BookBrowse Reviews Beijing Coma by Ma Jian

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Novel. A powerful act of defiance and a work of art, against tyranny and death.

How can a novel about the massacre of hundreds of people narrated by a man in a coma be beautiful, even life-affirming? Let me not mislead you; this is a painful novel, filled with brutality and horror. It would be impossible to read, were it not for the protagonist's voice, filled with the light of vivid memories and the sweet ache of youth. Beijing Coma is 600 pages of fiction based on facts too awful to bear, but the way Ma Jian tells the story makes the novel hard to put down, even when it's painful to read.

Comatose and dead to the world for ten years, Dai Wei has become little else than a collection of memories. Trapped in the prison of his body, he dives into the past and tries to make sense of his claustrophobic present. In the first part of the book he focuses alternately on his father's persecution during the Cultural Revolution and his own first loves, setting up a beautiful dialectic that remains throughout the rest of the book. As the novel progresses into a moment-by-moment account of the events in Tiananmen Square, Wei's infatuation with the three women (girls, really) whom he fell in love with and lost is at the heart of all of his memories. His focus is unwavering and his recall impeccable, the details crystalline, physical, and unexpected. Even as he shouts through a megaphone to thousands of hunger strikers in the square, he's remembering Lulu, A-Mei, and Tian Yi; he's capturing the color of light through a bead on one's necklace, of the way another holds a pen, of the pumpkin seed caught in another's teeth.

Glimpses of the events in Tiananmen Square begin to increase in frequency until they take over, slipping the reader into a minutely detailed recounting of the six weeks Wei and his fellow university students spent in protest. These kids are less hard-core revolutionaries expecting to die than young, naive, impassioned hopefuls wrapped up in something that becomes much bigger than they could have ever imagined, much more terrifying than they'd ever feared. Just a week before they were struggling to finish their theses, get laid, make travel plans for the summer -- but they're also students who stayed up through the night to finish a forbidden copy of Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams, who wore out a smuggled recording of a Beethoven concerto in just a week. Like most 20-year-olds, their emotions are bursting at the seams and their passions ride high as they face struggles both real and unimaginable. As protesters, they're disorganized, their collective voice scattered and divided, their aims unclear, and the in-fighting and power struggles among them threaten to destroy their movement at every turn. As Wei remembers through the distance of years he asks, "What was wrong with our generation? When the guns were pointing at our heads, we were still wasting time squabbling among ourselves. We were courageous but inexperienced, and had little understanding of Chinese history".

Wei's focus is physical, filled with scent memories, vivid details of the body, and intimate remembrances that become engrossing and addictive, and help create the light that illuminates this dark history. As awful history continues to be made around him, he reveals the mind of a tender, careful observer, and a sharp analyst of Chinese oppression. As author Ma Jian remarks, "The act of remembering gives life its meaning. It is an act of defiance against tyranny and death."

Imagine a lone copy of the beautifully jacketed Beijing Coma - now banned in Ma Jian's home country - laying in the middle of the 100 acres that make up Tiananmen Square: A fitting monument, a powerful act of defiance and a work of art, against tyranny and death.

This review was originally published in The BookBrowse Review in July 2008, and has been updated for the June 2009 edition. Click here to go to this issue.

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