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Ma Jian was born in Qingdao, China. He is the author of seven novels, a travel memoir, three story collections and two essay collections. He has been translated into twenty-six languages. Since the publication of his first book in 1987, all his work has been banned in China. He now lives in exile in LondonEnthralling... He depicts a land of extraordinary physical beauty and interest and his prose is always elegant. Read this book for its human truthfulness and for unforgettable moments
Daily Telegraph
<i>Red Dust</i> is a <i>tour de force</i>, a powerfully picaresque cross between the sort of travel book any Western author would give his eye-teeth to write, and a disturbing confession
Independent
It opens windows on landscapes small and vast, all still largely unobserved and unknown to Westerners
Observer
Honest, raw, insightful... The Chinese equivalent of <i>On the Road</i>
Time
[Ma's] powers of description make every page buzz with life... Someone who could rank among the great travel writers
New York Times Book Review
His narrative is blessed with a prose style that compresses meaning as succinctly as Chinese calligraphy
The Times
Like a Chinese Jack Kerouac...his book is a riveting record of how he tried to make sense of his new experiences
Sunday Times
An unflinching account of a three-year journey by an insider who feels like an outsider in his native China
- Chris Moss, Sunday Telegraph
A Sino-beatnik travelogue, [and] a fascinating search for self
Mother Jones
Ma captures the feel of wandering off China's beaten track, which is to say most of the country, far from the tour buses and souvenir stands
Los Angeles Times
In 1983, Ma Jian turned 30 and was overwhelmed by the desire to escape the confines of his life in Beijing. With his long hair, jeans and artistic friends, Ma Jian was under surveillance from his work unit and the police, as Deng Xiaoping clamped down on 'Spiritual Pollution'. His ex-wife was seeking custody of their daughter; his girlfriend was sleeping with another man; and he could no longer find the inspiration to write or paint. One day he bought a train ticket to the westernmost border of China and set off in search of himself.
Ma Jian's journey would last three years and take him to deserts and overpopulated cities, from scenes of barbarity to havens of tranquillity and beauty. The result is an utterly unique insight into the teeming contradictions of China that only a man who was both an insider and an outsider in his own country could have written.
In 1983, Ma Jian turned 30 and was overwhelmed by the desire to escape the confines of his life in Beijing. With his long hair, jeans and artistic friends, Ma Jian was under surveillance from his work unit and the police, as Deng Xiaoping clamped down on 'Spiritual Pollution'.