savage formosa

National Geographic is one of those magazines like good chocolate I get breathless over when each new issue arrives in the mail, but secretly suspect of being the vanguard of right-wing colonialist loons reminiscing into afternoon gins about the innate superiority of the British East India Company, and so have a kernel of guilt every time I sniff its glossy pages, a post-modern resentment for its educating me.

The View From Taiwan is one of currently 160 blogs I subscribe to, and has similarly educated me as well as making me homesick for Taipei, 18 months since I left. A week ago, he scanned the March 1920 issue article, Formosa the Beautiful