East Wind: West Wind: The Saga of a Chinese Family

By Pearl S. Buck

The classic coming-of-age novel about a young Chinese woman torn between Eastern and Western cultures by the Nobel Prize–winning author of The Good Earth.New York Times–Bestselling and Pulitzer Prize Award-Winning Author
Kwei-lan is a traditional Chinese girl—taught by her mother to submit in all things, "as a flower submits to sun and rain alike." Her marriage was arranged before she was born. As she approaches her wedding day, she's surprised by one aspect of her anticipated life: Her husband-to-be has been educated abroad and follows many Western ideas that Kwei-lan was raised to reject. When circumstances push the couple out of the family home, Kwei-lan finds her assumptions about tradition and modernity tested even further.
East Wind: West Wind is a sensitive, early exploration of the cross-cultural themes that went on to become a hallmark of Buck's acclaimed novels.
This ebook features an illustrated biography of Pearl S. Buck including rare images from the author's estate

• Language: English
• Publisher: Open Road Media
• Release date: Aug 21, 2012
• ISBN: 9781453263464

Pearl S. Buck

Pearl S. Buck (1892–1973) was a bestselling and Nobel Prize–winning author. Her classic novel The Good Earth (1931) was awarded a Pulitzer Prize and William Dean Howells Medal. Born in Hillsboro, West Virginia, Buck was the daughter of missionaries and spent much of the first half of her life in China, where many of her books are set. In 1934, civil unrest in China forced Buck back to the United States. Throughout her life she worked in support of civil and women’s rights, and established Welcome House, the first international, interracial adoption agency. In addition to her highly acclaimed novels, Buck wrote two memoirs and biographies of both of her parents. For her body of work, Buck received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1938, the first American woman to have done so. She died in Vermont. 

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East Wind: West Wind

The Saga of a Chinese Family

Pearl S. Buck

Contents

Part One

I

II

III

IV

V

VI

VII

VIII

IX

Part Two

X

XI

XII

XIII

XIV

XV

XVI

XVII

XVIII

XIX

XX

XXI

A Biography of Pearl S. Buck

Acknowledgement

PART ONE

A Chinese Woman Speaks

I

THESE THINGS I MAY tell you, My Sister. I could not speak thus even to one of my own people, for she could not understand the far countries where my husband lived for twelve years. Neither could I talk freely to one of the alien women who do not know my people and the manner of life we have had since the time of the ancient empire. But you? You have lived among us all your years. Although you belong to those other lands where my husband studied his western books, you will understand. I speak the truth. I have named you My Sister. I will tell you everything.

You know that for five hundred years my revered ancestors have lived in this age-old city of the Middle Kingdom. Not one of the august ones was modern; nor did he have a desire to change himself. They all lived in quietness and dignity, confident of their rectitude. Thus did my parents rear me in all the honored traditions. I never dreamed I could wish to be different. Without thinking on the matter it seemed to me that as I was, so were all those who were really people. If I heard faintly, as from the distance outside the courtyard walls, of women not like myself, women who came and went freely like men, I did not consider them. I went, as I was taught, in the approved ways of my ancestors. Nothing from the outside ever touched me. I desired nothing. But now the day has come when I watch eagerly these strange creatures—these modern women—seeking how I may become like them. Not, My Sister, for my own sake, but for my husband’s.

He does not find me fair! It is because he has crossed the Four Seas to the other and outer countries, and he has learned in those remote places to love new things and new ways.

My mother is a wise woman. When at the age of ten I ceased to be a child and became a maiden, she said to me these words,

A woman before men should maintain a flowerlike silence and should withdraw herself at the earliest moment that is possible without confusion.

I remembered what she said, therefore, when I stood before my husband. I bowed my head and placed my two hands before me. I answered him nothing when he spoke to me. But oh, I fear he finds my silence dull!

