Summary Report on trip to Beijing, China (21 May 1997 - 10 June 1997)

Meeting People: Mrs. Jiang Wenye

Cathy Chan's introduction got me a meeting with Mrs. Jiang Wenye (Wu Yunzhen) on my very first day in Beijing. Jiang Wenye (1910-1983) was one of the vanguard of contemporary Chinese music. Born in Taiwan and schooled in Japan (Taiwan was then a colony of Japan), he eventually settled in Beijing. As professor of composition at the Central Conservatory, his modern and forward-looking compositional techniques are astonishingly advanced even in retrospect today. Unfortunately, because of his affiliations to Japan and Taiwan, he and his family suffered greatly during the Cultural Revolution.

A woman who carried herself with dignity and poise, Mrs. Jiang met me at the gates of the Conservatory and received me warmly into her home with special maojian tea. We took an instant liking to each other and chatted for hours before her daughter, Xiaoyun, came home for lunch and we dined at the Conservatory's cafeteria.

I was to return several more times to sip maojian tea with Mrs. Jiang and chat about everything under the sun. I learnt that there was no such thing as a personal question in China. Boundaries, like personal space, do not exist here. She wanted to know everything about me: Why was I here? How old was I? Was I married? Why not? In turn, she generously shared everything about her life with me. She told me about how she met her husband, their romantic moments by the lake right after the first snowfall, her husband's generosity towards his children, his love for life and photography, her refusal to meet the various important officials that her friends tried to fix her up with after his death, her daughter's marriage, her son's struggle with depression. I felt like we had known each other for years, to be entrusted with all this personal information.


Mdm Wu Yunzhen, standing in front of a portrait of her deceased husband, composer Jiang Wenye (a.k.a. Bunya Koh) © EC 1997.

I never felt her many questions to be intrusive or callous. Perhaps I sensed that she was genuinely interested and shared equally, listening with the same intensity as when she spoke. I grew to greatly respect her honesty and the inner peace that emanated from her whole being in spite of her troubles.

Mrs. Jiang lent me music scores of her favorite works by her husband. One of them he had composed as a gift to her when they first met. I made xerox copies of all this music. The day before I left, I saw her one last time. My last memory was of her standing on the steps of her apartment building, sending me off with tears in her eyes.





EC © 4 August 1997. Modified Wed Sep 10 13:12:10 EDT 1997.