In 1942 – when he jotted down ‘Sci. in general in China – why not develop?’ – the West was prejudiced against China for all the old, well-known reasons. China was thought to be backward, cruel, rigid, a place cut off from what Hegel had termed the world spirit. The prejudice was really quite simple, based essentially on racial dislike, fear, and cultural arrogance. Political ideology played little or no part in the antipathy: the Chinese were disdained because they were Chinese.
But now, twelve years later, and to the shock and general dismay of westerners, Mao Zedong’s Chinese Communist Party had settled itself firmly into power in Beijing. This new China – Red China – was to many in the West a fully certified public enemy, and was held in disdain, particularly by Washington, just as the Bolsheviks who ran the Soviet Union were disdained.
There was thus a second reason for loathing China. Old-fashioned prejudice had now been joined by vehement anti-communism, a strident antipathy to Mao, to Zhou Enlai, and to their revolutionary cadres. Anyone supporting Red China was now seen as innately hostile to America. Supporting China had long seemed merely eccentric and wrong-headed. Supporting Communist China was, on the other hand, downright treachery.
Needham’s left-wing sympathies were well known; the anti-American conclusions of the report by his commission were still widely reviled; and even on normally liberal American university campuses the attitude towards him had now changed. He was now being quite widely criticized – not for his science, not for his history, and not for his intelligence, but for his politics, for his sympathies, and for his friends. And all that before a single word of his thesis – his essentially dispassionate, nonpolitical, and purely academic thesis – had been published.
So for him to have written a book – a series of books, no less – that trenchantly challenged the traditionally prejudiced view of China, and that roundly supported China’s claim to a proper place in the story of the making of the world – was suddenly, from Needham’s point of view, fraught with risk. The reviews could be savage, and personally devastating.
Moreover, the first volumes, as he had planned them, did little more than set out the thesis for the series. People might be tempted to wait, to see if the subsequent volumes – Volume III and the rest — would merit their full attention. There might be no reviews at all, perhaps none for some years yet, no final verdict, no vindication. And in that case the waiting would perhaps be an even greater agony.
He was consumed by nerves, and understandably so. As the first volume was about to emerge, a part of him wanted desperately to hide – and for that purpose he chose Amboise. He had no idea how the world would react to his work, and, judging by what had gone before, he feared the worst.
But, as it turned out, he need hardly have worried. Such reviews as did appear – and he was right; many reviewers decided to wait for future volumes before committing themselves – were truly extraordinary, all of them entirely positive. Despite his fears, the world’s intellectual community, it seemed, actually cared very little about his politics. If he chose to support Mao and Zhou, and if that had got him into hot water with the Americans – well, this was still a superb work of scholarship. Ideological differences were set aside; a chorus of the most extravagant praise was sounded.
Arnold Toynbee praised it in the Observer; Sir Cyril Hinshelwood in the New Scientist; Richard Boston in the New York Times; and Arthur Hummel, the dean of scholars studying the Qing dynasty, in the American Historical Review. Old Laurence Picken, the embittered ethnomusicologist who had ample cause to give the foulest of commentaries, wrote in the Guardian that Needham’s achievement was ‘prodigious… perhaps the greatest single act of historical synthesis and intercultural communication ever attempted by one man’. And the Russians said that Needham’s work showed ‘a deep respect for the Chinese people, their creative genius, and their great contribution to Chinese civilisation’.
It was a triumph, evidently a complete vindication. The entire printing of 5,000 copies of Volume I sold out, and Cambridge had to go back to press at regular intervals in the following years. The book remains a classic, an essential work, and it has never yet been out of print.
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In the short term, however, this critical success did surprisingly little for Needham’s standing in Cambridge, where, as in many academic communities, venom can take decades to dissipate. When he returned to Caius after his weeks of hiding away in France, he had few opportunities to escape the atmosphere of opprobrium. There was little comfort for him anywhere. He was frequently excoriated in the college. He could no longer seek solace in the biochemical laboratories. Christianity seems to have offered him less spiritual sanctuary than it might. Gwei-djen remained in Paris. Dorothy was deeply immersed in her own academic work. There was still scoffing in the press, perpetually reminding him of his much diminished status.
All he had left for comfort was China. It is impossible to overstate the role that China played in securing Needham’s foundations during this trying and uncertain period of his life. China – its people, their language, his own memories – provided Needham with the spiritual sheet anchor he needed, and with the necessary intellectual comfort.
Not that these were the most propitious years for him to be nailing his flag to the polities of Peking. Peking – Beijing today47 – was in decidedly bad odour in the West during the 1950s, particularly in America. Since the founding of the People’s Republic in 1949 and since China’s involvement in the Korean War, the US government’s official position was a firm and unyielding hostility towards Communist China, combined with a firm and unyielding support for the Nationalist regime on the island of Taiwan. A treaty to that effect was signed in 1954, giving American presidents the formal authority to use arms to defend Formosa, as Taiwan was then widely known, in the event of an attack from the mainland. Following the principle that the enemy of my friend is my enemy, Communist China was seen, at least by America, as a foe.
