Western Frontiers Past: The 200-Year Family Memory of the Last Prince of Xinjiang

Author: Xu Fulu
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Publish Date: 2006-09-01
Features: The mystery of the Western Regions and the depth of history cast an enigmatic cultural and humanistic significance over this war story, which follows the history of an ancient Uyghur royal family. As we immerse ourselves in it, we may experience the unique spiritual charm of the work in a rich sense of disorientation. – Zhu Qiangxian (Renowned military literature critic)
A good novel is like a rare metal, often hidden in remote places unknown to many. A great writer is like an explorer, enduring the wind and rain, persistent in their quest. In the process, some may die in the wilderness, while others stumble upon a stone and, with a sudden flash of inspiration, a new land blooms with brilliance, giving birth to a remarkable novel. Xu Fulu writes novels infrequently, yet he has spent ten years patiently honing his craft, and his novels are truly outstanding. – Xu Guixiang (Renowned military-themed literature writer, author of The Sky of History)
The war between the Western Region royal family and the Qing Empire, a rare historical account, comes to life through the vivid descriptions of military writer Xu Fulu. Each page unfolds a grand and magnificent scroll, steeped in historical legend and romantic, bloody. Reading about the Western Regions, specifically the history, geography, religion, wars, and the memories of a family that has slept for over 200 years – all of this is a satisfying and eagerly anticipated spiritual journey. – Liu Liangcheng (Renowned essayist, author of A Village of One)
The vast and mysterious western region of China has been shrouded in a bloody story for 200 years. When the sound of the Qing army's hooves stirred the ethereal spirits of the Junggar Plain, an inevitable human tragedy was set in motion. The treacherous submission and betrayal of the brothers Dawa and Duyar, the fluctuating policy of leniency and conquest by Emperor Qianlong, the ancient family, the ancient religion, and the ancient grievances – all were forged in the fiery clashes across the northern and southern foothills of the Tian Shan into a mournful melody of the Muqam.
The desperate screams of a child on the city walls of Kuche, the furious accusations of a mother by the banks of the Yarkand River, the tears of the Ili moved by justice, the struggles and advances of marching armies – all became chapters of intense passion, now like smoke in the past. Through the gentle narration of the last prince of Xinjiang, Dawuti Mahsuti, history has finally gently lifted a corner. Those scarred loves and hates, carrying the marks of time, are now slowly approaching us.