2008/04/06

Historifandom: Musou (Part 1)

The other day I called home and had a slightly disheartening conversation with my kid brother:

ME: ...so, yeah, I'm doing Asian history.
BROTHER: (shocked) Asian history?
ME: Chinese in particular.
BROTHER: ChiNESE?

If I knew he could understand the joke, I'd call him a 汉奸. Oh well.

Now, kid brother is one of those chilluns who began gaming almost as soon as he could sit up unassisted. He adores RTS (real-time strategy) and turn-based games incorporating historical settings, such as Rome: Total War. But his first reaction, and, I think, that of a lot of people, is that history (and by extension historians) are inherently and irrevocably boring; the older the period, the more boring--yeah, yeah.

ME: But you campaign against the Celts and Germans every night, don't you? Isn't that cool?
BROTHER: (grudgingly) ...I guess so.

Second bias everyone's heard of: historical Asians are totally, like, boring! All Analects and test-taking and repression and famines, not to mention confusing names. Asian history's pretty dull as it's taught in East Asia, too (I can only speak for the PRC of the 90s, but somehow I doubt there's been much progress there or elsewhere in the neighborhood away from memorizing endless lists of names and filling in blanks therewith).

But some fanchildren out there know this ain't so, and in fact revel in making history (even premodern Asian history) their fandom. Of course, Asian historifandom's more common in Asia, but with the rise, especially since the mid-1990s, of North-American "otaku" culture that revels in all things Japanese (a topic that requires more updated research, for sure), there's a brand of unabashedly fannish, distinctly Asian pop culture that's begun to infiltrate the American market, which merges the historio-mythological with the sheer distorting glee of fandom in a whole new way.

In particular, there's Koei's Musou series, which began with the heroes of the Three Kingdoms (Sangoku Musou--Dynasty Warriors in English; the first was released in 1997), then recently added a new line about the Sengoku Jidai (Sengoku Musou/Samurai Warriors, first released in 2004). Unlike the Total War series, the Musou games are far less concerned with historical accuracy--indeed, the whole point of my posting on the games (apart from being obsessed with them, cough cough) is that they sell by deliberately distorting history. Emphasis on deliberately, because the characters are still recognizable, and, like in Total War, the player can choose to reenact documented battles and events. Other than that, at first glance the games seem to have taken rather little from recorded history. Have a look at this picture of Oda Nobunaga, as he appears in Sengoku Musou 2:
For comparison's sake, a more old-school rendering:

There's something fascinating about this contrast, for me anyway. Without knowing that the top image depicted a character named Oda Nobunaga, could anyone actually recognize him? Possibly. The Musou series' heroes are condensed symbols of their historical identities, in the same way that other forms of popular culture have reduced the complexities of heroes of history and myth into distinctive visual archetypes. Take Guan Yu for example. Here's a screencapture from a Chinese serial drama (Lord Guan's on the far left):
And as he appears in Peking Opera:

And finally, as seen in the latest Sangoku Musou game (released in the US just a month or two ago):
He's got the green color scheme, the "beautiful beard," and of course the 800-jin Blue Dragon Knife, just like the Romance of the Three Kingdoms says! Now, Nobunaga's case seems more extreme, probably because Nobunaga's a much more recent personality with less symbolic detritus (no Romance of the Sengoku Jidai)to link his identity to his appearance, or maybe because Koei's a Japanese company more at ease with distorting Japanese historical figures. Nonetheless, his purple-and-black look, the decadent feather ruff, the European cuirass, and the lightsaber do make sense. Missionary Jesuits were active in Nobunaga's time, and he made pragmatic use of them against his rivals, as opposed to his successors Hideyoshi and Tokugawa Ieyasu, who banned Christianity and began persecutions of converted Japanese, fearing the destabilizing potential of this imported faith. This Jesuit connection might explain the armor and cape. Nobunaga's ruthlessness and self-aggrandizement as "demon-king" (魔王, maou), whether factual or apocryphal, contributes to his evil-overlord look.

And does anyone really learn anything from this? Well, for one, that gross historical distortion (henceforth GHD) can show how the mythos of history, particularly that surrounding people, is formed and perpetuated, even in such 'crass" venues as video games. Moreover, the fact that the Musou games are popular and profitable (Koei's up to the 6th Sangoku Musou release in the US, just put out a "tactical" version of Sengoku Musou in summer 2007, and churned out Musou Orochi, a mind- and timeline-boggling combo of San- and Sengoku, last winter) reflects intriguingly on the consumers' side of historical production, too. The "hack-n-slash" gameplay, as most game review sites point out, is incredibly repetitive between new installments of the series; the cast of characters also remain generally the same. So there's something else gripping about the content--its appeal to historifandom's "historifantasies" through its reimagination and repackaging of these "boring" long-dead people into "awesome" heroes.

Sometime in the future I'd like to talk more about the sexualities at work in the Musou historifandom, the "alternate history" appeal of Musou Orochi, and of course more in depth on why and how the Musou characters are "awesome" in a specfically historifandom way.

2008/04/05

I'm 太白金星!

