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Bill Bryson meets Bruce Lee in this raucously funny story of one scrawny American’s quest to become a kung fu master at China’s legendary Shaolin Temple.

Growing up a ninety-pound weakling tormented by bullies in the schoolyards of Kansas, young Matthew Polly dreamed of one day journeying to the Shaolin Temple in China to become the toughest fighter in the world, like Caine in his favorite 1970s TV series, Kung Fu. While in college, Matthew decided the time had come to pursue this quixotic dream before it was too late. Much to the dismay of his parents, he dropped out of Princeton to spend two years training with the legendary sect of monks who invented kung fu and Zen Buddhism.

Expecting to find an isolated citadel populated by supernatural ascetics that he’d seen in countless badly dubbed chop-socky flicks, Matthew instead discovered a tacky tourist trap run by Communist party hacks. But the dedicated monks still trained in the rigorous age-old fighting forms—some even practicing the “iron kung fu” discipline, in which intensive training can make various body parts virtually indestructible (even the crotch). As Matthew grew in his knowledge of China and kung fu skill, he would come to represent the Temple in challenge matches and international competitions, and ultimately the monks would accept their new American initiate as close to one of their own as any Westerner had ever become.

Laced with humor and illuminated by cultural insight, American Shaolin is an unforgettable coming-of-age tale of one young man’s journey into the ancient art of kung fu—and a funny and poignant portrait of a rapidly changing China.

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Polly was a junior at Princeton -- a self-described "glass-half-empty" kind of guy -- and sorely in need of some masculine traits and spiritual direction or discipline. A devotee of all things Chinese, he decided that the cure for what ailed him was a trip to a remote region in China, where he would immerse himself in the study of "kungfu." The results of his journey were numerous, but perhaps the most intriguing souvenir he brought back with him to the States is this lively, humorous, and thought-provoking memoir.

