The Winter Station

This book caught my eye in a remainder bookstore catalogue, mainly because it was set in Harbin, Manchuria, where my mother spent her childhood and college years. The action, however, takes place in 1910, a decade before her time and prior to the upheavals of the Russian Revolution and ensuing Civil War.

Based on a real epidemic event, this is an eerily prescient novel, having been published in 2018 just a year before the explosion of Covid-19.

The Baron is a doctor and chief medical examiner for the city of Harbin (spelt Kharbin in the novel) who is alerted to random dead bodies seen in the winter snows, only for them to abruptly vanish before he can discover how they died.

The Baron then embarks on often-delicate dealings with the city’s Russian administrator appointed by the Tsar, General Khorvat, and others in the medical field. As the only doctor who is fluent in Chinese, he plays a valuable role in straddling the deep divisions between the occupying Russians and the Chinese government. He is also married to a young Chinese woman, Li Ju, whom he rescued from a Scots-run orphanage. This puts him at odds with the Russian community who look down on such intimate relationships with the Chinese. His most reliable friend is another doctor, Messonier, who has fallen in love with the only female doctor on the team, Maria Lebedev.

As the snows deepen during a bitter winter in this city at the crossroads of Asia, the dark atmosphere intensifies with every page. There is increasing panic and terror at the seemingly hundred percent death rate with mounting piles of corpses and coffins, and inhumane or failed attempts in quarantine. There is anger in diplomatic wrangling as authorities squabble, complicated by cultural clashes between Chinese superstition and Orthodox religion.

There are graphic scenes of the symptoms of this particular type of plague that may have originated in wild animal furs, involving copious quantities of blood that may be too much for many readers. The friction between the medical experts as to vaccines and treatment also reflects what has been all too common in our recent times. The wearing of masks, gloves, and dowsing oneself in copious quantities of disinfectant permeate every page.

Yet interspersed with all the horror, there is faith and humanity and gentle lyrical passages of prose about Chinese calligraphy – the Baron’s hobby that he is studying with scholar Xiansheng – and finely detailed tea ceremonies overseen by Chang, the dwarf doorman from Churin’s department store.

This is a complex book that is not for the faint-hearted, yet it is also soulful and utterly compelling, especially as it reflects the current world pandemic which ironically also started in China and has produced so much fear and misinformation, yet given witness to incredible dedication and sacrifice by those in the front line of combating disease.

​Five stars

(Here is a link to an article on this little-known plague.)

 


amazon.com

amazon.co.uk

hachette.com.au (paperback version)

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