I Wanted To Analyse And Understand How

The Beijing Olympics Represent China's Grand Entrance Onto The World Stage And Confirmation Of Its New Superpower Status.

Red Dust Was About The Late 1980s; It Was A Time Of Burgeoning Hopes And Opening Up And People Searching For New Ways.

In 1989, I Was On Tiananmen Square With The Students, Living In Their Makeshift Tents And Joining Their Jubilant Singing Of The Internationale. In The Two Decades Since, Each Time That I Have Gone Back, Visions From Those Days Seem To Return With Increasing Persistence.

In February Of This Year I Returned To China To Research My Next Book. The Authorities Know About The Novels Of Mine That Have Been Published In The West, Including The Latest One, Beijing Coma, About A Student Shot In Tiananmen Square, But So Far Have Allowed Me To Return.

Only When You Are Aware Of The Uniqueness Of Everyones Individual Body Will You Begin To Have A Sense Of Your Own Self-worth.