The Guardian, March 03, 2001
It was the Paris of the East, the commercial hub of the Orient and
the place where Mao Zedong and comrades founded the Communist party. Margot Fonteyn learned to dance here, Auden and Isherwood
inspected the nightlife and the Japanese forced the city to join the Empire of the Sun. Ultra-red Maoists declared a people's
commune here and the Gang of Four made it their base. Shanghai has always been in the vanguard of change and since the death
of Mao it has changed radically again.
The Observer: March 17, 2002
The hostess at the door of the Duomo Club, Shanghai's latest smart
drinking place, is dressed in a nun's habit with a silver cross hanging from her neck. Next to the bar a stained-glass panel
vividly depicts the Crucifixion. "Our boss thinks it adds to the atmosphere. We are supposed to look like a cathedral."
The Guardian, June 08, 2002
When the smart policewoman came cycling down our lane last week,
I complained about the huge pile of rubbish across from our door. She asked me if I knew how it started, but I wasn't going
to shop any neighbours. We settled for the usual euphemism: it must have been people "from outside."
The Guardian, September 24, 2002
I found out about Yan's suicide only because someone I happened
to meet in the lane told me the story. This person was a child at the time - one can just imagine how the local kids flocked
to watch the scene.
"The Red Guards came to her front door with their Little Red Books,"
the witness recalls, "and called her out. 'Who should be overthrown?' they shouted. She stood with her head bowed: 'I must
be overthrown,' she replied."
The Guardian, November 02, 2002
I hadn't been to the little shops on Ulumuqi Road for quite
some time, but we needed a stiff broom, the kind with twigs strapped to a length of bamboo. It is also a good place for cheap
extension cables, curtain fittings, picture cord, odd tools - the bits and pieces for which you might otherwise search the
whole of Shanghai.
Guardian Unlimited, April 15, 2003
Xinchang has somehow survived, deep into the once-rural suburbs of
Pudong (new Shanghai), past the stuccoed villa estates, the joint venture factories, the roadside karaoke bars and the masonry
shops selling stone lions.Tourist bus No 2 passes close by on the modern high road to Nanhui.
We wander down a small lane under wooden balconies draped with quilts
airing in the sun. An elderly couple sit on wooden stools cutting out silver-paper decorations. A fine tortoiseshell cat snoozes
on a pile of bricks.