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The Mao Case

The Mao Case

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Autoren: Qiu Xiaolong
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put the crabs in the sink underneath the window and started washing them with a short bamboo broom. With the water still
     running and the crabs crawling, he took out a large pot, filled it half full with water, and put it on the propane gas tank.
    “Steaming is the simplest and best way.”
    “Can I help, Long?”
    “Slice the ginger,” Long said, taking out a piece of the root, “for the sauce.”
    Long bent down over the sink to clean the crabs with an old toothbrush. As Chen finished slicing the ginger, Long started
     binding the crabs, one by one, with white cloth strings.
    “This way, the crabs won’t lose their legs in the steamers,” Long commented, putting them into the pot.
    By now Chen was convinced that Aiguo in the story was none other than Long himself. The way he prepared the crabs was impressive.
    “I’ll tell you what, Chief Inspector Chen. I, too, used to have crabs every month back in the early seventies.”
    That was during the Cultural Revolution, Chen thought, when Long was a “revolutionary worker scholar,” capable of enjoying
     privileges not easily available to others.
    “That’s what I guessed. Your story must have been more or less drawn from your own experience.”
    The special sauce of vinegar and sugar and ginger was prepared. Long dipped his chopsticks into the sauce, tasted it, and
     smacked his lips. He opened a bottle of Shaoxing yellow rice wine, poured out a cup for Chen, and poured a cup for himself.
    “Let’s have a cup first.”

    “To a crab evening!”
    “Now let’s wash our hands,” Long said. “The crabs will soon be ready.”
    As Chen seated himself at the table, Long took off the cover of the steamer, picked up the contents, and placed on the table
     a large platter of steamed crabs, dazzlingly red and white under the light. “Crabs have to be served hot. I will leave some
     of them unsteamed for the moment.”
    So saying, Long fell to eating a fat crab without further ado, and Chen followed suit. Spooning the sauce into the crab shell,
     Chen dipped a piece of crab into the amber-colored liquid. It was delicious.
    Only after having finished the digestive glands of the second crab did Long look up with a satisfied sigh and nod. Turning
     the crab’s entrails inside out, he had something that looked like a tiny monk sitting in meditation on his palm.
    “In the story of the White Snake, a meddlesome monk has to hide somewhere after he has ruined the happiness of a young couple.
     Finally he pulls himself into a crab shell. It’s useless. Look, there’s no escape.”
    “A marvelous story. You are truly a crab expert, Long.”
    “Don’t laugh at my exuberance. It is the first crab-treat for me this year. I can’t help it,” Long mumbled with an embarrassed
     grin, a crab leg still between his teeth. “You’re an important man. You may want to talk to me about something, but you don’t
     have to bring all those crabs.”
    “Well, you are an authority on Mao’s poetry. In ancient times, a student came to his teacher with a ham, so it’s proper and
     right for me to come here with crabs. They are far from enough to show my respect for you.”
    Poking the meat out of the crab leg with a chopstick, Long said, “I really appreciate it.”
    “I’ve been reading his poems. Whatever people may say about Mao nowadays, his poems are not bad at all.”
    “The most magnificent poems,” Long said, raising his cup. “It’s not easy for a young intellectual like you to say so. You,
     too, are a poet.”
    “But I write free verse. I don’t know much about regular verse. So you have to enlighten me on that.”

    “In terms of poetic tradition, Mao wrote ci poems, which have elaborate requirements for the number of characters in a line,
     and for the tone and rhyme patterns too. But you don’t have to worry about the versification to appreciate his poems. Like
     ‘Snow,’ which is full of original and bold images. What a sublime vision!”
    “A sublime vision indeed,” Chen echoed. It might be well to start with a poem not directly related to the investigation. “What
     an infinite expanse of imagination!”
    “That’s true,” Long agreed. His tongue loosened with the wine, he quoted the last line with a flourish.
“To look for the really heroic, you have to count on today!”
    “But the poem was also controversial, I have read. Mao made that particular statement after listing well-known emperors
     in history and pronouncing himself a

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