In 1992, China was still perceived as an impoverished Communist country whose recent history included the slaughter of students in Tiananmen Square. Undaunted, and despite the protests of his parents, Polly left college for the Far East, only to discover that his first obstacle was merely finding the distant Shaolin Temple, "the birthplace of both Zen Buddhism and the martial arts." Imagine his astonishment when he saw that the 1,500-year-old institution was not the isolated monastery he'd pictured but "a low-rent version of an Epcot Center pavilion"! Or when he learned that the Shaolin monks who practiced kungfu were hardly monastic recluses -- in fact, they dreamed of movie stardom! Yet, when Polly began his training, his body was first taxed to the limit, then soared to the heavens as he had his first mystical experience. (Spring 2007 Selection)
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In this smoothly written memoir, 98-pound weakling Polly makes the age-old decision to turn his nerdy self into a fighting machine. Polly's quest for manhood leads this guy from Topeka, Kans., to the Shaolin Temple, ancient home of the fighting monks and setting for 10,000 chop-socky movies. As much a student of Chinese culture as he is a martial artist, Polly derives a great deal of humor from the misunderstandings that follow a six-foot-three laowai (white foreigner) in a China taking its first awkward steps into capitalism after Tiananmen Square. Polly has a good eye for characters and introduces the reader to a Finnish messiah, a practitioner of "iron crotch" kung fu, and his nagging girlfriend. We get the inside dope on Chinese dating, Chinese drinking games and a medical system apparently modeled on the Spanish Inquisition. The last hundred pages of the book lose focus, and Polly doesn't convincingly demonstrate how he transforms himself from a stumbling geek to a kickboxing stud who can stand toe-to-toe with the highest-ranked fighter in the world. Although Polly may fall short in sharing Shaolin's secrets, as a chronicler of human absurdity he makes all the right moves. (Feb.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
VOYA - Jenny Ingram
In 1992, Matthew Polly decided to take time off from college to study kung fu with Buddhist monks at China's Shaolin Temple. After convincing his horrified parents that he should be able to spend his college fund in pursuit of this dream, he flies to Beijing, not knowing the location of the temple but proficient enough in Chinese to make the journey to its remote location in rural China. Polly signs on to study at the Shaolin Wushu Center, paying a high foreigner rate of tuition and becoming the only resident Westerner in the small town. By hard work and determination, Polly wins over his coaches and fellow students at the center and becomes immersed in the culture. At the end of his two-year stay in Shaolin, he is skilled enough to compete in a national martial arts tournament. Upon his return to the United States, his parents realize how much Chinese culture Polly has absorbed, are proud of his experience, and understand its value. Polly is honest in accounting his emotional developments alongside his physical growth, including his loneliness and adjustment to living in a culture vastly different from his own, his insecurities, and his conflicting feelings about the pleasure he takes in the brutality of martial arts. Polly's tellings of encounters during his stay in China are vivid and fair, and they add depth and personality to the book. Boys will be attracted to his descriptions of martial arts training and competition.
Library Journal
Scrawny, bullied since childhood, and sick of living with his "Things Wrong with Matt" list, Rhodes scholar and political affairs writer Polly playfully recounts how he rode out pure instinct to leave college, travel to China, and best his inner demons through the art of kung fu fighting. What follows are fun and fascinating stories of his training with the famous monks at the world-renowned Shaolin temple, the birthplace of martial arts and Zen Buddhism. Memorable sections cover his challenge matches against opponents bigger and stronger than he, how he learned mindfulness, his thoughts on iron-crotch kung fu, his run-in with the Chinese mafia, and a crash course on Chinese curse words. Although his reason for writing is unclear, to his credit Polly breaks the stereotype that competition prevents us from knowing inner peace. Along the way, his self-confidence grows, and he learns to laugh at himself as he realizes that new items to master will always crop up on his "Matt list"; that is a normal part of being human. Recommended for large psychology collections.-Lisa Liquori, MLS, Syracuse, NY Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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Memoir of the author's quest for personal growth and wisdom by way of a trip to the birthplace of Zen and kung fu. Polly confesses to having become obsessed with martial arts at age nine, when he saw an episode of Kung Fu. David Carradine's character, he writes, "seemed to be as strange and helpless as I felt, and yet he was a total badass." Leaving hometown Topeka to attend Princeton, he started taking kung fu classes and studying Mandarin. But he still didn't feel like much of a badass, so in 1992 he headed for the ultimate sleep-away sports camp, the fabled Shaolin Temple Wushu Center in Henan Province in the heart of Communist China. The tall, blue-eyed laowai (foreigner) found Shaolin, established some 1,500 years before, a bit seedy. His Zen masters could curse as well as fight; Polly learned drinking games and dirty jokes along with fighting techniques. Getting whacked upside his head, Bao Mosi (as he was called in Chinese) became tough, dispensing some nasty blows himself. Polly met specialists Master Wu, Coach Big Wang and Monk Dong (don't ask about his specialty). He ogled beautiful Lotus, one of only five female students, and shook his head over assorted foreign nut cases. Bao Mosi found the combat sports beautiful, "the height of civilization." His adventure in a Cultural Exchange Mutual Benefit exercise proved that he definitely wasn't in Kansas anymore. A nicely developed narrative. Film rights to Fox 2000
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  • ISBN-13: 9781592402625
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 2/1/2007
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 6.32 (w) x 9.28 (h) x 1.31 (d)

Meet the Author

Matthew Polly is the author of the national bestseller American Shaolin. A Princeton University graduate and Rhodes Scholar, his work has appeared in Esquire, Slate, and The Nation. He lives in New Haven, Connecticut.