I'm not sure how much hope I've usually associated with 太白金星 (the immortal Morningstar) in the past. He's always seemed to be the heavenly enforcer, antagonizing the Monkey King all over the place. But I suppose it's a good card to draw at this particular juncture.


You are The Star


Hope, expectation, Bright promises.


The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised


The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.


What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

2008/04/04

17th-century sex education

I got a very pretty edition of Bian er chai (弁而钗)from the library, thinking I'd need it for my thesis, but all I ended up doing was reading two of the four standalone sections, namely "Chaste Love"(情贞) and "Chivalrous Love"(情侠), for fun. [The edition in question is part of a series of erotic xiaoshuo, Si wu xie hui bao, published by a joint Taiwanese-French venture, btw.]

What really tickled me were the frequent interjections from the commentator, which are to me best described as those of a "seventeenth-century literatus fanboy." I'm sure this, er, epithet will strike about zero of the people who actually work with Bian er chai as serious or even accurate, but...well, I should probably let others decide. Starting today I'll post some translated bits of the text with commentary here, and if anyone ever reads them they can sort out the fanboy-or-not question hirself. [NB: no translations of the text into English exist, as far as I'm aware. All the better because my rendition can't get compared to real professionals'!]

To assure you, dear hypothetical reader, that I'm not in this for prurient ends (alone), I should add some FYI about BEC first. Its author is known only as "West Lake-Drunk Master Moon Heart" (醉西湖心月主人); he put out another erotic anthology called the Yi chun xiang zhi (宜春香质, "Fragrance from the Court of Spring"). BEC's full name is Bi geng shan fang bian er chai (笔耕山房弁而钗), "Cap and Hairpin of the Bigeng Mountain Room," and was published late in the Ming dynasty, during the reign of Emperor Chongzhen (r. 1627-1644). The commentator called himself "Resisting Heaven is Futile Daoist Ha-ha " (奈何天呵呵道人--I know the translation sounds like Babelfish, but it's the best I could do). Master Moon-Heart wrote in baihua, or vernacular Chinese.

Now that I've gotten some kind of gesture toward edification out of the way, let me begin the first installment:

Chapter the First: The Interested Hanlin Scholar Disguises Himself to Seek a Friend; The Charming Student Shows Himself a Hero.

The tale goes that there was a student in Yangzhou prefecture, Jiangdu county, who was named Zhao Wangsun, with the courtesy name Zijian. He was fifteen, with delicate, long eyebrows and bright, quick eyes. (Daoist Ha-ha: Nice portrait.) His hair was black as if painted and hung to his shoulders. His face was pale as if powdered, and his lips red as if rouged. His teeth were white and his flesh glowing. Even an immortal would probably be not much better than this. All who saw him were bewitched.

But student Zhao was also a diligent student who had all the classics at his command, and was ambitious, so he never interacted with devious people. (Daoist Ha-ha: Good means of self-preservation.) ...[cold young master Zhao goes to attend a private school headed by one Master Qin, and is assigned a room.] After meeting his Master and hearing the strict rules of the school, student Zhao returned to his room, which was quite tidy and pleasing. Satisfied, he murmured to himself, "Now I'll be free of those lewd companions for good." (Daoist Ha-ha: Not necessarily.) ...

[Enter one hotshot Hanlin scholar, Mr. Feng, who happens to also "love the man-route." Cute Wangsun bumps into his procession one day, and there's some mutual glancing.] That Hanlin sitting on the sedan-chair was not more than twenty years old, in black-satin cap, white-soled boots, blue robe and silver belt, his face as jade and his gaze as autumn water. (Daoist Ha-ha: Like a picture.) Suddenly catching sight of student Zhao, who sparkled blindingly, the Hanlin's soul quickly vacated his flesh. He thought, "What kind of old crone gave birth to a pleasing little piece like this?"
...
[As the Hanlin and his servant-boy "Fragrance" engage in the first sex scene of the book:]
Fragrance cried out, "Sir, harder. Inside it doesn't hurt, doesn't itch, isn't sore, isn't numb--I don't know what it is, but it's uncomfortable." (Daoist Ha-ha: The Western Nirvana-paradise has appeared.) ... The lewd fluids" burst from Fragrance. (Daoist Ha-ha: Marvelous.)

Okay, I think that makes the point pretty well.

Next time, I will bring you the Joys of the "Rear Courtyard." Stay tuned!

Obligatory self-introduction

Welcome to String between Pearls, in which I (would-be gender historian of imperial China, blithering fanchild, and specfic writer wannabe) plan to wax verbose about things historical, gender-y, and cultural; fandom, and intersections thereof. I am the happy reader of a number of delightful medievalists' blogs, but it seems to me that there is a lack of Asian studies counterparts out there--I mean lighthearted ones. Serious blogs, there are quite a few. But sometimes I just want to talk about Tokugawa Ieyasu using a "cannon spear" in the hack-and-slash video game Sengoku Musou, or how the seventeenth-century collection Bian er chai details the ins-and-outs (pun intended) of anal sex... and so here I shall.