When I examine my mind for something to interest him, it is suddenly as barren as rice-fields after the harvest. When I am alone at my embroidery, I think of many delicately beautiful things to say to him. I will tell him how I love him. Not, you mind, in the brazen words copied from the rapacious West. But in hidden words like these,

My lord, did you mark this day how the dawn began? It was as if the dull earth leaped to meet the sun. Darkness. Then a mighty lift of light like a burst of music! My dear lord, I am thy dull earth, waiting.

Or this, when he sails upon the Lotus Lake in the evening,

What if the pale wan waters should never feel how the moon draws them? What if the wave should never again be touched to life by its light? Oh, my lord, guard thyself, and return to me safely, lest I be that pale wan thing without thee!

But when he comes in, wearing the strange foreign dress, I cannot speak these things. Can it be that I am married to a foreigner? His words are few and carelessly spoken, and his eyes slide too hastily over me, even though I wear my peach-colored satin and have pearls in my freshly bound hair.

This is my sorrow. I have been married a bare month, and I am not beautiful in his eyes.

Three days have I pondered now, My Sister. I must use cunning and seek for a way to turn my husband’s eyes to me. Do I not come of many generations of women who found favor in the eyes of their lords? There have been none lacking in beauty for a hundred years save only one, and that one Kwei-mei in the age of Sung, who was pitted with smallpox at the age of three years. Yet it is written that even she had eyes like black jewels and a voice which shook men’s hearts like wind in the bamboos in spring. Her husband held her so dear that though he had six concubines suitable to his wealth and rank, none of them did he love so well as he loved her. And my ancestress, Yang Kwei-fei—she who bore upon her wrist a white bird—held the very empire in the scented palms of her hands, since the emperor, the Son of Heaven, was mad with her beauty. I, therefore, the least of these honorable ones, must yet have their blood in my blood, and their bones are my bones.

I have examined myself in my bronze mirror. It is nothing for my sake but only for his when I tell you I see that there are others less fair than I. I see that my eyes are clearly defined, the white from the black; I see that my ears are small and delicately pressed to my head, so that the rings of jade and gold cling close; I see that my mouth is small also, and makes the approved curve in the oval of my face. I wish only that I were not so pale, and that the line of my brows were carried an eighth of an inch further toward the temples. I correct my paleness with a touch of rose upon my palms rubbed against my cheeks. A brush dipped in black perfects my brows.

I am fair enough then, and prepared for him. But the instant his eyes fall on me I perceive that he observes nothing, neither lips nor brows. His thoughts are wandering over the earth, over the sea, everywhere except where I stand waiting for him!

When the geomancer had set the day for my marriage, when the red lacquered boxes were packed to the brim, when scarlet flowered satin quilts were heaped high on the tables, and the wedding cakes piled like pagodas, my mother bade me come to her room. I washed my hands and smoothed my hair freshly and entered her apartments. She had seated herself in her black carved chair and was sipping her tea. Her long, silver-bound bamboo pipe leaned against the wall beside her. I stood before her with my head drooping, not presuming to meet her eyes. Nevertheless I felt her keen gaze covering my face, my body, my feet. Its sharp warmth penetrated to my very heart through the silence. At last she bade me sit. She toyed with watermelon seeds from a dish on the table beside her, her face quiet in its accustomed expression of inscrutable sadness. My mother was wise.

Kwei-lan, my daughter, she said, "you are about to marry the man to whom you were betrothed before you were born. Your father and his were brother-friends. They swore to unite themselves through their children. Your betrothed was then six years of age. You were born within the circle of that year. Thus you were destined. You have been reared for this end.

"Through these seventeen years of your life I have had this hour of your marriage in mind. In everything I have taught you I have considered two persons, the mother of your husband and your husband. For her sake I have taught you how to prepare and to present tea to an elder; how to stand in an elder’s presence; how to listen in silence while an elder speaks whether in praise or blame; in all things I have taught you to submit yourself as a flower submits to sun and rain alike.

"For your husband I have taught you how to decorate your person, how to speak to him with eyes and expression but without words, how to—but these things you will understand when the hour comes and you are alone with him.