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Prologue
July 1993 "A poor chess player can still make a remarkable move."
--Wang Yinggui, Liu Nan Sui BiIt had been a calm night at the Shaolin Temple before the fight started.A French photojournalist named Pierre was throwing a small banquet at the Shaolin Wushu Center's restaurant for several of the martial monks and Shaolin's "expat community," which consisted of two Norwegians who were visiting for the week and Shaolin's two American students, John Lee and myself. Pierre had been assigned to take photos of the Shaolin monks for a French magazine, and I had arranged for my friends and instructors Monk Deqing, Monk Cheng Hao, and Coach Yan to pose for him. The session had gone so well that Pierre had invited us all to dinner.We were seated around a large table in the middle of the restaurant, which was built by the government and reflected the Communist Party's taste in architecture: oversize, poorly constructed, and rectangular. Maoist aesthetics are a tyranny of straight lines. The restaurant had the dimensions of a high school basketball gymnasium and was only three years old, but already rundown. It was usually only filled at lunch when droves of tourists made day-trips to visit the Shaolin Temple, famous throughout the world as the birthplace of both Zen Buddhism and the martial arts. The only other guests that night were a group of six Chinese men sitting at a banquet table a hundred feet away. A dozen waitresses were lounging around arguing with each other about who had breakfast duty the next morning.We had finished the toasting phase of the banquet, where much thanks is given and much baijiu is choked down. (Baijiu is Chinese rice liquor that tastes and affects the digestive system like a combination of sake, moonshine, and Liquid Drano.) We were just settling into the main course when the waitress who was serving the other table came over and whispered something to Deqing and Coach Yan.Deqing's face immediately went red with rage. He and I had become close friends over the last nine months of my stay, so I was used to his mood swings. But I had never before seen him this angry."He really said he wants a qie cuo?" Deqing asked, gripping his glass so tightly I though he might shatter it. "Challenge match?""Which one is he?" Coach Yan asked.The waitress pointed to the other table. One of the men raised his cup in a toast. He was big for a Chinese man, maybe six feet tall and 180 pounds. He was wearing thick spectacles, which was also unusual in rural China."His name is Master Wu," the waitress said. "He says he is a kungfu master from Tianjin. Those are his disciples with him.""Tai bu gei women mianzi," Deqing said with disdain. "So not giving us face."As Deqing continued to rant, Pierre, who did not speak Chinese, asked me in English, "What is happening?""The man at the other table, Master Wu, has requested a qie cuo -- a challenge match," I said. "He wants to fight Shaolin's champion to see whose style and skill is superior.""Why are the monks so angry?" Pierre asked. "They are kungfu masters. Isn't this what they do?""Almost never," I said. "Mostly they train, teach the occasional foreigner, and perform for tourists. Challenge matches are infrequent. I've only seen one. It is considered incredibly rude to walk into someone else's school and offer an open challenge. It's contemptuous.""I will fight him," Deqing continued. "I will beat him to death!"Coach Yan held up his hand. "Let me think for a moment."Coach Yan was as calculating as Deqing was spontaneous. At age twenty-five, he was also older than the nineteen-year-old Deqing and his superior at the temple, so Deqing fell silent. Coach Yan had the perfect face for a kungfu movie villain, a kind of striking ugliness. His eyebrows slashed upward, his cheekbones punched out from his face, and his dark skin was pocked with acne scars. I liked him. But I was careful around him.Or at least I was until that night.Coach Yan was staring off into the near distance. He had Shaolin's honor to consider. This was further complicated by the presence of the French journalist. The Shaolin monks had been touring Europe off and on over the last three years and had become extremely popular there. Pierre's photo-essay would help them considerably, so Coach Yan had to consider Shaolin's international reputation.Watching Deqing, my friend and teacher, stew in his rage made me feel like I had to say something."I will fight him," I offered.I didn't mean it, of course. I was just being polite, the way you are supposed to be polite in Chinese, whether you are sincere or not. It was a gesture to show my fellowship, my team spirit. And I knew there was no way Coach Yan would take up my offer. Shaolin was crawling with expert fighters in their prime who had trained for a decade or longer. Even after nine months of training, I was a beginner at best. Besides, I was laowai -- literally "old outsider" -- a polite term for white foreigners.After making my faux offer, I waved the waitress over to order another round of baijiu.I turned to see Coach Yan looking at me with a slight smirk."Bao Mosi," Coach Yan said, using my full Chinese name, Mosi (Matthew) and Bao (Polly), "will fight him first."Deqing was incredulous."He cannot fight him first," he protested. "I am his teacher. I will fight first."What he didn't say, but which was implicit, was that Deqing considered himself to be Shaolin's best martial artist (almost everyone else did as well). Coach Yan was asking the team's star player to step aside for a fourth-string benchwarmer.The panic must have been obvious on my face, because Coach Yan's smirk widened ever so slightly as he responded. "No, the laowai will fight him first."Deqing wasn't ready to give in yet."You cannot let him fight first. What if he loses? This is a matter of Shaolin's reputation, Shaolin's face."Coach Yan finished another shot of baijiu."I am thinking of Shaolin's face. If the laowai loses, no face is lost, because everyone knows that laowai are no good at kungfu. And we will have had a chance to study this stupid egg's fighting style. Then you'll have an easier time beating him. But if the laowai wins, then Shaolin will gain much face. It will demonstrate that the Shaolin Temple is so great that even its laowai disciples can beat a Chinese master of another style."As they continued the debate, I felt an overwhelming fear grip me in the gut and squeeze like a hunter field-dressing his kill. I stood up with every intention of fleeing, until I saw that the entire table was looking at me."I will be back in a