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Postcards from Stanland

Author David Mould meets an eighteenth-century Kazakh warrior chief batyr in - photo 1

Author David Mould meets an eighteenth-century Kazakh warrior chief (batyr) in the Tian Shan Mountains.

Postcards from Stanland

Journeys in Central Asia

David H. Mould

Ohio University Press Athens Ohio University Press Athens Ohio 45701 - photo 2

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: Youre in the Polygon nuclear zone, but you wouldnt know it.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Mould, David H. (David Harley), 1949

Postcards from Stanland : journeys in Central Asia / David H. Mould.

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Summary: Central Asia has long stood at the crossroads of history. It was the staging ground for the armies of the Mongol Empire, for the nineteenth-century struggle between the Russian and British empires, and for the NATO campaign in Afghanistan. Today, multinationals and nations compete for the oil and gas reserves of the Caspian Sea and for control of the pipelines. Yet Stanland is still, to many, a terra incognita, a geographical blank. Beginning in the mid-1990s, academic and journalist David Moulds career took him to the region on Fulbright Fellowships and contracts as a media trainer and consultant for UNESCO and USAID, among others. In Postcards from Stanland, he takes readers along with him on his encounters with the people, landscapes, and customs of the diverse countriesKazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, and Uzbekistanhe came to love. He talks with teachers, students, politicians, environmental activists, bloggers, cab drivers, merchants, Peace Corps volunteers, and more. Until now, few books for a nonspecialist readership have been written on the region, and while Mould brings his own considerable expertise to bear on his accountfor example, he is one of the few scholars to have conducted research on post-Soviet media in the regionthe book is above all a tapestry of place and a valuable contribution to our understanding of the post-Soviet worldProvided by publisher.

Includes bibliographical references and index.

ISBN 978-0-8214-2176-5 (hardback : acid-free paper) ISBN 978-0-8214-2177-2 (paperback : acid-free paper) ISBN 978-0-8214-4537-2 (PDF)

1. Asia, CentralDescription and travel. 2. Mould, David H. (David Harley), 1949TravelAsia, Central. 3. KazakhstanDescription and travel. 4. KyrgyzstanDescription and travel. 5. TajikistanDescription and travel. 6. UzbekistanDescription and travel. 7. Post-communismSocial aspectsAsia, Central. 8. Asia, CentralSocial life and customs. 9. Asia, CentralSocial conditions. I. Title.

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Dedicated to my wife, Stephanie Hysmith, my lifetime traveling companion, and to the late Hubert Wilhelm, who taught me to see the world around me in new ways

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I wrote my first travel journal at the age of nine. It had a circulation of precisely threemy father, mother, and sister. Im not sure they actually read it, although they encouraged me to keep writing. It was run-of-the-mill stuff, a prosaic accounting of towns and sights visited, meals eaten, weather, and beach conditionsthe predictable literary output of a nine-year-old. However, I would not have written anything, or asked my father to have my notes typed (with carbon copies), if I had not had the opportunity to travel.

In Britain in the 1950s and 1960s, most middle-class families took a summer vacation at the seaside, hoping the sun would peep through the clouds. Usually it did not. I have memories of cold, rain-swept South Coast resorts, with families huddled in their cars, the parents drinking tea from a thermos and reading the tabloids, glancing occasionally at the grey skies and the cold waves crashing on the stony beach. The children fidgeted and fought in the back of the car. There were no handheld gadgets to distract them; after they got bored with their toys, there wasnt much else to do but start destroying the upholstery or tormenting the family dog, if it was unlucky enough to be on the trip. Occasionally, a parent would say: Children, were at the seaside. Arent we all having a lovely time? No one was, but no one wanted to admit it. On rare sunny days, the kids could play on the beach, perhaps even finding a patch of sand, but most days it was too cold to swim; the main seaside attractions were the funfairs on the piers.

Most years my parents headed for France or Spain, where the weather was predictably better. We strapped the family tenta heavy, complicated canvas affair with many poles, pegs, and guy ropes, which looked as if it had been salvaged from a M*A*S*H unitonto the roof rack of the Vauxhall Velox, and set off for Dover to take the ferry across the English Channel to Calais or Boulogne. We drove south, buying baguettes, butter, cheese, and tomatoes for picnic lunches and camping every night, my parents enjoying a bottle of vin ordinaire over dinner. I sat in the backseat, noting the kilometer posts, the terrain, and the historic landmarks, and taking notes. Rouen, I earnestly remarked, has a large cathedral. I helped navigate, a serious responsibility in the days before France built its equivalent of a motorway or interstate highway system. I was fascinated by the road maps and the names of towns, villages, and rivers, and I loved to plot our route. Often I enjoyed the tripreading maps, getting lost, and asking for directions in shockingly bad schoolboy Frenchmore than the destination.

I made my first solo trip at the age of seventeen, spending three months at student work camps in France, hitchhiking across the country and religiously writing postcards home. Unlike the typical Weather lovely, wine cheap, pate de foie gras gave me indigestion, wish you were here greeting, my postcards were crammed with details of my observations, now more insightful than Rouen has a large cathedral. I bought cards with the largest possible writing space, and usually managed to cram more than one hundred words into the left-hand side. Over the next decade, traveling with my then-wife, Claire, through France, Spain, Portugal, Italy, Switzerland, Germany, Greece, Turkey, and Morocco, I wrote many more postcards. Looking back, I wish I had sent some to myself because they were the only records of our trips to Fez and Marrakech (where I picked up both a full-length Berber djellabah and head lice) or of lingering too long on a Greek island, missing the bus at Thessaloniki and having to hitchhike the 1,250 miles back to Ostend on the Channel.

In the early 1970s, I worked as a newspaper reporter for the Evening Post, a large-circulation daily in Leeds, the main industrial and commercial center in West Yorkshire. My work travel was largely confined to mining and textile towns, with two trips to Northern Ireland, not exactly a tourist destination in the 1970s. I wanted to write about what Id seen in Southern Europe, but my editor wasnt interested. People didnt want to read about the Basque Country or the Bosphorus, he said. Perhaps I could write about bed-and-breakfasts in Scarborough or renting a cottage at Skegness? Neither was on my holiday list, so my dream of being a travel writer was stymied. In 1978, I moved to the United States for graduate school, and in 1980 took a faculty position at Ohio University. It would be another fifteen years, after my first trip to Central Asia in 1995, before I started travel writing again.

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