So Communist China was consistently ostracized by Washington throughout the 1950s and 1960s. There was no official American diplomatic recognition; Americans were by and large forbidden to go to China; there was a total trade embargo; there could be no financial dealings; and America did its best to keep the Communist Chinese from occupying China’s seat at the United Nations.48 ‘The United States holds the view that Communism’s rule in China is not permanent and that one day it will pass,’ stated the official American doctrine of the day. ‘By withholding diplomatic recognition from [Beijing] it seeks to hasten that passing.’
Yet Needham – who had openly wept with joy when Mao announced the formation of the People’s Republic – remained an unabashed supporter of the Beijing government. He stated as often and as publicly as he could that the communist system was the best possible social and political framework to govern a country as immense as China. He consistently denounced American policy at every opportunity – and by extension he also denounced what he considered anti-Chinese British policies, though they were fewer and less stridently expressed.49 And he fully accepted that by doing this he kept himself stubbornly out of step with much of the rest of the world.
In 1955 he underlined his support for Mao and Mao’s regime in a small but practical way: by helping to found and becoming the first president of a briefly powerful and always controversial group, the BritainChina Friendship Association. He did this with Derek and Hongying Bryan, the couple whose marriage Needham had helped to inaugurate in China ten years before. All three were prominent in this unashamedly left-wing ginger group – and its eventual 2,000 members spent a furiously active decade engaged in what they saw as an essential bridge-building exercise: criticizing Britain’s lukewarm policy towards the People’s Republic, lobbying for an increase in trade between Britain and China, and arguing the case for China’s membership in the UN.
When challenged on his belief that China was now a free nation – a view that was patently absurd to anyone who knew anything of Mao Zedong’s policies – Needham w
ould retort that ‘the first freedom is to eat – and now the Chinese people are being fed’. It might have been the best he could do, but it was reckoned generally – and certainly by the members of Caius – to be an exceedingly lame response. Few could understand Needham’s firm adherence to the Maoist line – even when he attempted to explain that if Mao’s policies were seen in the context of the sweep of Chinese history, they would win wide outside sympathy. There was no doubt that his stubbornly held and trenchantly expressed views – his tren-chancy always tempered, however, by his gently courteous manner – contributed significantly to his unpopularity during the 1950s.
During this decade and the 1960s he intensified his support for almost every cause that was dear to the left. He joined, or spoke to, the Progressive League, the New Left Review Club, the Tawney Society, and the British Peace Society; he contributed to the Scientists’ Protest Fund; he co-founded Science for Peace. He marched to air bases and bomb plants with the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament. He wrote letters to The Times attacking, variously, America’s development of advanced nuclear weapons, the sug gestion that Latin be dropped as an entrance requirement for Cambridge, and the proposal that representatives of the Viet Cong be forbidden to visit London.
He held a public enquiry into an assault on a number of young Britons who went to a left-wing jamboree in East Berlin: American border guards had beaten them, Needham said, and yet the British government took no interest. He campaigned in vain to save Julius and Ethel Rosenberg from execution; he was also unsuccessful in demanding that a visiting American academic, a communist named J. H. Cort, be allowed to stay in Britain.50 He campaigned vigorously in favour of reforming laws against homosexual acts, protested the United States’ seizure of the scientist Linus Pauling’s passport, and took part in demonstrations against the military rulers in Greece.
And he travelled, frantically. He spoke to or attended conferences in Warsaw, Jerusalem, Budapest, Beirut, Rome, Milan, Brussels, Prague, Munich, Florence, Salzburg, Madrid, and the town of Stralsund in East Germany. He was also invited to conferences in New Hampshire, San Francisco, Chicago, and New York, but the American embassy in Grosvenor Square in London persistently declined to issue him the necessary visa – without saying why – and so he was obliged to withdraw. And, though he was also invited to India to travel around the country and give a series of talks – his left-wing writings had made him enormously popular with Indian intellectuals – there was a sudden outbreak of border fighting with the Chinese, and Needham, who tended to favour the Chinese position in almost every dispute, decided it would be imprudent to go, and accepted a last-minute invitation to lecture in Romania instead.
For years, then, the now late-middle-aged Joseph Needham was all over the map – wandering, campaigning, marching, working. And, though his travels did not cease, his urgent need to get away did suddenly subside, and at a specific moment, in the late autumn of 1957 That was when a series of coinciding events occurred to change Needham’s life again, improving it and setting him on the path he was to follow for the rest of his days.
Lu Gwei-djen returned from Paris that autumn, and this very much helped his mood. She settled back into her modest terraced house just a hundred yards down the street from the Needhams. The three saw each other almost every day, an arrangement that appeared to suit everyone.
