family fallen on hard times. His grandfather Ts'ao Yin was a hereditary bondservant of the Ch^ng imperial family (by no means a lowly status), and had served as an imperial commis- sioner in Nanjing. But when Hsьeh-cfrin was in his early thir- ties, imperial favor was withdrawn, and the family moved to Beijing to live in slowly deepening poverty; deprived of his expected career in service to the imperial family, he devoted his life to writing his great novel. (Some of the stigma that had earlier attached to writing fiction had worn off by the eigh- teenth century; see Wu Cfreng-en, [36]. Perhaps, too, faced with the collapse of his hopes, Ts'ao Hsьeh-cfrin simply didn't care very much whether his work was respectable or not.) The first eighty chapters circulated in manuscript form during his lifetime, but a complete edition of the book was not published until 1791-92; the last forty chapters seem to have been very heavily edited by the publisher, in part to omit any hint of dan- gerous criticism of the imperial family. The book's transcen- dent qualities immediately won it an admiring readership, and it has been treasured by readers ever since.
even consistent; in outline it might sound like soap opera. What saves it is its literary grace; the authors remarkable abil- ity to observe and describe the intricate details of upper-class life in traditional China; and above ali the psychological depth of the book's characters. Pao-yь and his cousins are not stock figures of melodrama, but rather fully realized human beings with whom the reader readily identifies, even across great gaps of time and culture.
The book's title deserves a moment's attention. The translation "Dream of the Red Chamber" became current in the 1920S, and is now so widely known as to have become standard; and it would be futile to try to change it. But it is worth knowing that
It was probably to avoid using the misleading title "Dream of the Red Chamber" that David Hawkes used the alternate title
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JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAU
Of ali the great writers we have met, including Wordsworth [64] and Milton [45], Rousseau is the most irritating. His