
The book collected comics written in 1948 - Sanmao is a hard-scrappin' young kid, much in the mode of young heroes from early American comics. The difference is that the world Sanmao inhabits is much rougher and violent. If I may start off by showing the last page of the book, it shows Sanmao in the middle of a chaotic Shanghai, surrounded by rioting protesters, violent police, suicide and self-destruction, and general degeneracy:

Which is the general theme of the comic. Sanmao in more modern incarnations is a healthy but mischievous child, he menaces like Dennis and rides rockets to the moon and experiences Chinese history first-hand and boring things like that. In these older strips, though, he's barely getting by, in a world gone wrong. I love this following comic. It's so funny, about a subject that is so completely sad:

It's probably obvious, but those signs are price tags.
Sanmao starts out the comic as a war orphan, his benefactor killed in a battle between the Communists and the Kuomintang. Coming to Shanghai, he finds himself ignored by a generally resentful city:

Or even worse, treated as a pawn in some money-making scheme, by low-level scamsters who are themselves just trying to get by:

These comics were written after WWII but before Communism, and are very much aligned with then-current themes of Chinese Communism. San Mao's good heart and poverty is constantly contrasted against the disgusting wealth and complete selfishness of the rich:

While US soldiers, having defeated the Japanese forces only three years earlier, were depicted as brutal, ape-like alcoholics:


2 comments:
Good article, terrific graphics -- thanks for putting up the pictures that speak a thousand words
Dear TC, this picture storybook is the first book mom bought for me at Chinatown when accompanying her to acquire pieces of jades to trade. I like to think it affected me alot because I remembered I cried reading it. I think it was my first lesson, a deep one, about empathy and kindness. It probably shaped how would treat others, especially the less fortunate. I think no one would go away reading without learning how to see the world in it complexity and understand the other person and his or her circumstances. I kept the book for many years but along the way it got lost. I managed to buy one in later years for keepsake and still have it with me. A treasure on ny bookshelf. TK
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