"Therefore, you are well versed in all the duties of a gentlewoman. The preparation of sweetmeats and delicate foods you understand, so that you may tempt your husband’s appetite and set his thoughts upon your value. Never cease to beguile him with your ingenuity in different dishes.

"The manners and etiquette of aristocratic life—how to enter and leave the presence of your superiors, how to speak to your inferiors, how to enter your sedan, how to greet his mother in the presence of others—these things you know. The behavior of a hostess, the subtlety of smiles, the art of hair decoration with jewels and flowers, the painting of your lips and fingernails, the use of scent upon your person, the cunning of shoes upon your little feet—ah, me, those feet of yours and all the tears they have cost! But I know of none so small in your generation. My own were scarcely more tiny at your age. I only hope that the family of Li have paid heed to my messages and have bound as closely the feet of their daughter, the betrothed of your brother, my son. But I am fearful of it because I hear she is learned in the Four Books, and learning has never accompanied beauty in women. I must send word to the go-between again regarding the matter.

As for you, my child, if my daughter-in-law equals you, I shall not complain over-much. You have been taught to play that ancient harp whose strings have been swept by generations of our women for the delight of their lords. Your fingers are skillful, and your nails are long. You have even been taught the most famous verses of the old poets, and you can sing them sweetly to your harp. I cannot see how even your mother-in-law will find anything lacking in my work. Unless you should bear no son! But I will go to the temple and present the goddess with a gift, should you pass the first year without conception.

My blood rose to my face. I cannot remember when I did not know of birth and motherhood. The desire for sons in a household like ours, where my father had three concubines whose sole interest was in the conceiving and bearing of children, was too ordinary to contain any mystery. Yet the thought of this for myself—but my mother did not even see my hot cheeks. She sat absorbed in meditation and fell to toying again with the watermelon seeds.

There is only one thing, she said finally, he has been abroad to foreign lands. He has even studied foreign medicines. I do not know—but enough! Time reveals all. You are dismissed.

II

I COULD NOT REMEMBER when my mother had spoken so many words, My Sister. Indeed, she seldom spoke, except to correct or to command. This was right, for no one else in our women’s apartments was equal to her, the First Lady, in position or native ability. You have seen my mother, My Sister? She is very thin, you remember, and her face seems carved from ivory for its pallor and its calm. I have heard it said that in her youth before she was wed, she possessed the great beauty of moth eyebrows and lips of the delicacy of the coral-colored buds of the quince tree. Even yet her face, fleshless though it is, preserves the clear oval of the paintings of the ancient women. As for her eyes, the Fourth Lady has a clever tongue, and she said of them once,

The First Lady’s eyes are sad jewels, black pearls, dying from over-much knowledge of sorrow.

Ah, my mother!

There was none like her in my childhood. She understood many things and moved with a habitual, quiet dignity which kept the concubines and their children all fearful in her presence. But the servants disliked while they admired her. I used to hear them grumbling because they could not so much as steal the fragments in the kitchen without her discerning the matter. Yet she never reproved them loudly as the concubines did when they were angry. When my mother saw that which did not please her, few words dropped from her lips; but those words were pointed with scorn, and they fell upon the guilty one like sharp ice upon the flesh.

To my brother and to me she was kind, but still formal and undemonstrative, as indeed was proper for one in her position in the family. Of her six children, four were taken in early childhood by the cruelty of the gods, and she therefore valued her only son, my brother. As long as she had given my father one living son he could have no legal ground for complaint against her.

She was, moreover, secretly very proud of her son for his own sake.

You have seen my brother? He is like my mother, thin of body, delicate-boned, tall and straight as a young bamboo tree. As little children we were ever together, and he it was who first taught me to brush the ink over the characters outlined in my primer. But he was a boy and I only a girl, and when he was nine and I six years of age, he was taken out of the women’s apartments into those where my father lived. We seldom met then, for as he grew older he considered it shameful to visit among the women; and moreover, my mother did not encourage it.

