Download the free Kindle app and start reading Kindle books instantly on your smartphone, tablet, or computer - no Kindle device required. Learn more
Read instantly on your browser with Kindle for Web.
Using your mobile phone camera - scan the code below and download the Kindle app.
Red Dust: A Path Through China Hardcover – November 6, 2001
A dropout, a fugitive from the police, a Buddhist in search of enlightenment, Ma Jian embarks on a three-year trek that takes him from the deepest south to the western provinces and Tibet, journeying across deserts, over mountains, through icy rivers. And as he travels to increasingly remote areas, his circumstances become increasingly straitened: He stays in filthy inns, sleeping four to a plank bed, learning to wait until his companions fall asleep and then lying on top of them. To support himself, he buys a pair of scissors and becomes a roadside barber, sells scouring powder as tooth whitener, lives by his wits posing as an enlightened religious man.
His sense of humor and sanity keep him intact—”Danger is not exciting,” he tells a friend, “it’s just proof of your incompetence.” The greatest hardship he faces is disappointment—or perhaps his own honesty. Tibet offers no enlightenment (“Is Buddha saving man or is man saving Buddha?” he asks); his own restlessness undermines his yearning for love. Ma Jian’s portrait of his country provides no understanding of its enigmas, no neat generalizations, no sweeping predictions. It simply reminds us of China’s scale, its shadows, and, ultimately, its otherness.
- Print length336 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherPantheon
- Publication dateNovember 6, 2001
- Dimensions6.5 x 1 x 9.75 inches
- ISBN-100375420592
- ISBN-13978-0375420597
The Amazon Book Review
Book recommendations, author interviews, editors' picks, and more. Read it now.
Customers who bought this item also bought
Editorial Reviews
Amazon.com Review
In 1983, Ma, tired of life in a China that, he writes, "feels like an old tin of beans that, having lain in the dark for forty years, is beginning to burst at the seams," grew his hair, quit his job, and took to the road. As he recounts in his able--and, at times, very strange--memoir, over the next three years he wandered into the western desert, through the mountains of Shaanxi, down the steamy southern coast, and, eventually, to Tibet. Along the way he slipped by inquisitive police agents, ate dodgy meals, fell in love a time or two, and learned much about his country--more than he bargained on, for, as he writes, "I am exhausted. China is too old, its roots too deep. I feel dirty from the delving."
Ma's travelogue, alternately humorous and sober, offers a constantly illuminating view of life behind the Great Wall. --Gregory McNamee
From Publishers Weekly
Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information, Inc.
From Library Journal
Copyright 2001 Reed Business Information, Inc.
From Booklist
Copyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved
Review
"In this skillfully constructed, picaresque memoir, Ma Jian takes us on an absorbing tour of the emotional, intellectual, and sexual
travails of China's Beat Generation in the early 1980s. Red Dust is full of surprising insights into the China that emerged, for better or
worse, after the death of Mao."
-Jonathan Spence, author of The Search for Modern China
“Ma Jian’s writing is a revelation, an insider’s account of a country permeated in every paragraph by a rebel’s sensitivity. His writing has a picaresque quality, unforgettably conjuring images of a continually changing landscape where the only constant is hardship, struggle, and ideological confusion.”
—The Big Issue (London)
“In this skillfully constructed, picaresque memoir, Ma Jian takes us on an absorbing tour of the emotional, intellectual, and sexual travails of China’s Beat Generation in the early 1980s. Red Dust is full of surprising insights into the China that emerged, for better or worse, after the death of Mao.”
—Jonathan D.Spence, author of The Search for Modern China
“This is a beautiful, disturbing read—a new Wild Swans. It is a wonderful book—part Matsuo Basho, part Jung Chang, part allegory—one of those rare travelogues that manages to transcend its subject and evoke the leaf-blown qualities of a peripatetic life. Red Dust is at once a sustained poetic meditation and a portrait of a continent-sized nation in flux. From its pages China’s landscape emerges with filmic clarity. Ma Jian’s Chinese journey and his writing are an exhilarating combination.”
