I started an immersive new Chinese novel last night, Chen Qiufan’s Waste Tide. This caught my eye on p. 31 (as did Dante in the original on p. 30): “They were confused as to why this well-dressed laowai would appear here, like some vision of Jesus of Nazareth passing through waves of heat, clouds of toxic miasma, & streets full of filth.”
D. L. Dusenbury 