I, of course, was never allowed in the courts where the men lived. When first they separated my brother from the women I crept once in the dusk of the evening to the round moon-gate that opened into the men’s apartments; and leaning against the wall opposite it, I peered into the courts beyond, hoping to see my brother perhaps in the garden. But I saw only men-servants, hurrying to and fro with bowls of steaming food. When they opened the doors into my father’s halls, shouts of laughter streamed out, and mingled with it was the thin high singing of a woman’s voice. When the heavy doors shut there was only silence over the garden.

I stood for a long time listening for the laughter of the feasters, wondering wistfully if my brother were then in the midst of the gayety, when suddenly I felt my arm pulled sharply. It was Wang Da Ma, my mother’s chief servant, and she cried,

Now will I tell your mother if I see this again! Who has ever seen before such an immodest maid to go peeping at the men!

I dared not speak more than a whispered excuse for shame.

I sought my brother only.

But she answered firmly,

Your brother now is also a man.

Therefore I seldom saw him again.

But I heard that he loved study and early became proficient in the Four Books and the Five Classics, so that my father at last heeded his beseeching and allowed him to go to a foreign school in Peking. At the time of my marriage he was studying in the

[pat · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Lovely book on looking at culture from different lenses...

[Lilix · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Reading this novel was a complete revelation. I was captivated by the difference in cultures, the ancestral mandate as the only path in life. Joining in the protagonist's sorrows, I learned to feel as she did. (Translated from Spanish)

[Carjov · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A book in which its author impeccably captures the customs and traditions that existed in China, through the thoughts and reflections of the daughter of a wealthy patriarch, who shares them with her sister. The story told for this purpose did strike me as somewhat bland. (Translated from Spanish)

[jarabetica · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

July 2021

"...your fiancé was only six years old when you were born. Thus, you were destined, and with that purpose, we have educated you... Everything I have taught you, I did with your husband's mother and him in mind..."

Starting to read a book and falling in love with it from the very first pages is what we all readers aspire to; here is one of them. It is a book that exudes sensitivity, beauty, and elegance in equal measure.

Kwei-lan is a young woman from a wealthy family, betrothed to the son of a friend of her father before she was born. Strictly educated under the ancestral Chinese customs of service and submission, she finds that her future husband, who was educated in the United States, has become Westernized, leading to a generational clash that will divide her between the love of her parents and the love for her husband.

Scandalous phrases such as "I am nothing but a woman" and others are repeated throughout the book, leaving us stunned from our perspective.

We are faced with a novel written in a masterful way, with characters and events perfectly described, precise and clear.
Absolute recommendation, a gem.

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[merrymary_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

A gentle, well-told tale of pre-Revolution China. A girl from a traditional upper class home is given in an arranged marriage to a man who has traveled in the western lands and learned European/American ways. Love slowly develops between them as she tries to adapt her cloistered upbringing and traditions to his modern ideas. In a final act of commitment, she unbinds her feet. Pearl Buck, straddling as she did these two worlds, brings a gentle understanding and empathy to this story

[Soniagh · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

April 2021

East wind, west wind is a wonderful book. With a delicate and simple pen, this novel set in early 20th-century China shows us a civilization built on millennia-old customs where modernity from the West gradually begins to make its way. A story of contrasts and clashes between two transversely opposed worlds, East and West, doomed to coexist in order to survive.

The story, told in the first person by Kwei-lan, a traditional young woman belonging to a distinguished Chinese family, educated to be a perfect and submissive wife, is promised by her parents as tradition dictates to an unknown young man. Prepared to faithfully serve her husband, she discovers after marrying that he, who has studied in the United States and has become Westernized, is determined to move away from Eastern customs to embrace Western ones. She, bewildered, must accept and adapt to this new way of life that is unfamiliar to her, not without some resignation and facing personal conflicts and mixed feelings.

