOBOOK !

—— prim spent most of night taking photos of the event, taking selfies with the others in attendance and just trying to capture every moment of the night. her story, along with the stories of nana and bae, were filled with photos from the night. the most notable post was of nana the the rest of the party together on the white carpet, captioned ‘this night was so special because of all of you <;3’

౨ৎ ₊˚﹒✶ THE EVENT !

—— the night was highlighted by it’s dinner, with a range of courses on offer for those in attendance to enjoy, accompanied by music and dancing. taking place in opulence’s ballroom, the party also had access to the beach behind them, watching the sun set as they all shared cocktails before the official party started. some snuck away to swim, while others instead opted to stay inside and enjoy the ambience. regardless of how guests chose to spend it, it was a fun night for all involved. towards the end, bae gave a toast for the birthday girl, wishing her “a life full of love and laughs.”

౨ৎ ₊˚﹒✶ HAVE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO SHARE ?

if you were in attendance of the party that night, share the experience with the tag #primsbbb !! feel free to share your outfits, photos, and anything interesting that may have happened at the party ! everyone who was there will also receive an exclusive press interview – so keep an eye on your ask boxes !

# 𝓢. ‘ ⠀: development⠀𓈒 #primsbbb #fictional idol community #idol au #kpop au #kpop oc #idol oc #bts addition #fake kpop gg #fake kpop group #idolverse #kpop addition

[eggtrolls]

wikipedia editors have some of the most jarring opinions combined in a single person. like the guy who claims to be the son of Welsh socialist writer Raymond Williams and wrote a novella about the sociopolitical dynamics of Han Suyin's book The Crooked Tree....and then also claims that Tibet has always been a part of China. sir? you good?

#how are you gonna claim to be the direct descendant of the guy who more or less came up with cultural materialism and not support free Tibet #life and times in the Wikipedia pits

[stiltonbasket]

...“A-Han,” Suyin calls, reaching out towards him and grasping a handful of his gown. “A-Han, let’s—”

“No.”

“What...what do you mean, no?”

“I’m going back for them,” he says fiercely, turning on her like a small fury as they scramble to keep their footing. “If Shuaixing takes enough of tang-ge’s spiritual energy, he won’t be able to use Baohu to come back—and then he and Wei-zongzhu will be trapped in the swamp with the whole forest coming down, and they’ll both be crushed or smother to death before we’re allowed to look for them!”

“Yu-qianbei took Suibian with him, remember?” she pleads, not letting go of the back of his robe. “And Wei-zongzhu didn’t use any spiritual energy tonight, just like always—he can bring your uncle back, and he ordered you to come with us!”

But Yu Xihan only bites his lip, and looks back into the pitch-black swamp with his hand clenched on Qiaoren’s pommel. 

“What’s wrong?” Suyin asks, suddenly sure that he knows something she doesn’t. “What is it, Xihan?”...

I - I am UNWELL actually. wtf. These two have my heart in a chokehold.

(Teeny tiny question: Were these two a couple when this scene occurred or did that happen later, when WWX remarks that everyone seemed to have come into the spring of their lives at once?)

Xihan and Suyin are childhood best friends, but they're not a couple at this point! Courtships in the TMAAF universe tend to be fast, so they got together about five years after Wangxian's wedding and got married a year later. ❤️

#asks #yu xihan #zhao suyin #they both knew they liked each other before that but they didn't really talk about it #twelve moons and a fortnight

[paandaan]

