
Finished
Rice by Su Tong (童忠贵) a few nights ago.

It is the first novel translated from Chinese that I have read. A stupendously fast read.
Beautifully worded (and apparently the translator has a good reputation, himself), but delightfully horrid. How unhappy with life could one be to write something like this? It reminds me of Athol Fugard's journals and his lament (which was something along the lines of) "Where has my joy gone?"
Rice is about Five Dragons, an orphan running from the flooding that occurred in the 1930s. He's accepted into a family that runs a rice emporium - but only as a near slave. His rise from there is meteoric and the absolute lack of love between family members from then on is bleak. Fear, hatred, and crippling others - that's all this family knows and all this novel knows. I think I enjoyed it - nice to know that the horror is felt everywhere. The protagonist's/antagonist's only joy is rice and inserting it into women.
Su Tong wrote the novel that became
Raise the Red Lantern. I'd recommend
Rice if you want a nasty little expose of life. If you need things nicer, don't even touch the book. This is one I will remember as a stark and beautiful entry into Chinese literature.