Through her eyes, we will discover the culture and customs of Chinese society and its differences with the Western ones, two opposing worlds trying to find common ground along this beautiful story; we will also witness the generational clash that occurs between the elders, clinging to ancestral traditions, and the young Chinese who cry out for modernization.

A fascinating work filled with humanity, with a unique sensitivity and full of beauty and feeling, that defends the coexistence between traditions and modernization, overcoming the cultural barriers that hinder it, which not only captivated me, but also made me fall in love. (Translated from Spanish)

[Ainea · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

In this book, the author superbly reflects the antithesis between Western and Eastern cultures that she experienced firsthand, as she lived in China for a long time. Her novels wonderfully depict the turmoil that society endured when it had no choice but to open up to the emerging foreign powers that brought with them a new and strange technology that was quickly assimilated; but also, new and strange ideas that would mean a substantial change in their world and culture forever. (Translated from Spanish)

[MariaOlga - Lectoraapasionada · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Read a while ago ?

Captivating? (Translated from Spanish)

[José Ferrandis Peiró · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Pearl S. Buck, an American writer awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1938, screenwriter, journalist, and human rights activist, spent half of her life in China, where she was taken by her parents, Presbyterian missionaries, just a few months after her birth. Throughout her eighty years of life, she wrote eighty-five books of various genres (poetry, short stories, plays, film scripts, children's and young adult literature, biography, and cookbooks). However, she particularly excelled in the field of novel writing. In all her works, we find kind portrayals of China and its people. From her study of Chinese novels, she developed a narrative style that is direct and simple, always concerned with the fundamental values of human life. East Wind, West Wind is one of her most recognized works. Published in the U.S. in 1930, it is narrated in the first person by the story’s protagonist, Kwei-lan, a 17-year-old Chinese girl who, terrified, witnesses the clash of opposing civilizations—the backward eastern China and the U.S. as a model of the new western winds—threatening to put an end to her previously serene and leisurely life. Newly married—promised since birth to a doctor who, due to his stay in the West for study reasons, has embraced numerous western lifestyles—she must come to terms with the fact that adult life may not resemble at all what her mother has prepared her for. Her husband treats her as an equal, something that is entirely contrary to the traditional Chinese education received by Kwei-lan. The young woman recounts the ups and downs of her new life to someone she refers to as my sister, although their identity is completely unknown. Kwei-lan's internal struggle between her primordial values and the new ideas her husband introduces into her life (and, above all, in her mind) will lead her to progressively assimilate her spouse’s teachings, starting with the need to remove her foot bindings and walk in life as a woman who is not her husband's servant but his equal. If her personal doubts were few, her concern will grow when her brother, like her brother-in-law before him, settled in the U.S. to complete his studies, announces his initial desire and later decision to break his engagement with his fiancée, a daughter of the Li family, to marry a young American named Mary whom he met at university. Kwei-lan's revered parents will oppose such an aberration, putting the entire family in jeopardy. Because the protagonist's brother is the only son of their parents, he is expected to be their heir. This complicates everything tremendously. In this regard, the narrator reflects: We have learned, since the Holy Scriptures taught us, that a man must never place the love of his wife above that of his parents. Whoever commits that sin offends the tablets of his ancestors, offends the gods. But can barriers be placed against the momentum of love? Love imposes itself, whether the heart wants it or not... In the end, she tells herself that love is a terrible thing if its vein does not spill, pure and free, from heart to heart. Thus, powerless against the tension in which her family is immersed, she decides that love must always prevail. From all of the above, it can be concluded that the clash of civilizations between the East (or east wind) and the West (or west wind) is significant in the novel, as is the confrontation between the old order (traditional and backward China) and the new (which threatens to end the former due to modernity). Thus, Liu, a friend of Kwei-lan's husband, states the following: Difficult days for the old. There is no possibility of understanding between the elderly and the young; they are separated as a sharp knife separates the branch from the trunk. And indeed, sometimes there are things that can no longer be fixed. Kwei-lan's world and her family change with the appearance of her husband and Mary, her brother's wife, whom everyone knows as the foreigner. The isolation prior to these events, along with the consequent ignorance of what is happening outside their home and country, collides with reality: there are other worlds out there, and sooner or later the blood of the Chinese and that of the barbarians, as the inhabitants of western lands are labeled, will have to merge. And the narrator perfectly fulfills her mission: to convey to the reader the unease, the agony of one who sees changes coming and does not know how to react to them and to their peers who are less inclined to allow such things to happen. (Translated from Spanish)

