A review by eralon
Wuhan Diary: Dispatches from the Original Epicenter by Fang Fang

3.0

I've been aggressively socially-distanced for almost a year. For no particular reason, I might add. There is a concern that someone in my family might be especially unlucky, as it has been a long time since I felt lucky about matters of life and death. But mostly, it comes from a desire not to participate in this horror. If I stay home, I can't give covid to 1 person who becomes 2, who becomes 4, becomes 8, and so on increasing exponentially until I'm the mother of untold horrors. So maybe it's a knowledge of exponentially increasing numbers that keeps me home. I'm up to 331 days so far. That said, Fang Fang's couple of months in quarantine seem very small for her drama about isolation. But the main thing I found riveting about it is the careful dance of censorship she plays with the Chinese government. It's a horror within a horror, and truly the source and origin of all the covid deaths and sorror.