—The Observer (London)
“If you have time to read only one book on China this year, choose Red Dust.”
—Financial Times (London)
“Red Dust is a tour de force, a powerfully picaresque cross between the sort of travel book any Western author would give his eye-teeth to write and a disturbing confession. Ma’s dissidence is at once idiosyncratic and conservative. He does not want China propelled into an American future; he seeks greater freedoms but refuses to believe such freedoms add up to anything much in the material world.”
—The Independent (London)
From the Inside Flap
A dropout, a fugitive from the police, a Buddhist in search of enlightenment, Ma Jian embarks on a three-year trek that takes him from the deepest south to the western provinces and Tibet, journeying across deserts, over mountains, through icy rivers. And as he travels to increasingly remote areas, his circumstances become increasingly straitened: He stays in filthy inns, sleeping four to a plank bed, learning to wait until his companions fall asleep and then lying on top of them. To support himself, he buys a pair of scissors and becomes a roadside barber, sells scouring powder as tooth whitener, lives by his wits posing as an enlightened religious man.
His sense of humor and sanity keep him intact??Danger is not exciting,? he tells a friend, ?it?s just proof of your incompetence.? The greatest hardship he faces is disappointment?or perhaps his own honesty. Tibet offers no enlightenment (?Is Buddha saving man or is man saving Buddha?? he asks); his own restlessness undermines his yearning for love. Ma Jian?s portrait of his country provides no understanding of its enigmas, no neat generalizations, no sweeping predictions. It simply reminds us of China?s scale, its shadows, and, ultimately, its otherness.
From the Back Cover
"In this skillfully constructed, picaresque memoir, Ma Jian takes us on an absorbing tour of the emotional, intellectual, and sexual
travails of China's Beat Generation in the early 1980s. Red Dust is full of surprising insights into the China that emerged, for better or
worse, after the death of Mao."
-Jonathan Spence, author of The Search for Modern China
“Ma Jian’s writing is a revelation, an insider’s account of a country permeated in every paragraph by a rebel’s sensitivity. His writing has a picaresque quality, unforgettably conjuring images of a continually changing landscape where the only constant is hardship, struggle, and ideological confusion.”
—The Big Issue (London)
“In this skillfully constructed, picaresque memoir, Ma Jian takes us on an absorbing tour of the emotional, intellectual, and sexual travails of China’s Beat Generation in the early 1980s. Red Dust is full of surprising insights into the China that emerged, for better or worse, after the death of Mao.”
—Jonathan D.Spence, author of The Search for Modern China
“This is a beautiful, disturbing read—a new Wild Swans. It is a wonderful book—part Matsuo Basho, part Jung Chang, part allegory—one of those rare travelogues that manages to transcend its subject and evoke the leaf-blown qualities of a peripatetic life. Red Dust is at once a sustained poetic meditation and a portrait of a continent-sized nation in flux. From its pages China’s landscape emerges with filmic clarity. Ma Jian’s Chinese journey and his writing are an exhilarating combination.”
—The Observer (London)
“If you have time to read only one book on China this year, choose Red Dust.”
—Financial Times (London)
“Red Dust is a tour de force, a powerfully picaresque cross between the sort of travel book any Western author would give his eye-teeth to write and a disturbing confession. Ma’s dissidence is at once idiosyncratic and conservative. He does not want China propelled into an American future; he seeks greater freedoms but refuses to believe such freedoms add up to anything much in the material world.”
—The Independent (London)
About the Author
Product details
- Publisher : Pantheon; First Edition (November 6, 2001)
- Language : English
- Hardcover : 336 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0375420592
- ISBN-13 : 978-0375420597
- Item Weight : 1.33 pounds
- Dimensions : 6.5 x 1 x 9.75 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #2,703,367 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #707 in General China Travel Guides
- Customer Reviews:
Important information
To report an issue with this product, click here.
About the authors

Discover more of the author’s books, see similar authors, read author blogs and more

Discover more of the author’s books, see similar authors, read author blogs and more
Customer reviews
Customer Reviews, including Product Star Ratings help customers to learn more about the product and decide whether it is the right product for them.