[MonteAquino · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Have you ever experienced starting to read a book and being instantly captivated by it to the point where you can't stop reading?
It's exciting to read lines, paragraphs, pages, savoring them, almost devouring them, merging with the protagonist, feeling her joys, her sorrows, her fears, her anxieties... all in a different world, far removed from our Western way of life.
Kwei-Ian is a young woman educated in the most ancient Chinese tradition. Her painful and deformed feet are a testament to this. She is expected to have a submissive gaze, a muted voice, no opinion. When she marries in an arranged marriage to a young Chinese man who has studied abroad, her universe expands, and the supreme truths instilled by her family begin to crack.
This is compounded by the news that her brother, the heir to a sacred and ancient lineage, is going to marry a foreigner. The family will fiercely oppose the breaking of their ancestral customs and traditions. Will love be able to overcome all obstacles? (Translated from Spanish)

[Teresa Aidee · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

"At first, I was astonished. I did not understand him. Me, his equal? Why? Was I not his wife? If he did not tell me what I should do, who would?
Reading 'East Wind, West Wind' by Nobel laureate Pearl S. Buck has been a delightful experience; the softness and elegance of her prose have led me to understand the clash between two cultures - the West with its modern and liberal ideas colliding with the deeply rooted millennia-old traditions of the East.

Kwei-Ian opens her afflicted heart to a sister we do not know; the protagonist is a young woman who has been raised from a very early age with the strictness of China’s ancestral beliefs to assume her role as a woman and a wife, committed before she was born, as her customs dictate. The social commitment takes shape, and a cloud of sadness falls over her life. Her husband is a Chinese man of her same social class, who studied medicine in America; living abroad has permeated his customs, which makes Kwei-Ian unable to comprehend his indifference. She believes she has wasted all the time and effort invested in her education, but with the desire to please her husband, she doubts between the right and wrong she has been taught.

Through the intimate letters she writes to her sister, with a natural, gentle, and nostalgic tone, she opens up her perception of the world like a fan, without going into intricate details or complaints, linking the facts she is living in a masterful way so we can understand her world... (Very different from ours!) represented in the environment of the majestic Chinese houses and their hierarchies; the radical separation of people by gender; the importance of beauty (both inner and outer) for Chinese women and the gift of life to be deemed worthy if they bear a son; the gastronomy; their mythology; superstitions; she also tells how her brother went to study in the United States, fell in love, married, and had a child with his sister-in-law, creating a conflict in the family that remains unresolved and has fatal consequences for the first lady (their mother).

The profiles of the characters are endearing; each adapts according to the reality they have to face without taking a radical cultural position. The role of women is crucial, as they influence both worlds while being very conscious of the adjacent reality.

For a couple of days, I took a peaceful journey to 20th century China, where I learned not only about its millennia-old culture but also enjoyed Pearl S. Buck's way of writing, the perspective she gives to the situations presented; thus, even in disagreement, I am not scandalized, I only think of the cultural chasm that separates us, in addition to the impossibility of change in their lifestyle, as they have very closed social dynamics validated by their attachment to traditions. It is evident that members of each culture believe that what is true, valid, or acceptable is what is known, and they can repudiate or censure everything that opposes their beliefs.

I close with this fragment: “But this is my personal opinion, and I am nothing more than a woman. I will have to speak to my husband, who knows more than I do, to tell me where the deceptive and the true lies.” (Translated from Spanish)

[Maribel Calle · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I believe that great discoveries are found by chance. That is what has happened to me with this story, as I have unintentionally stumbled upon a literary gem.