The second volume of his book appeared in 1956, and the third was grinding its way towards design and the start of production two years after that. The reviews of even the two first ‘throat-clearing’ volumes had now, nearly universally, become quite lyrical: ‘a supreme achievement of European scholarship’, wrote the reviewer for a journal in Calcutta; ‘a book which is bound to modify all subsequent histories of Chinese thought, and indeed the histories of thought the world around’, said the critic at the Far Eastern Survey in New York; ‘a masterpiece of modern scientific study’ was the description given by a journal in Beijing; and The Times Literary Supplement noted, ‘The important fact about this work… is that it is very exciting.’ Needham’s temper improved with every newspaper he read.
Then came the most important and most surprising change: the slow unbending of attitudes within Needham’s ancient college, Gonville and Caius, suddenly started to accelerate. In the combination room a group of activists was slowly forming; eventually its members would stage a rebellion at the high table that would precipitate the most profoundly beneficial alteration in Joseph Needham’s standing.
College historians will insist that this revolution started as a direct result of the war. The gerontocracy of dons that had so vehemently doubted Needham in his early years was now being thinned out by natural attrition, and a new group, made up of men who were younger, more widely travelled, and more worldly, was slowly infiltrating the cloistered halls. In October 1957 one of them, the Hungarian-born Peter Bauer – later to become Lord Bauer, one of Margaret Thatcher’s favourite economists – staged what has since become known (supposedly because of the English translation of his name) as the ‘peasants’ revolt’. He was joined in the endeavour by the biologist Michael Swann, who would also later become a peer, and chairman of the BBC. These two men were exasperated by their lack of power in making college decisions and, to mutterings that suggested a scandal of the first water, they stood up and said so at that year’s famous and long-remembered Michaelmas term general meeting.
And, despite the mutterings and the opposition from the older members of Caius, the rebels won a healthy measure of support – Needham’s included. A vote was taken. For the first time in decades a modest change in the college rules was brought about, sufficient to ensure that the College Council, for which elections had never before been contested, would now be open to the candidacy of all fellows, and not limited merely, as had been the case for centuries, to the chosen favourites of the old guard. The placemen who had hitherto held power, most of them administrators rather than university teachers and researchers, were immediately weeded from office. Democracy, never in the fullest flower in either the Oxford or the Cambridge colleges of the times, took a tentative and eventually a firm hold: and the ruling oligarchs’ grip on college matters was slowly, but very steadily, released.
This was to have enormous consequences for Needham. In 1959, thanks to the adroit manoeuvring of his new allies, he was elected to no less than the presidency of the fellows – an unprecedented elevation for someone who just a decade before had been perhaps the most ill-favoured figure in the senior combination room.
The election came at a particularly propitious time. The third volume of Science and Civilisation in China had now just been published, and, although critical reaction to the first two books had been good, with the appearance of the first ‘real’ book, which dealt with mathematics and astronomy, there could no longer be any doubt: Needham’s much vaunted project was going to be a vastly important monument of scholarship, an undertaking which, when completed, would rival James Murray’s Oxford English Dictionary and Leslie Stephen’s Dictionary of National Biography51 as among the great intellectual accomplishments of all time.
The changed reaction to Needham in the college also reflected a new attitude towards him outside it. Suddenly he seemed to have been transmuted from a revolutionary villain into a figure who was being met with growing respect for what was clearly shaping up to be a formidable achievement. He was creating something for which he, his college, his university, his country, and a steadily enlightened West could be illimitably proud. And the new respect he was winning thereby helped to make his new job at the college a great deal easier – not, it has to be said, that this was among the most challenging of positions.
The presidency of Caius College, at least in the 1950s, required only largely ceremonial duties – in the absence of the Master, Needham would preside over dinner in Hall and over dessert in the combination room, and that was about it. But, during his years as president, new duties would be added to his portfolio, to the point where by the middle of the turbulent next de
cade he held the post of college Vice-Master – giving him a set of responsibilities that proved ideal training for his next advance, which Needham, a dark horse, won by a majority vote of forty-five of the seventy-five fellows who were present at a formal meeting in early December 1965 This was when he became no less – and even at this remove the simple fact of his election beggars belief – than the Master of the college.
In academic terms Needham had made, in a little over forty years, an ascent from back-courtyard rags to high-table riches. He had achieved a stunning climb to power that rendered him now not merely a force to be reckoned with in the academic and literary worlds, but a figure of stature and power in one of the greatest universities in the world – and so a force in the realm as well. All of a sudden Joseph Needham was a man who, at work in the corridors of power of British life, very much mattered.
He remained Master for ten years, directing the ancient college through a time of almost unprecedented disturbance in the student world. Almost from the moment he undertook his duties, and had moved himself and thousands of his books into the Master’s elegant lodging house beside the chapel and the Hall, the outside planet’s politics went badly awry, and the zeitgeist became relentlessly mutinous.