To calculate the overall star rating and percentage breakdown by star, we don’t use a simple average. Instead, our system considers things like how recent a review is and if the reviewer bought the item on Amazon. It also analyzed reviews to verify trustworthiness.
Learn more how customers reviews work on Amazon-
Top reviews
Top reviews from the United States
There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later.
He describes it all for us as he sees it for himself. The revelations of life in Communist China are nothing short of shocking. over the decades- even the centuries- we have known of the strife with the Chinese people. Since the end of World War II, China has been controllled by the communist Party. They have attained Global recognition for their boistrous economy but we learn through this book (And Ma Jian's subsequent book, "The Dark Road") that absoluitely none of this wealth "trickles down" to the people. the conditions under which they live is horrific and the stpories we face and the people whom we meet will linger in your mind forever.
Ma Jian managed to escape to Hong Kong with his notebooks and some photographs and, prior to the 100 year hand off of Hong Kong back to China, he managed to escape to Great Britain, where he still l;ives today. He lives with a woman named Flora Drew who is his translator and deserves a good deal of the credit for this remarkable book. The opening pages teaches us about basic Chinese words, symbols, names and provides us with a current map. To take these symbols (each one is a syllable sound) and transfer not just the meaning but the essence of his thoughts is by no means the same as translating from a romance Language. Flora's work is not to be understated.
It's impossible to get to the end of this book and not feel very strongly about our own position regarding all of China, it;s government and the millions and millions who have died in the name of freedom, the millions of unborn who were forcefully aborted by the governement when their mother was "arrested" (abducted) on the street. We l;earn that the rules are different for Urban and Rural dwellers- the word citizen can;t be used because more than half the population of China is denied pfficial papers and are not "legal."
How can a human being be illegal?
Ma Jian tells us how. "Red Dust":is his journey through China, through dialects and traditions, through secret love and secret traditions, through books and music they aren;t permitted to read (A fine of 300 yuan for possessing a copy of "Catcher In The Rye" or John Barry's "Titanic" Theme).
The Chinese Government has done all it could to keep this book from making it to press here in the West and is, for them, a great embarrasement. Ma Jian lives in Great Britain under the same fear that Salaman Rushdie lives in Great Britain. If the wrong person ghets close enough to either author, they're a dead man. At the same time, The Party IS able to control the distributiln of this book to the 1.3 billion people who live within it's borders. Any person caughtr with a copy of this book is sentenced to fifteen years in prison.
Given all of this, how can you resist the small price that we, as Americans, pay for the opportunities between the covers of this book?
There were large parts of "Red Dust" that I enjoyed. It was interesting to read about the growing counterculture after the Cultural Revolution. Ma's world is full of long-haired poets, musicians, and artists, all of whom are discontent with their lives in Beijing. Ma spends large parts of the book thinking about these friends and writing to them with a longing, and this was off-putting, as was Ma's constant womanizing.
When he comes across different ethnic groups, Ma describes them with old language that at times borders on racism. While he sympathizes with their poverty, he also frequently refers to other ethnic groups as savages. For example, the Lahu are head-hunters, the Miao are hot-headed, and the Tibetans are spiritually void capitalists. He even helps set up an unironic "ethnic zoo" with his friends in the middle of a large city park during his travels.
I liked the geographic descriptions and reading about the bus stations. Unfortunately, I didn't find his personal thoughts to be revelatory. In addition, I was disappointed that Ma skipped over important tracts of his journeys where he was lecturing at universities and making money in other ways.
Ma Jian's early life as a Red Guard is mentioned but not discussed, as is his professional life as a government employee - he worked as a photographer for a state-run propaganda newspaper. I wish he explored the contradiction between that life and his criticism of the surveillance state.
I read that "Red Dust" is fictionalized. I don't know which parts are completely fiction. Several times he almost dies, such as when he wanders through a desert, gets swept up in a tropical river, and is robbed but ends up befriending and then robbing the thieves. I suspect some of these are fictionalized.