moment. I need to use the restroom." I waved halfheartedly at my glass. "Too much booze."Willing myself not to run, I sauntered as nonchalantly as possible to the outhouse in back, the concrete hole-in-the-ground cesspit standard in rural China. I crouched inside that box for several minutes, my mind racing through various possibilities for escaping the situation. Fake an injury? Disappear? Unfortunately, there were none that did not involve a tremendous personal loss of face. And then there was my teachers' loss of face to consider. Although I had been in China less than a year, their value system had already sunk in too deep for me to actually back down.I walked back to the table holding on to the hope that maybe Coach Yan had changed his mind. He had not."Bao Mosi, it is decided," Coach Yan said, an anticipatory glee in his eyes. "You will fight Master Wu in the training hall in fifteen minutes.""Fifteen minutes?""Let's go," Coach Yan said.Built by the Henan provincial government as a tourism center in 1989, the Shaolin Wushu Center consisted of the restaurant, a fleabag hotel for tourists, a two-story apartment building for staff, and the main complex, which contained some offices, two training halls for the students, and a performance hall where the tourists paid to see the Shaolin monks display their talents. In a daze, I walked alongside Deqing down the steps to the main complex. For moral support, he quoted his favorite martial arts maxim to me: "I do not fear the 10,000 kicks you have practiced once; I fear the one kick you have practiced 10,000 times."Before I entered the training hall I could hear the crowd noise. I walked in to find that in a matter of minutes word had spread about the challenge match, and the hall was jammed with employees of the Wushu Center, Shaolin monks, and many of the peasants who worked in the village -- a remarkably quick turnout for a community without phones. This was spectacle of a serious order: a foreigner in a qie cuo match with a northern master. The crowd was electric. They smelled blood.Master Wu was conferring with his students in one corner of the training hall, which was dominated by a cracked wall mirror and a huge green performance mat. I noticed that the Norwegians had brought their extensive video equipment and were setting up a tripod. There was no way I was going to allow them to make a permanent record of my likely ass-whooping. I had visions of it making the rounds of Europe's martial arts community: La Défaite de l'Américain. So I explained to them in English that it was considered rude in China to film a challenge match, and they put their cameras away. I suppose it was a good sign that I still had enough of my wits about me to lie. Handling Pierre was not nearly as easy. A violence junkie, he had come to Shaolin as a break from his previous assignment as a war photographer in Serbia and Kosovo. Wound several turns of the screw too tight, Pierre's favorite story was about how he had once shattered the glass showcase of a rude Hong Kong merchant with his steel-tipped army boots. He was pointing at these same boots now as he tried to convince me to persuade the monks to let him fight Master Wu in my place."Matt, I grab this guy by the neck and bring his face to my knee," Pierre said as he slapped his knee. "Then, I kick him with these boots. You see these boots. I kick him, right up the ass."I tried to ignore him as I stretched my cramped legs."You tell them I fight him," he said. "I kick him with these boots. You see the tips. Up his ass.""Pierre, you're not a student here," I said. "You are not a disciple of Shaolin. I am. They won't let you fight him."Unfortunately, this was true. My level of panic was rising, and I was now feeling light-headed. There was a buzzing in my ears that wouldn't go away."But I kick him with this boot," he continued, "my boot right up his ass.""Pierre, it's not possible, and I need to get ready.""But I kick him--"I turned to John Lee, looking for some American backup in dealing with this nutty Frenchman.John was still built like the high school linebacker he had been a year earlier. He stuck his head with its baseball cap turned backward between Pierre's face and mine. Then he slid his muscled frame between us and said with his wide, easygoing, frat-boy smile, "Pierre, dude, chill, bro."I looked over to the other end of the room to see Coach Yan negotiating with Master Wu. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could see Master Wu motioning to his eyeglasses and shaking his head.Coach Yan walked over to me."Do you know what a challenge match is?" he asked.I wobbled my head side-to-side with uncertainty. "Chabuduo," I said. "More or less.""A challenge match has rules," he said, tipping his head back at Master Wu and rolling his eyes in disgust.Coach Yan's face was tight with rage, his body tense and ready to lash out. I tried not to look him straight in the eye. Of all the monks, Coach Yan was the most in touch with his inner monster -- especially if less than totally sober -- and was the most likely to crack a bottle over your head if you made the mistake of offending him. His mean streak wasn't wide, but it was deep.He stepped closer and lowered his voice so only I could hear him. "Fuck his mother," he snarled. "He came into our house and challenged us. Tai bu gei women mianzi! This fight has no rules! I want you to beat him to the ground. You hear me? To the ground."Coach Yan stepped back, switching into the role of referee, and waved with both hands for the combatants to approach. Master Wu and I walked out into the center of the room, stopping about five feet from each other.Master Wu shifted into a cat stance, his weight largely on his right foot, his left foot resting lightly in front, a strong defensive position. His hands slowly circled in front of his body like a waterwheel. His dark eyes locked onto me from behind his thick glasses.I moved into the standard Chinese kickboxing opening stance -- my body at a forty-five-degree angle to Master Wu with my left leg forward, my weight balanced about 40/60 between my front leg and my back, my left fist forward, my right fist up protecting my chin. I was trying to relax my body. It was an exercise in force of will to get myself to stop bouncing on my toes. Bouncing is seen as a sign of nervousness. Wu was heavier and stronger than I was, with the kind of stocky frame common to farmers, but I was taller and had the longer reach. That was going to be crucial because by settling into a defensive stance he clearly had no intention of attacking first.
TALE OF THE TAPE

