{"product_id":"english-isbn-9780143116547","title":"English","description":"\u003cb\u003e\"I loved this book and can't stop talking about it. . . . Transcendent.\" —Carolyn See, \u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In the tradition of \u003ci\u003eBalzac\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eand the\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eLittle Chinese Seamstress\u003c\/i\u003e, Wang Gang's \u003ci\u003eEnglish \u003c\/i\u003eis a captivating coming-of-age novel about the power of language to launch a journey of self-discovery. When a new teacher—a tall, elegantly dressed man from Shanghai carrying an English dictionary under his arm—comes to Urumqi, the capital of China's far west region of Xinjiang, twelve-year-old Love Liu turns away from Chairman Mao's little red book and toward the teacher's big blue book for answers to his most pressing questions about love and life. But as a whole new world begins to open up for him, Love Liu must face a test more challenging than any he'll take in the classroom.\u003cb\u003eOne of \u003ci\u003eThe Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e's Two Best Works of Fiction of the Year about Asia \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Refreshing . . . Anyone who has dreamed for something bigger in life will relate to the story.\" \u003cb\u003e—Lijia Zhang, \u003ci\u003eThe Wall Street Journal Asia\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Equally tender and searing . . . More than any other book I've read about Communist China, \u003ci\u003eEnglish\u003c\/i\u003e conveys a sense of the time and place with clarity, authenticity and compassion.\"  \u003cb\u003e—Tiffany Lee-Youngren, \u003ci\u003eThe San Diego Union-Tribune\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Deftly explores the politics of language during those treacherous times.\" \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eTravel + Leisure\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \"Its story-telling and its narrative are both straightforward and clear . . . allow[ing] the drama of the story to open up naturally, unpretentiously . . . and yet also to crescendo into a \u003ci\u003etour de force\u003c\/i\u003e of a conclusion. . . . [The translators'] English—and their \u003ci\u003eEnglish\u003c\/i\u003e—is as fluid and conversational as Wang Gang's Chinese.\"  \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Rain Taxi\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"A fascinating and loving portrait of a painful childhood full of fond memories [that] allows us to glimpse the humanity we all have in common. For that reason, the book does what good literature should always do.\" \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eThe Quarterly Conversation\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"A heart-wrenching coming-of-age story during one of the most tumultuous periods of modern history.\" \u003cb\u003e—BookDragon\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"A '\u003ci\u003eCatcher in the Rye\u003c\/i\u003e in China.' . . . This book's style reminded me of \u003ci\u003eWaiting\u003c\/i\u003e, the 1999 National Book Award-winning novel by Ha Jin. . . . I truly enjoyed this book.\" \u003cb\u003e—Minnesota Reads\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"This compelling coming-of-age novel . . . paints a vivid picture of what life was like during the Cultural Revolution, with paranoia, suspicion, and distrust informing every relationship, even the closest ones.\" \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"The pure friendship between the teenage boy and his English teachers is movingly beautiful; the depiction of the intellectuals of that particular period cuts to the bone. I highly recommend it.\" \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Mo Yan, winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eWang Gang\u003c\/b\u003e based \u003ci\u003eEnglish\u003c\/i\u003e on his experiences growing up in the Xinjiang region in China's far west. He now lives in Beijing and is the author of a number of critically acclaimed novels as well as the screenplays for two enormously popular Chinese films. \u003ci\u003eEnglish\u003c\/i\u003e is his first novel to be translated into English, and rights have been sold around the world.\u003cp\u003eI\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAround May of that year, the city of Ürümchi was bathing happily in the sunlight cascading down from the Tianshan Mountains. Like a fluttering snowflake, I drifted into the classroom, then sat down and stared out at the snow and the sun. Ürümchi’s often like that: Sunlight mingled with snowflakes splashes right onto your face. This was springtime in Ürümchi, when you know-it-alls from the other side of the pass have already begun to tire of looking at your peach blossoms and your open fields.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNo one called out for us to stand when Ahjitai walked in. The classroom was like the wilds by a river, and we were buzzing little insects. Ahjitai walked forward a few steps. Garbage Li cried out, and our eyes all turned toward our teacher.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWe hadn’t expected Ahjitai would actually come.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI had put her chances at less than 50 percent.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAhjitai stood on the podium, tears running down her face as she got ready to speak.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYou should have figured out already that all the boys were sad that day because Ahjitai was leaving. She was beautiful, her skin snowy white—she was a “double turner.” I should explain: “Double turner” is a term from Ürümchi that means the mother is Uyghur and the father Han Chinese, or the other way around.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWe had stopped learning Russian the year before, and from that day we would not be learning Uyghur. We weren’t really interested in  languages. We were interested only in women like Ahjitai. She might have been a teacher, but the curve of her neck and her tears were things I yearned for at dawn much more than the sun.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAhjitai was leaving. Can you imagine what that meant to us?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe scanned the classroom. At that moment all the boys held their breath as if awaiting a verdict. There had recently been rumors about Ahjitai. Someone even said she had boarded a truck and, sitting up front next to the driver, gone to Kashgar, where her mother is from. But rumors are just that. Here she was, standing on the podium, so Garbage Li was right—she would still teach the last class.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAhjitai turned. Chalk in hand, she wrote five words on the blackboard: The Sayings of Chairman Mao.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe’d hardly finished writing when she turned to us and said, “I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave you.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe boys whooped and began to fly about like sparrows. Ahjitai smiled. Whose smile could match hers? Whose lips could compare with hers? Suddenly Garbage Li cried out, “Long live Chairman Mao!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe whole class laughed—even the girls. Then everybody shouted: “Long live, long live Chairman Mao!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAhjitai waited for the clamor to subside, then asked, “You really want to learn Uyghur that much? You want me to stay?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe classroom fell silent. The boys were not interested in any language—not even Chinese, let alone Uyghur—and the girls had hankered for English classes for a long time. Like the first spring rains, English would soon drift over the Tianshan Mountains and fall on the riverbanks of Ürümchi and the swamps of the Seventeen Lakes beside the school.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAhjitai suddenly locked her eyes on mine: “Love Liu, you’re daydreaming. What are you thinking about?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMy face turned red. The whole class was looking at me. I stood up. This was the first time Ahjitai had questioned me like that.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Nothing,” I stammered.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe smiled and asked me to sit down.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI hesitated, then said, “Miss Ah, you—”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’ve told you many times,” she interrupted, “don’t call me Miss Ah. Call me Miss Ahjitai, and from now on just call me Ahjitai. Anyway, I’m not going to be a teacher anymore.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You’re not leaving, are you?” I asked.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I am leaving,” she said. “I’m going to work in commerce.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI sat down wondering what “work in commerce” meant. Did it mean she would work in a shop? Which one?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I want to learn English with you,” Ahjitai said. “I saw your English teacher yesterday. His name is Second Prize Wang.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe boys groaned.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAhjitai smiled. “All right,” she said, “class dismissed.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOur eyes followed her as she walked out. Again I stared at her fair hair as it swayed like lake grass.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt was quiet, very quiet. No one said a word.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eRussian was gone. Uyghur was gone. English was coming.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Penguin Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46299991015653,"sku":"NP9780143116547","price":22.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780143116547.jpg?v=1767726292","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/english-isbn-9780143116547","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}