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So, from the age ffrienship seven until their deaths, these women lived as virtual prisoners—hobbled by their bound feet and illiterate in men's writing. Still, even in their solitude, they longed to express themselves and find consolation from other women in identical circumstances. They used nu shu to write letters, stories, and poems. Women wrote about their joys, which were few, and their sorrows, which were many. Two types of relationships developed that had nu shu at their core. The first was called a sworn sisterhood. In a particular village when all seven-year-old girls were having their feet bound, their mothers helped them form a sworn sisterhood.

Once all the girls had married out, the sworn sisterhood dissolved. The other type of relationship was called a laotong —old same. When a woman had a daughter about to turn seven and begin her footbinding, she would meet with a matchmaker, not to find a suitable husband but to look for another girl in another village who could match eight characteristics with her daughter. The two girls had to match birth dates, be in the same birth order in both families, have the same size foot, and the like. Obviously, this was much harder to find than just linking up with other girls in the same village. If a prospect could be found, the two girls would be brought together to sign a contract matching them for life as a pair of old-sames.

At seventeen, the girls would marry out to other villages, have children, and follow the normal course of their lives, but they would also continue to keep in contact with their laotong through their writing and occasional meetings for their rest of their lives. I'm part Chinese and grew up spending a lot of time with my grandparents, aunts, and uncles in Los Angeles Chinatown. I've often said that I may not look Chinese although when people see me with my family they say that the resemblance is quite striking but that I'm Chinese in my heart. Perhaps because I come from a pioneer family—my great-great-grandfather came to work on the Transcontinental railroad and my great-grandfather was the patriarch of Los Angeles Chinatown—we have tenaciously held on to our customs and beliefs even though we've become better educated, lost our fluency in the language, and—in my case—lost most of the physical characteristics.

I'm only a couple of generations removed from my peasant roots. My great-great-grandmother carried people on her back from village to village to earn money to support her children. Sorrow—from losing a child or experiencing some other tragedy—was a luxury moer and her immigrant descendants couldn't afford. Later, when I began writing Ajd Flower and the Secret FanI was able to show that kind of stoicism and acceptance in the characters of Snow Flower, Lily, and the other women who populate the morf, but I also called Lookong other beliefs that have been handed down in possiby family. As I did my research, I discovered that few nu shu documents—whether letters, stories, weavings or embroideries—have survived, since most were burned at gravesites for metaphysical and practical reasons.

In the s, Japanese soldiers destroyed many pieces that had been kept as family heirlooms. During the Cultural Revolution, the zealous Red Guard burned even more texts, then banned the local women from attending religious festivals or attending gatherings where nu shu might be written, read, sung, or exchanged as gifts. In the following years, the Public Security Bureau's scrutiny further diminished interest in learning or preserving the language. During the last half of the twentieth friensgip, nu shu nearly became extinct as the primary reasons that women used it disappeared.

For more information morre nu shuplease Dating sg Cathy Silber's forthcoming non-fiction book, Writing from the Useless Branch: Text and Practice in Nushu Shi. Click to enlarge After I chatted about nu shu in an e-mail with Michelle Yang, a fan of my work, she very sweetly Looking for a frienship and possibly more in shu it upon herself to look im and then forward to me what she found on the Internet about the subject. That was enough for me to begin to plan a trip to Jiangyong County where I went in the fall possibyl When I arrived, I was told I was only the frienehip foreigner to go there, although I Looking for a frienship and possibly more in shu of a couple others who had apparently flown under the radar.

I can honestly say that this area is still as remote as ever. The moment I crossed into Hunan Province with Mr. Li my driver and Chen Yi Zhong my interpreterthe four-lane highway gave way to a badly rutted dirt road. The villages we went to were located down muddy xhu or accessible only by crossing a river on a sampan. People who live in this area aren't just removed from the outside world or from the neighboring province but also from each other. A hundred years ago, the land was fertile and the people were relatively prosperous. Back then, even the poorest peasants were better off than they are today.

Li was not only a great driver which is hard to find in Chinabut he also proved to be very patient when his car got stuck in one muddy track after another as we traveled from village to village. I was also extremely lucky to have Mr. Chen as my interpreter. His friendly manner, eagerness to walk unannounced into houses, subtlety with the local dialect, familiarity with classical Chinese and history, and enthusiastic interest in nu shu— something that he had not known existed—helped make my journey especially fruitful. He translated conversations in alleys and kitchens, as well as nu shu stories that had been collected by the nu shu museum.

Since the Jiangyong area is still closed to foreigners, it was also necessary to travel in the company of a county official, also named Chen. Together, Messieurs Li, Chen, and Chen took me by car, pony-pulled cart, sampan, and foot to see and do everything I wanted. To truly understand the nu shu women I needed to see what remained of their culture, walk the alleyways of their villages, and try to meet the last surviving original practitioner of the language. I didn't want to approach my trip as a journalist. Instead, I wanted to see, taste, touch, smell, and hear everything Jiangyong County had to offer, and then filter it through my own experience as a woman deeply influenced by my Chinese family.

Click to enlarge We went to Tong Shan Li Village to meet Yang Huanyi, who was then aged ninety-six and the oldest living nu shu writer. She passed away in September Her feet had been bound when she was a girl and she told me about that experience, as well as her wedding ceremonies and festivities. She had learned the secret language as the only way to communicate with her friends. Young women today no longer need to learn nu shu. Their feet aren't bound, they're literate, and they work outside the home where they can meet their friends. Nowadays, young women learn the language as one might learn a national dance or a folksong. They're preserving and honoring the past, but it has no direct meaning to or purpose in their lives.

Yang Huanyi lived in three rooms with her son and daughter-in-law. A single light bulb hung from the ceiling and a television, which carried only state-run channels, dominated the tiny room. We sat on hard country-style benches much like the ones my grandparents used in our family store. We were offered oranges, which the men ate, spitting their seeds and dropping their peels on the concrete floor. On the surface Yang Huanyi and I couldn't have been more different, but I felt instantly close to her. She reminded me very much of my grandmother. Yang Huanyi's hair was wrapped in a headdress. Her back was hunched. Her hands and fingers were crooked and knobby.

Her eyes were watery. Her skin was rice paper thin and when she scratched her cheek, her skin tore and bled. She wore a child's pair of kung fu slippers with tissue stuffed into the toes to fill the empty space. Like Lily at the end of Snow Flowershe was too old and too tired to shoo away the flies that came to rest on her. But she was completely alert. She spent most of the afternoon talking about her childhood, her marriage, and her seven sworn sisters. A boyfriend, in short, who will take you to the Ebro River Delta from time to time, a place where boyfriends tend to take their girlfriends. So I decide to go to a dating agency to see if they have anything for me.

The psychologist informs me that every time they call me at work to propose a date, they will say that it's "a friend calling. I work alone, and I don't keep secrets from myself. The psychologist who greets me, Eva Larraz, invites me to enter her office. And then we start the interview. First of all, Eva explains the difference between an agency like hers and the personal ads in newspapers. She tells me that only people who are looking for a stable relationship come here, not the ones wanting occasional flings. And then we move on to the test. She asks me my telephone number and the date and hour I was born.

A client could ask for the information to see if you are compatible. Then I give her my address and my weight. It depends on the day. Next she wants to know if I smoke and if I drink alcohol, if I like animals, and what kind of assets I have.


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