"White Hope" Polly
Age: 21
Height: 6' 3"
Arm Length: 27.5"
Weight: 155

"Master of Tianjin" Wu
Age: 30ish
Height: 5' 10"
Arm Length: 25"
Weight: 185 or so

I tried to clear my head. I had sparred extensively since arriving at Shaolin, but this was the first real fight -- street clothes, no rules -- that I had ever been in.Coach Yan clapped his hands to indicate the start of the challenge match, then stepped away. He wasn't going to referee after all. We were on our own.
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  • Posted March 26, 2009

    One boys journey to becoming a man

    Amituofo Matt
    Even if your not well acquainted with martial arts. you soon will be. Matt Polly's incredible descriptions of the Shaolin Temple and its inhabitants not only open your eyes but also jump out of your seat right into the book. American Shaolin truly is a book that you don't want to just blaze right through but read as if your in the story.

    Matt is boy who is as skinny as a stick, and if you punch him, seems like he is going to break in half like a tree being cut down. Matt was always the one being bullied at the school yard and constantly picked on by his peers for his weak stature.

    Matt being in martial arts growing up loves to watch kung fu movies, anywhere from Bruce Lee to Jet Li, it didn't matter as long as there was action. Then Matt being as crazy as he is decides to take a break from Princeton University and head to the Shaolin Temple to train with the Buddhist monks he always saw in the chop-socky flicks he used to watch.

    Expecting to find a little hidden city of its own, he comes up to a tourist infested, communist run down town with many kung fu academies. Finally when all this craziness is behind him he ends up in the wushu center, this is where Zen Buddhism and Kung Fu were invented, this was his salvation in order to find himself.

    Matt being a 6'3 man isn't the best selection to being a martial artist but he pushes through. His willingness to eat bitter ( lots of pain) is truly incredible and awe inspiring to anybody of any age. His first months at Shaolin are incredibly heart stopping, not only because he's the only foreigner for miles, but the idea of having a white foreigner (laowai) training under the monks is really 1 in a million before Matt went to the Wushu center to train.

    " To suffer and learn a lesson, one pays a high price, but a fool can't learn any other way." The way Polly uses these quotes before every chapter is really compelling and really gets you thinking about what their real meaning is behind them and if they truly apply to you as an individual. " Only those who have tasted the bitterest of the bitter can become people who stand out among others." This one really get you thinking because if you think you've gone through life thinking it was hell, well was it? Was it the worst that it could've been.

    Matt uses humor to illuminate the greatness of the Chinese culture and gives us a real insight to the customs and shows us really how the two cultures differ in a way we find today as unbelievable. A must get to be enjoyed by all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2007

    Not what I expected... Better than I expected

    Matthew Polly is a fantastic comedic writer. I caught myself laughing out loud a numerous times. I'm not at all into kung fu or any martial arts, but this book entails a lot more than just about an american wanting to learn some high kicks. You will laugh and enjoy the author's journey as he changes and matures from the beginning to the end. This book is an adventure, indeed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2007

    Funny, Fascinating and a GREAT Read!

