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Silk and Song is the story of Marco Polo's
granddaughter, Johanna, traveling the Silk
Road west from China to England during the years of 1322-1327, picking
up strays and making enemies along the way and ending by helping a king
to his throne. Before it's a romance (although it is that), before it's
history (although it's that, too), Silk and Song is a road trip. Think
Route 66, with camels instead of a Corvette. Speaking of which...
One day, I think it was outside Kuche, or maybe Kashgar, we called for a
pit stop. Our driver pulled over at the side of this dry riverbed and
we
all got out and looked for a convenient boulder. I was crouched on the
edge of this dry river bed,
trying not to pee on my pants, when movement caught the corner of my
eye. I looked up to see this herd of camels stroll by. Camels are pretty
much responsible for the central Asian
trade routes developed in 8th century B.C. The wheel had been long in
evidence by then, of course, but there were no roads to support wheeled
vehicles. Behold the camel, specifically the Bactrian or two-humped
camel. Its thick coat insulated it from extreme temperatures, it could
go forever on a pint of water, it was sure-footed on unmaintained
trails in mountain and desert, and a single Bactrian camel could carry
up to 500 pounds. So, yeah, Johanna rides North Wind most of the way,
but the camel carried the freight that bought his feed.
The silk in Silk Road and, yes, those silks are as blinding to the eye
as they are to the camera. As she was displaying her wares to us, the
muzzein sounded the call
to prayer. She held up a hand, laid aside her silks, got out her prayer
rug, and knelt facing east to do her prayers. After which, she rose back
to her feet, folded her rug and put it away, and resumed business as
usual. I thought of her when I wrote the market scene in Kashgar.
Me
among the fruit and nuts at the market in Yarkent. (Avoid the obvious
comment.) I love markets, supermarkets, farmers markets, street fairs.
Markets are where you see what people are making and buying and
selling. People are talking and laughing and shouting out prices and
exchanging sotto voce comments with each other on how much they got for
that carpet and those chairs and commiserating over the fluctuating
price of a glass of pomegranate juice. There’s a guy making
rivets from snippets of soft tin, right across the street from another
guy shoeing a donkey, right next to a dentist’s office where you can
stand in the doorway and watch the him extract a tooth. Markets are
where you see how the people in that place in that time
really live their lives. It's no accident that Silk and Song is a road
trip interrupted by markets from Kashgar to Venice to Chartres to
Ludlow.
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