*** warning: my recountings are of books with quite horrific subject matter. If you have a delicate stomach perhaps don’t read ***
So I’m sure you have many pressing questions for me (WHERE DID YOU GO AGAIN? DID YOU GET BITTEN BY A RADIOACTIVE CATERPILLAR? CAN YOU SPELL YET? WHY DO YOU DISLIKE CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM?) that you probably spending a large portion of your days simply agonizing over.
Also – why on earth did you shill out for a laptop and then … not use it? (Ah, yes. My good life decisions. I make so many of them.)
I’ve been reading, living, and finding out that Mt. Royal isn’t actually where I thought it was. (How can a mole hill mountain move? you ask. I DON’T KNOW EITHER.)
THE OPIUM WARS:
THE ADDICTION OF ONE EMPIRE AND THE CORRUPTION OF ANOTHER
[aka wut teh british empire was pretty rubbish huh]
I‘m not sure how much I knew about the Opium Wars before I cracked open this book. But what I found here was awful – if I get the details right …
- we were buying a heck of a lot of tea from China
- China weren’t buying a lot of things from us
- basically, this was kind of uneconomical and so instead of … doing better market research, for instance, we forced them not to ban our opium from India [The ‘Just Say No’ slogan ran more in the ‘Say Yes Right Now’ direction]
- and destroyed the Summer Palace
- and the British Drug Lords were horrible
- Lots and lots of egos on both sides were involved
- and a horrifying number of people in China were addicted to opium (I believe the book mentions that at one point 90% of the Chinese army were addicted)
- and lots of time was spent in trying to work out how the British officials could bow to the Chinese high ups without actually bowing to them.
- and the Emperor only heard what his advisors thought he’d like to hear. Which wasn’t the best thing when trying to run a war. And led to quite a few bad decisions.
It’s fascinating stuff – the book is well researched and contains excerpts from documents on both sides. It’s also rather depressing and made me take sidelong glances at my cup of tea.
Also, depressing subjects seem to be a common theme in my latest factual reads. Yay.
THE SECRET HISTORY OF ROME’S WARRIOR SLAVES
[aka … that’s just not right]
I wrote an extensive review after finishing this book [Actually, it was a page BUT THE WRITING WAS SMALL] and then I found out that Dan Carlin of Hardcore History had released a podcast on the same sort of subject ‘Painfotainment’ … which I haven’t listened to fully yet – but my point is (YOU HAVE ONE?) that this book affected me and I didn’t like it and I decided that I was quite right in loathing some of the Roman Emperors. Seriously. They were jerks.
My problem with this book didn’t lie in the actual history it was recounting – history, is after all, history. You can get mad at it and rave at it but you can’t change it. No, my issues lie in one of the chapters – the crowning chapter of the entire book – in which it describes how a slave is raped and then commits suicide to avoid the games. And this is fictional. To use the story medium as an illustration for how life was back then. A sort of ‘How We Lived and How It Stank’.
Cool. But no. When I read history, I want to read history. When I want to read historical fiction, I pick up a book of historical fiction.
History is bad in plenty of places; give me the facts but by golly, don’t wallow in it. I don’t want to read fictional gratuitous violence in my history book.
And, yes, I did get upset about that chapter, and yes, you’d be right in thinking me absolutely off my rocker for picking up this next book – but there is a difference – one was fiction, and this one? This one is horrible, brutal reality.
THE RAPE OF NANKING
by Iris Chang
In December 1937, the Japanese army invaded the ancient city of Nanking, systematically raping, torturing, and murdering more than 300,000 Chinese civilians.
This book tells the story from three perspectives: of the Japanese soldiers who performed it, of the Chinese civilians who endured it, and of a group of Europeans and Americans who refused to abandon the city and were able to create a safety zone that saved many.
This was an awful read. I don’t believe in avoiding the worst points of the world’s history; you can’t understand humankind if you glance at their achievements and virtues. Darkness shows how bright the light can be. But at the same time … what horrors people have done and are capable of …
I think it’s when you look at your fellow man and think of them as less – less than human. Less than nothing. When you forget your humanity, or forget theirs, and then well, you can do anything to them, can’t you? Most of us will think nothing of squishing a bug and there’s nothing wrong with stamping on dirt, is there?
It’s hard reading. I had to put the book down for a while, just for a break. But I finished it and I was glad I did.
Ultranationalists denied that the Rape happened, and for a long time, this atrocity against humanity was a mere lukewarm line or two in Japanese history books. But this book puts the truth out there. It’s terrible and it’s horrid and it’s brutal and awful. But it shouldn’t be ignored or forgotten.
As the Nobel laureate Elie Wiesel warned years ago, to forget a holocaust is to kill twice
The more I learn about history, the more I realise that the answer of humanity does not – nay, cannot – lie within ourselves.
Also, my next factual book after I finish The Candy Machine: How Cocaine Took Over The World is going to be about fish.
Just for a break.