Intrigue in Chongqing
One day, in the early ’80s, at the Graduate School of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences in Beijing, I was playing Ping-Pong, brandishing my favorite red Double Happiness racket with exceptional speed and spin, trouncing schoolmates both known and unknown to me. As I was about to leave, a tall one asked if he could borrow my premium racket, and I agreed. That was the only encounter between me and Bo Xilai. I remember it not because his father was one of the most powerful Communist Party seniors in the Forbidden City but because he never returned the racket.
After graduation, I moved to the United States and eventually began writing detective stories set in Shanghai.… Seguir leyendo »