essaysbysean.blogspot.com"... This is the world in whichcame of age. It was, not coincidentally, a world in which it became easy to believe that the United States was in decline. Our churches looked like recreation centers, and our rec centers looked like re-education camps. Our campuses and civic spaces were defaced by ziggurats of cement. Our cities had crime-ridden towers and white elephant shopping centers where the neighborhoods used to be. Our suburbs were filled with whatdescribed as the "junk architecture" of strip malls and ranch houses.
Then, gradually and haltingly, beauty began to make a comeback...."
From Up From Ugliness, a New York Times op-ed by Ross Douthat October 8 2011, on-line.
I'm feeling contemplative.
Here before me is a thing of beauty. Here is traditional Chinese bookbinding, a method developed during the Ming dynasty. (1338-1644) Scarlet ribbons are stitched across the spine, the thick pages folded in half with the printing on the outside only, pages with both pretty calligraphy and print. The cover is black with gold lettering; yet not as stark as that sounds, for there is also a red plaque, with gold calligraphy, pasted into an indentation.
The piece, from Amber Books, is The Art of War by Sun Zu. I've long owned a paperback copy, in English. This new translation, 2011, is by James Trapp. Does the world need yet another translation of this 2,500 year old text? Actually, yes. I'll explain below. For now, I'm just contemplating this piece, dipping into it, and thanking another James, one James Clavell.
Clavell is best known to the TV watching public for the mini series Shogun, of old Japan, featuring the actor from the weekly TV series Doctor Kildare, Richard Chamberlain. A huge tome, Shogun is about as thick as a paperback can ever be, a best seller, a book that would especially appeal to fans of science fiction or history, with its intricate fantastical depictions of a lone Englishman cast ashore, a stranger in a strange land. Castles, ninjas, even bathhouses--it's all good.
I remember, in the 1970's, lending the book to two brothers still living on our old homestead. When I returned I found my book battered and wilted, like it had been through a whirlwind. "What the heck happened?" I asked. "We both read it, twice."
A western army officer must be confounded, at first, when he learns that fierce samurai also believe in the beauty of graceful caligraphy, tea ceremonies, haiku and other arts. It was a samurai, in fact, who invented the "way of the tea ceremony." But then the officer may reflect that not everyone believes warriors need the "strength" of being single-minded or crude. After all, the citizen-soldiers of ancient Greece thought a well rounded life was important to the strength of a republic. Their Olympic Games always included an arts festival. (As did the Olympics in my home town, although the world never knew: the festival was not televised)Beauty matters.
I never did return to Shogun, but I read Clavel's Tai Pan (colonizing Hong Kong) and King Rat (prisoners of the Japanese) twice each. And I also read twice, once as a little book and once as a Reader's Digest article, James Clavel's grim and controversial The Children's Story, set in the USA. They called Clavel a communist for that one. I dimly recall the Digest people having to defend themselves in the next issue, saying how the story of poor Johnny, who's father had been taken away for re-education, was only to dramatize how easily children can be led, and not for any other purpose. This would have been during the Kennedy or Johnson years. (Wikipedia mistakenly says 1981)
For me, it's nice to contemplate the beauty of Clavell not being a "sellout" to mammon. Besides his best sellers, he also took time to write independently, to do what he thought was right.
As I see it, Clavel wanted to help inform his fellow citizens, realizing that many citizens know about only their own town and family, and some don't care to know much more. Even now, during the war on terror, some are unknowing. For example, I remember when some of us, not all, cared about South Africa's apartheid, and we helped to stop it, with college students arguing about sanctions, but today I wonder how many Americans, even Muslim Americans, care that schools, "madrasses," funded by the Saudis, are teaching children that having hatred is normal and commonplace, that hatred is a Good Thing.
I suppose that individuals, or nations, who believe in hatred have trouble believing in beauty: They don't know what strength they are missing out on.
It occurs to me that some people, and here I'm thinking of readers of history and science fiction, may find it easier than others, to lift up their eyes beyond their immediate family. I suppose world travelers like Clavel find it easier to have a bird's eye view of citizenship. Clavel realized something: The average educated Chinese housewife knew The Art of War as well as she and her American counterpart both knew a work of English literature, but the American housewife, at the same time, had never heard of The Art of War, and she didn't have any of its classic concepts as part of her vocabulary. Over here, no one did.
In the west, as best I can judge by the before-and-after World War II writings of Captain Sir Basil Liddell-Hart, even army officers did not read the book. Not even during French Indochina and Vietnam--Ouch! What Europeans did read, unfortunately, was a famous book, On War, by Karl Von Clausewitz, a Prussian staff officer who encouraged "blood." Westerners, when I was young, would have thought you were crazy if you tried to say that the highest form of generalship is to get the opposing army to surrender without any bloodshed. It's queer to contemplate how certain armies--I'm thinking of the US civil war and WWI--might have avoided so many sorry casualties if only the wives and husbands on the home front had chosen an "anaconda plan" of naval blockade and sanctions.