The London winter deepened. It was bitterly cold all the time; and dark, the sun never there, round-the-clock glumness, dim to dark and back again. Yet this was my enthralled time, such as I had never had, such as would not recur. O halcyon winter, solstice of my days… a magic ring of hours, rounding itself within the undiscerning dark. I have stepped out of this charmed circle, gone on living, not wanting anything strongly. Should I be asked now what I wanted of life, I would say, ‘Happiness, I suppose,’ then add quickly: ‘But I’m quite happy, you know. A good husband, a child…’ If I were to tell the truth, that their existence, my family’s being in my proximity, remains vague to me as tombstones of strangers in a common cemetery, that only a certain winter exists for me, vivid and clear, surging with life, and that all else is neutral, formless, indifferent, people would think me queer. Only when my mind goes back to that London winter do I feel alive, instead of merely knowing as a fact that I live. In that closed memory do I count my heartbeats by the spirited blood’s surge, there once again I walk with Mara through the evening that is night, holding an electric torch in my hand, the blacked-out glass letting through a faint yellow ring at our feet, and I know what it is to love, to want to die for love. This is still so, and I’m a married woman with a child.

We talked a lot, Mara and I, at first not about us but of books, people, places, ideas… then later of ourselves, more and more. I could talk and talk and talk, and it was like being a child again, comforted, full-fed and never tired. But I don’t remember our words well, in fact I can scarcely recall one thing she said of all the things which at that time seemed so important and vivid. I remember our walking together best, the pacing, the streets, the cold, beneath invisible balloons of a haunted sky, forgetting the winter and the cold. Now it becomes in my day-dreams a walk through sunlit spaces, under windless trees, amid quiet grass. At the time our surroundings would on occasion break into our consciousness: a screech of buses, the rumble of the Underground, the tremor of the stone underfoot; hurrying passers-by, shoulders hunched, pounding with feet eager to run into tea-shops, to catch buses, away from the cold. But we were close held in mutual enchantment, and lingered on in the cold streets, pacing a lovely spring, unheeding, oblivious except by fits and starts of all that went on round us.

Of other winters I remember chiefly the unpleasantness, how ugly and painful to get up, to shiver, to catch overcrowded buses; the Underground smell of feet and breaths and rancid smoke; my hands rough with chilblains, clothes cold and stiff with grime. But about this winter, Mara’s winter, I continue to feel its substance, the wrench of its happiness like a pain, an ecstasy which flares up, despite what we did to each other; even when I was trying to kill it.

Whatever has happened, there is always that magic winter haunting and hurting me with its marvellous echoes. The shortest days of the year, when nothing had begun and nothing had ended, all the roads of life were alive, and time beat round me like a heart.

Winter Love, Han Suyin

#winter love #han suyin #readings.archive #tune.txt

[zemagltd]

Everyday Poetry - "There is nothing stronger in the world than gentleness." Han Suyin

#photography #photographers on tumblr #original photography on tumblr #happiness #quotes #daily calm #nature #art #living

[autumncottageattic]

Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing 1955  

The film was adapted from the 1952 autobiographical novel A Many-Splendoured Thing by Han Suyin.

#Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing 1955 #love is a many-splendored thing #vintage hollywood #old hollywood #classic hollywood #golden hollywood #hollywood golden age #Han Suyin #book adaptation #drama film #dramatic love story #old movies #William Holden #Jennifer Jones

[steviecore]

stories of the prophets

slaughterhouse five

waterlogged

violeta by allende

notes of a crocodile by qui miaojin

when i sing, mountains dance by irene sola

les miserables

a place for us mirza

unaccustomed earth lahiri

the complete persepolis by satrapi

whale myeong-kwan

stillborn nettel

home and the world tagore

four reassures of the sky zhang

woman eating

free food and millionaires

tokyo ever after jean

life for sale by mishima

cursed bunny chung

a clockwork orange

the heart of a dog

hour of the star lispector

the prophet gibran

once there was wolves

wayward hart

sensences

love is an ex country jarrar

dear friend from my life i write to you in your life yiyun li

white tears brown scars

the magical language of others

name of the wind

burial writes

the death of ivan ilyich

the heart invisible furies

the house in the curuleqn sea

i want to die but i want to eat tteokbokki

alone with you in ether

small things like these claire keegan

the wolf den

winter love han suyin

the seven moons of maali almeida

stoner john williams

empire of pain

witch hat atelier

Behold the dreamers

home going

after lives

the poet x

passing nella larsen

notes from undrtgrounf

#tbr pile