The Banished Immortal: A Life of Li Bai by Ha Jin
My rating: 5 of 5 stars An Absorbing Biography of a Great Poet I’ve loved Ezra Pound’s translation of “The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter” ever since first reading it in university, but I’d never known much more about the writer of the original poem than that his Japanese name was Rihaku, his American name Li Po, and his Chinese name Li Bai. So I eagerly listened to and learned a lot from Ha Jin’s The Banished Immortal: A Life of Li Bai (2019). It is hard to overestimate the importance of Li Bai (701-762) to Chinese culture. Liquor shops, temples, and factories, Ha Jin tells us, bear his name, and his poems are regularly quoted in Chinese TV dramas, children learn them by heart in school, and they appear carved in stone at tourist sites. Ha Jin acknowldges the difficulty of writing a biography of the most famous poet in Chinese history: a dearth of primary records and sources and a wealth of legends. He identifies three Li Bais: the actual man (revealed by a few records), the self-created man (projected through his poems), and the legendary man (imagined in centuries of popular episodes). Most biographers have focused on the second Li Bai, the image he created, as scholars have searched his roughly one thousand surviving poems (less than a tenth of his prodigious output) looking for clues about his life and personality. Ha Jin does that as well, but also relies on comments by Li Bai’s friends and on his own interpretations. The result is a fascinating look at the life of the Tang Dynasty super poet, nicknamed the Banished Immortal because people thought he’d begun as a star in heaven but gotten exiled to our mundane earth for some transgression. The manner and exact date of Li Bai’s death remain mysteries. A popular legend has him drowning while drunkenly embracing the reflection of the moon in a lake. Ha Jin says that the likeliest possibility is that he died of an alcohol-related disease. The first movement of Bai’s life ran from his youth to middle age as he tried and failed to get a government position while traveling and drinking and making friends and enemies and writing poems about his travels and many other topics. His original genius at poetry, healthy ego, and impatience with fools repeatedly sabotaged his chances to get an official’s career, although he did make many friends who admired his abilities and bold personality, poetry, and calligraphy. His fame as an original and brilliant poet finally won him what he’d thought was his life dream: a position at court. But he immediately learned that the Tang court was a den of corruption, that he could only earn money by accepting bribes for favors and access, and that he was not there to advise the emperor but to play the celebrity poet in the Imperial Academy, a menagerie of idiosyncratic entertainers, quacks, and conmen (like a self-proclaimed 3000-year-old man). Quickly making enemies of his fellow Imperial Academicians (by mocking them in a poem) and then of a powerful eunuch in charge of multiple armies and Emperor Shuenshong’s favorite consort, Bai soon had to resign and distance himself from court. Bai spent the next phase of his life studying to become a certified Taoist monk, partly to put himself beyond the reach of his court enemies. The grueling qualification-initiation ritual permanently ruined his health. His last years were ignominious, as he joined the losing side in a civil war of succession, resulting in his being exiled and reviled as a traitor. He was pardoned, but his final summons to return to court came after he’d already died in obscurity hoping for such a summons. Bai was complex: he wrote wanderlust poems at home and homesick poems away from home, loved his first and second wives and kids and wrote poems for and about them but left them for long periods, and wanted to transcend the world to a heavenly plane but wrote poems about worldly concerns and cares. The biography is not a hagiography, Ha Jin calling Bai foolish and self-deluded for joining a rebel prince’s cause against his wife’s good advice. The irony of Bai’s life is that he wanted wealth, fame, and power on the one hand and transcendence on the other, failing at both and drinking too much to soothe his disappointment. As he recounts Bai’s life, Ha Jin relates many interesting Chinese culture points, like the (still current) belief of poets, painters, and calligraphers that the best way to free up the creative powers is to get tipsy. Also interesting was China’s long history and familiarity with classics and famous figures from every period of it, such that in the eighth century Bai and his contemporaries studied and learned poetry from centuries before. Still more. During the Tang Dynasty people thought you could dramatically extend your life span by taking Taoist immortality pills (full of mercury and other poisons), the government was constantly worrying about barbarians on the borders, you could only get into the government by passing a test that only elites could sit for or by getting a connection to recommend you, and commoners couldn’t get within 100 feet of officials’ carriages. One of the most interesting discoveries (for me) in the book is the great amount of occasional verse Bai wrote for family, friends, or officials about greeting, parting, missing, traveling, drinking, eating, thanking, apologizing, loving, requesting, as well as poems inspired by current events (like a failed war or corrupt officials), sublime views (of mountains, rivers, towers, etc.), pitiable scenes (of hardworking laborers etc.), or homesickness. Poems in the voices of women (courtesans, dancers, wives) and of soldiers on the frontier. Poems apologizing to his wife for being a bad husband or rhapsodizing about how sublime he is (a roc flying to heaven or a dragon dragged down to earth). Poems as letters, diary entries, essays, political critiques, or self-explorations. Chinese poetry must be very flexible to contain such a stunningly wide scope in content, style, and mood. Ha Jin quotes excerpts from many famous (to the Chinese) poems by Bai, like one about his friend Haoran departing after a fine visit: My friend is sailing west away from Yellow Crane Tower. Through the March blossoms he is going down to Yan Cho. His sail casts a single shadow in the distance, then disappears. Nothing but the Yangtze flowing on the edge of the sky. The audiobook reader David Shih is fine. Anyone interested in Chinese history or world art and literature should find much nourishment in this book. View all my reviews
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