Review | Book review: Shanghai Grand – a doomed dystopia distilled in three characters

Shanghai Grand: Forbidden Love and International Intrigue in a Doomed World by Taras Grescoe St Martin’s Press Shanghai in the late 1930s perhaps comes closest to the sci-fi dystopias beloved of Hollywood, full of gilded, sophisticated inhabitants cut off from wasted badlands, served by an abject underclass living as far from the light of day as it does from the consciousness of its masters. Inside the self-policed boundaries of Shanghai’s International Settlement and its French Concession lay both one of the greatest concentrations of wealth on the face of the planet and some of the most sordid scenes of human misery. The taipans of British, American, French, Japanese and other stock who controlled and owned the wealth of Shanghai lived hedonistic lives of truly decadent luxury. For the wealthy, life was sweet, as Noël Coward, who passed through in 1930 and wrote Private Lives while laid up with influenza in a suite in the Cathay Hotel, remembered. “I entered the social whirl of Shanghai with zest,” he wrote. “There were lots of parties and Chinese dinners and general cosmopolitan junketings, which, while putting a slight strain on our lingual abilities, in no way dampened our spirits. We found some charming new friends ... with whom we visited many of the lower and gayer haunts of the city.” Bringing Shanghai’s historic industrial heart back to life Outside the foreign-controlled settlement, life was far worse. The notorious magus Aleister Crowley, surely one of the least squeamish Englishmen of his day, could stomach neither the settlement nor the Chinese city, the oyster, as it were, that surrounded the pearl of the settlement. He wrote of “the sordid scramble of the foreign settlement of Shanghai” and added: “I could not so much as indulge in a saunter through the native city.” Until the Japanese took control in late 1941, the foreign business community in Shanghai continued to party as if the world would never end, made richer, if anything, by the growing profits their firms were reaping in the war-torn interior and by the increased rents they could extract from the hapless four million Chinese now crammed into the festering accommodation they controlled. As the rich partied, around them the war raged. Christopher Isherwood’s diary gives a flavour of this bizarre world: “If you want girls, or boys, you can have them, at all prices, in the bath houses and the brothels. If you want opium you can smoke it in the best company, served on a tray, like afternoon tea. [The British ambassador’s party is] ‘a beautifully contrived charade […] somewhere, out in the suburb, machine guns are rattling. You can hear them all day long […] The International Settlement and the French Concession form an island, an oasis in the midst of the stark, frightful wilderness which was once the Chinese city.” This is the world vividly conjured up by Canadian journalist and writer Taras Grescoe in his new book Shanghai Grand: Forbidden Love and International Intrigue in a Doomed World. Grescoe’s subtitle is somewhat misleading, as his book is, in fact, a quadruple biography. According to Harold Acton, “everywhere in Shanghai one jostled adventures and rubbed shoulders with people who had no idea how extraordinary they were; the extraordinary had become ordinary; the freakish commonplace.” Grescoe proves him right by focusing a spotlight upon three of the most extraordinary of the city’s denizens. His fourth subject is Shanghai itself, a city he clearly loves and knows deeply. The Cathay Hotel was the most luxurious hotel in the Orient and it stood, prominent on its famous Bund, at the heart of Shanghai. It still stands, although now it is the Peace Hotel. The hotel is also at the heart of Grescoe’s book, the palace where its characters meet and their lives intertwine. The hotel’s builder, the fabulously wealthy Sir Victor Sassoon, makes the first of Grescoe’s subjects. Descendant of a Baghdad Jewish family that had made a fortune in trade and manufacturing across the British empire, Sassoon was a canny businessman and rentier, one of the richest men in the city. He was also a playboy who built and ran the best nightclub in a town renowned for its nightlife. He collected beautiful and amusing women to enliven his leisure hours. One of these was the globetrotting Jewish American writer Emily “Mickey” Hahn, a wild and uninhibited girl from St Louis who arrived in Shanghai in 1935 and was almost immediately picked up by Sir Victor. She was a beauty; Harold Acton described her as “Emily Hahn, like a voluptuous figure from a Moroccan mellah”. Hahn, who is Grescoe’s second major subject, had not intended to stay more than a few weeks in the city but ended up remaining there until 1940. Book review: Shanghai’s Street of Eternal Happiness Shanghai helped make her reputation, which, although she is much forgotten now, was enormous in America in the middle years of the 20th century. Her journalism and books on the city and on China were widely read. She was most famous for The Soong Sisters, a joint biography of the most prominent Chinese women of the day, the wives of Sun Yat Sen, Chiang Kai-shek and the latter’s finance minister, H. H. Kung. This she wrote after a hazardous journey through a China ravaged by war to interview all three women. Hahn was one of the small group of writers who opened the eyes of America to the plight of China in the 1930s and 1940s – writers like Pearl Buck, whose stories of rural China for the first time humanised the population of the country in the eyes of the west; Edgar Snow, whose works about Chinese communism informed the left wing consciences of the West for decades; and Hahn herself, who wrote of educated, cultured and internationalised Chinese intellectuals and the urban middle classes. Smuggler, general, journalist - the China exploits of a British adventurer One of her frequent subjects was her own lover, the poet and publisher Zau Sinmay (Shao Xunmei), whom she christened “Mr Pan” in the series of short stories she wrote about him for the New Yorker. Zau, whose concubine Hahn became and who introduced her to opium, is the third focus of Grescoe’s account. He is perhaps the most attractive figure in the book, but also the most tragic. Abandoned by Hahn, his life and work destroyed by war and by the Communists, Zau was imprisoned for attempting to get a letter out of China to Hahn. He died in 1968, unappreciated and in poverty. Littering Grescoe’s account are many other unlikely, eccentric, even alarming characters; Morris “Two Gun” Cohen, the Cockney Jew who became a Nationalist bodyguard and general; “Big-Eared” Du Yuesheng, the opium lord appointed by Chiang Kai-shek to suppress the opium trade; Mickey Hahn’s lover and eventual husband, the British intelligence officer and scholar Charles Boxer; and the American socialite Bernadine Szold-Fritz, whose parties mixing East and West in Shanghai brought together all those in Grescoe’s story. All take their place upon Grescoe’s Shanghai stage. The city permeates everything in this book. The Asian Review of Books

Review | Book review: Shanghai Grand – a doomed dystopia distilled in three characters

Taras Grescoe tells story of decadence and desperation in late 1930s Shanghai through the lives of writer Emily Hahn and her lover, Shao Xunmei, hotelier Victor Sassoon and his Cathay Hotel