I recently finished Julia Lovell's The Great Wall: China Against the World, 1000 B.C. - A.D. 2000 (2007), which entertained and (more importantly) told me a number of things I didn't know. I'll post some other excerpts from the book a little while down the road, but today's excerpt, about Cressey, will give you a taste, as well as hint at how easily anyone, even an owlish, scholarly geographer, could play the pulp role.
The  region was explored by an American geographer called George B. Cressey  in the 1920s, a decade of profound internal disorder in China.His visits  coincided with the heyday of the regional warlord, a period in which  local power and loyalties changed course as easily as the desert sands  he was charting. More than once Cressey found himself beaten back in his  investigations by disorganized soldiers, at one point being forced into  retreat by an approaching gang of 200 bandits (this despite his own  thirty-six-strong cavalry escort). During more peaceful interludes,  however, Cressey had the leisure to find the greater part of the area  'an arid desolate plain...an inhospitable waste' of climatic extremes  (reaching 100 degrees Fahrenheit in summer, minus 40 in winter) covered  in 'shifting sands held here and there by low scrub or wiry  grass...where nature offers but little to man, and yields that little  grudgingly.'
Cressey did the academic geographer thing WITH A CAVALRY ESCORT. Look at him! That guy did that.
Big ups, Mr. Cressey.
 
 
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