A young Chinese woman, the daughter of a wealthy man, after preparing her whole life for marriage, finds herself with a husband who rejects everything that has been instilled in her as the duty of a wife, namely silence, servility, submission, renunciation, etc.

The mental shock she experiences is such that she feels despised by a husband who values Western culture over the millennia-old customs of her ancestors.

Due to her sense of duty, for love, and above all, for obedience, she will remove the bandage from her feet and gradually eliminate the blindfold of cultural and familial oppression that blinds her.

Family circumstances will arise over which she will constantly debate between the traditions of a family where gender hierarchy prevails, the permissibility of concubinage, the value of lineage, and the supremacy of honor over love.

It is a beautiful story where the narrative is exquisite, almost poetic. One can perceive all the colors of the landscape, the clothing, the flowers, the buildings, making it difficult not to be carried away by the exoticism of the East that frames the story. (Translated from Spanish)

[Ana IF · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

The first novel by the writer Pearl S. Buck, who won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1938. Narrated in the first person by a young Chinese woman, it shares her concerns after marrying a young Chinese man with Western customs. She has received a traditional Chinese education based on submission and obedience, which is difficult for her to abandon. We witness the clash of two cultures with very different customs, and it is particularly interesting the perspective they have of what they call foreigners, whom they consider barbarians, uncultured, and rude. By the way, they also physically regard them as inferior, seeing them as ugly and almost monstrous. I loved her simple, elegant, and poetic style. A great novel for understanding Eastern customs. (Translated from Spanish)

[Nathaly Z · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I loved it! After reading it, I found out that it's the author's first book (published in 1930) and that she was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1938. Definitely, I am going to read more of her work.

The novel, in just a few pages, elegantly presented in the form of letters addressed to the reader ("To you, I can speak, sister..."), tells the story of the sufferings of a young Chinese woman who, upon marrying the man she was promised to before her birth, must face the cultural clash between East and West. The story is set in the early 20th century.

She, who represents the East, has been well-educated in ancestral Chinese customs (she even practices foot binding to reduce them, which is a symbol of beauty) and has been prepared all her life to be a good wife. She has come into the world to marry a man from a good family and give him a male heir. He, who represents the West, has studied medicine in the U.S. and brings from the West science, ideas, and different customs.

Times are changing, and Kwei-Lan will have to overcome many cultural barriers if she wishes to win her husband's heart. (Translated from Spanish)

[Loli62 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

It's never too late to read this classic from 1930, whose author was a Nobel Prize in Literature laureate. With a simple and direct style, it describes, always in the first person, the portrait of a distinguished family from China, attached to ancient traditions, and the conflicts that arise between parents and children when Western ideas emerge and disrupt all the known frameworks and ways of life. For me, the adjective that defines the book is: magnificent. (Translated from Spanish)

[Lucaryc · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

One of my first books. Its story grabs you. It faces two worlds, answering to tradition or to your heart. (Translated from Spanish)

[Yeyes · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I found it to be a very interesting and brave book for the time it was written. (Translated from Spanish)

[paula1970 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

It is elegant, subtle, very Eastern, and being the first book of this writer, it reflects her deep knowledge of Chinese culture. Written in 1930, the story is told in the first person by the young Kwei-lan, the daughter of a wealthy Chinese patriarch, who tells us how traditional Chinese culture clashes dramatically with Western culture, the foreign influence that begins to arrive through young Chinese students who have gone to study in the United States. Highly recommended. (Translated from Spanish)

[Mariabacterio · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A book to appreciate and to discover an extraordinary culture. (Translated from Spanish)

[Sylviabcn · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

It uncovers a world and a culture that are completely different. Set in the time it was written, it is a brave book. (Translated from Spanish)

[julia1955 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Pearl S. Buck shows in this novel the contrasts between the ancient culture of China of the parents and the influence of Western culture on the younger generation. From that clash arise the conflicts. (Translated from Spanish)