My years in A Shtetl in China
Heinrich Harrer's 1946 sequel to his earlier blockbuster "Seven years in Tibet", in which he describes life in a little village on the Chinese-Tibetan frontier. The title comes from him comparing the remoteness, customs, religious regulations and daily struggles of the village with those of the archetypical East-European Jewish 'Shtetl' now made famous by plays like "A fiddler on the Roof". Of course, although being a member of the very elitist mountaineering society called the Waffen-SS, Harrer famously sat out WWII marooned in the palace of the Dalai Lama and did not know of the complete destruction of the last Shtetls by his own fellow Waffen-SS mountaineers.
The book received initial success, but over the years zigzagged between being considered problematic, actually pretty progressive, and unfortunately loved by the wrong guys. First there was the comparison of the Chinese villagers to the worst of Jewish stereotypes, which dominates the first part of the book while Harrer opens up to their ways and in the end even starts to rethink his views of the Hassidic culture in the Shtetls in Eastern Europe. (Being secluded inTibet and China he was of course unaware that his old boy palls in Germany were at the time burning every last Shtetl to the ground).
Then there was the constant underlying theme of Harrer's homosexuality that although never spelled out in retrospect is pretty obvious once you know where to look for.
Finally his friendship with the town's buddhist monk and his adopted son seems on the face to prove the right-wing talking point of gay men being groomers lusting for innocent young boys while to others it actually proves just the opposite.
Following 1998's movie adaptation of "Seven year in Tibet", the movie rights to the 'Shtetl' are owned by Brad Pitt. According to urban legend, he has no plans whatsoever to make a movie but still keeps thr rights to prevent someone else to turn the book into a propaganda piece.
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