But about the only translation, in the west, was by a Jesuit priest long ago. And so matters remained, back when I was a boy.
Then something happened. Today there is a mainstream movie, starring Wesley Snipes, called The Art of War, and the business section of a bookstore stocks Sun Zu's classic as surely as it stocks books about samurai businessmen ('swords' and 'rings')such books as would never have sold during my childhood, by the way. Over in the social studies area of the local big box store, last April, while I don't remember if I specifically counted the actual number of translators, I know I counted eleven different editions of the work. Well! The western world has sure heard of it now!
What happened was classic: One man made a difference. Someday I will read again James Clavell's forward to the first modern Art of War. I would have read it during college around 1981ish. (Wikipedia has the date wrong) What was Clavell to do? Well, he began having various characters, in his various best selling "Asian novels," mention Sun Zu's book. Meanwhile he worked on a translation. And he wrote a forward. Then he had to persuade an otherwise sane editor that a book ostensibly about warfare, about long dead guys with bows and armor, would sell enough copies to break even. The rest is history. The irony, to me, is that not one of those eleven editions I found that April night was the first one with the introduction by James Clavell. Poor Prometheus!
I said "ostensibly." What makes Sun Tzu's (Sunzi's) work suitable for the business section, and other parts of the bookstore too, is, as James Trapp puts it: " the elegance of the prose and the underlying Daoist principles."
And James Trapp has made an elegant translation, a much more humane one than the old standard translation on my shelf. Yes, plainly there is room in the world for a translation as clear and lyrical as this one.
I think I would like Trapp, with his interesting academic past, a past that must have fed his soul, not just his bank account. Like Sun Zu, he had an appreciation for beauty. His specialties included Bronze Age art and early Buddhist sculpture. Today he works part-time at the British Museum, and also as a consultant to the UK school system for integrating China studies.
Dipping into the piece before me, I like Trapp's choice of footnotes, useful yet concise. In a footnote to page one of the final chapter, Using Spies, Trapp writes, "Sunzi's understanding of the necessity of an effective intelligence network, its efficient organization and the various levels of expendability of its agents is chillingly calculating and modern."
James Trapp's introduction ends, "In the eyes of Sunzi a general is no mere jobbing soldier: he is a scholar, gentleman and philosopher. The depth of meaning which this element of mysticism imparts is undoubtedly responsible for the work's continuing and universal appeal."
I am reminded of the engineers working with Steve Jobs, who said, "...some of the best people working on the original Mac were poets and musicians on the side."
Now I contemplate citizenship; I cherish the responsible competence of James and James, and of course Sun TzuAnd I truly appreciate the beauty of the volume before me.
SEAN CRAWFORDSeptember 2011.29 art, citizen, war, animeCalgary
FOOTNOTES:Update--Warning-The Amazon.UK reviews are for an un-new, un-improved translation, not for Trapp's. So as of August 3, 2013 I have phoned long distance to Britain and they are looking into it, expecting to get back to me in five business days.
Update II: As of August 9, someone commented that Amazon fixed the problem after he wrote in. How nice that I am not the only one who noticed. Too bad he and I didn't notice earlier--I wonder how many sales poor Trapp missed out on.
Update III: As of September, despite their promise, Amazon has never e-mailed me.
~The Steve Jobs quote at the end of this essay is on page 568 of the book by Walter Isaacson.
~Changing Sun Zu to Sunzi, (or Mao Tse Tung to Mao Zedong) is because the Chinese have switched to Pinyin (closer phonetically) spelling. I still write the old way, myself.
~Tonight I was watching the Japanese anime series GHOST IN THE SHELL, (2ND GIG) using English subtitles. (It's also voice dubbed) In one episode the major shows up at a den of three wealthy old bad guys amongst luxurious furniture. Three angry young hoodlums are there too. An old man asks the major, "Are you the same race as Roh?"
"Can't you tell?" Meaning: Yes, the major has a "full prosthetic" body. How formidable. The major backs away with her prize (a young boy) and the hoodlums want to chase after her. The old man forbids it, and quotes Sun Zu: When you know yourself and you know your enemy (voice over as the major flees into a taxi) you can fight a hundred battles without defeat. The implication being: The hoods can't know how effective the major's prosthetics are.
~I can't resist saying: Did you ever see the German art movie, with Peter Falk, about invisible angels on the roofs of Berlin? In the very next episode of Ghost, Batou is in Berlin, on stakeout on the roofs, (and so is the major) using his "optical camouflage," meaning he turns invisible like an angel. Batou is shocked when a girl in a wheelchair can see him. In homage, the episode was given the movie's title, WINGS OF DESIRE. I thought the whole episode, with recurring angels, was well done. The Americans once made a mainstream remake of the German movie, starring Nicolas Cage.