    There just aren't enough books written like this an unusual topic and a true story about a boy who takes it upon himself to make his Kung Fu dream (and every other kids') a reality! If you want a story so unique and unexpected, you've got to pick up Matthew Polly's American Shaolin. From the contrast in fighting styles to the diversity of cultures, this book provides a captivating story. The personalities were wild and the conflicts, both physical and mental were too real. I wanted to call Polly and ask him to take me back to China with him! I wanted to experience the Shaolin Monks as he did. I read 4-5 books a week business, humor, spiritual. This is probably the best thing I've picked up in 10 years.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2007

    Wildly Funny, Entertaining and Informative

    American Shaolin is worth 10 stars at least. Matthew Polly had a fascinating experience as a Kungfu student in China and is able to share this great adventure through his superb writing ablity. His humor and intelligence amazed me. There is no hyperbole in my review-just total appreciation for this funny, unusual incredible book! Thank you, thank you thank you, Matt!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2013

    Based on the sample...

    I really like the book I want to read more of it, it's worth the money as far as I read and it's worth the read even though the sample is 16 pages.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2012

    Eh

    Its ok but its taking me three weeks to write this report because its just cant hold my attention i have to really focus to get any reading and writing with no distractions
    So four stars

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    Matt Polly tells this personal adventure with alot of humor. This is a great story even if your not interested in martial arts. However the eBook version does not have photos.

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  • Posted August 27, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Great read! Anyone remotely interested in the martial arts (along with anyone else) should read this book!

    This was a wonderfully entertaining book. I admit, I am a martial artist, so that made it even more enjoyable. But this book is funny, interesting, and informative. Learn a little about China, Kung Fu, and the difference between cultures. This is a super easy read!

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  • Posted April 26, 2010

    Geek's Odyssey in the Orient

    This is the story of an insecure young man and his search for enlightenment and the ability to really kick righteous a$$--maybe more of the latter than the former. Matthew Polly has written a funny coming-of-age memoir that sheds light on a crucial point of modern history: China's re-emergence in the modern world.

    Don't be mislead by Polly's nervous habit of charting his progress by making little lists of his shortcomings. This is splendid writing worthy of a Twain travelogue with all of Twain's prowess of observation. Matthew Polly comes to grips with a small part but crucial part of China and manages to gain experience that goes deep into the psyche of this fascinating country. His explanation of the Chinese drinking game of Playing Hands (a more complex version of Scissors, Paper, Stone) elucidates an aspect of Chinese thinking that should make this book required reading for diplomats and business people who must deal with the Chinese.

    But if deep cultural insight is not enough, read this book for the riveting account about the nice Ivy League boy going to the fabled Orient to become a kung-fu expert. The traditional Chinese proverb the author quotes at the very beginning of the book sums up the story well:

    "To suffer and learn a lesson, one pays a high price, but a fool can't learn any other way."

    In this case, the author's pain is the reader's gain. I found this book absolutely riveting and stayed up way too late in order to finish reading it. Enormous fun!

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  • Posted April 11, 2010

    courageous young man

    Loved it. Matthew is not only a bright young man but also very courageous. I have been to china with tourist guides, and was still daunted by all the bureaucracy a person must go through to get anywhere or anything done. To go there on your own, on a mission like finding the Shaolin temple, not even knowing if it still exists takes great determination and courage. What an interesting and inspiring goal. I think that many people on an adventure like this would not have been able to record and write such a well balanced book. Matthew not only reveals in his book the technical aspects of shaolin karate but, also did a great job of telling the reader about his social events that went with the academic pursuits. Lots of fun and informative.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 16, 2010

    Great Read for anyone

    This was a great read for anyone, it is really enlightening about China culture, Shaolin and martial arts in general. I would recommend this to anyone, especially martial artists.

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  • Posted May 7, 2009

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    I want to learn Kung Fu

    After reading this book all I could think about was Kung Fu and I am a banker. The book goes so much farther than to outline what it is like to be a Shaolin monk. The book teaches of Chinesse culture and the challenges that many young people face as they try to realize who they really are. Excellent Book.

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  • Posted March 2, 2009

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    Really Enjoyable!

    If you love Kung Fu, Shaolin Monks, and/or Buddhism you will really enjoy reading this book! It is very entertaining and interesting! That is a hand full of pictures but that little bit tells a lot and show some crazy things! You will be surprised how entertaining the book is! Go ahead and get stuck in to it! :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2008

    Not an Avid reader but captivated

    I was immediately drawn in by the cover - the Burger King held by a Shaolin Monk made me laugh and open the book to see the story line. I loved it. took only 5 days to finish it reading only part time.

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