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(1900–54), novelist and Hollywood scriptwriter, remembered principally for Lost Horizon (1933), set in the Tibetan lamasery

In Lost Horizon, James Hilton presents a westerner's imagination of the oriental \"Shangri-la\". According to the orientalism perspective of Edward.W.Said, the article tries to analyze the \"Shangri-la\" of Hilton just as the Other of the west used to establish their ethnic identity. In the development process of cultural globalization, as the Other of the west, the East should have its own definite identity, not to be imaginary. Said's theory provide a useful insight into the relationship between the Chinese and Western culture in the context of globalization. [PUBLICATION ABSTRACT]

We're all, \"The guy who wrote 'Lost Horizons?' Came up with the term (and mythical land) of Shangri-La in that very same novel? Wrote 18 other books? Including 'Goodbye, Mr. Chips'? Won an Academy Award for his adaptation of 'Mrs. Miniver'? Married Zeppo Kardashian, the funniest but most overlooked of the Kardashian clan?\" When his mother died in the 1940s, Hilton's dad moved back to England and [James Hilton] moved into the modest stucco house, where he managed to write another four books, including \"So Well Remembered,\" which, like six other Hilton novels, was made into a movie, and \"Morning's Journey,\" about the film business. A neighbor of Hilton's related a story to a Press-Telegram reporter about another neighbor who was backing out of his driveway and plowed into Hilton's 1940 Ford convertible. The neighbor had a difficult time getting Hilton to even come to the door to discuss the matter, and when he finally did, Hilton insisted on paying the repair cost himself to avoid further conversation.

This paper examines the inherent contradictions presented by locating 'the space of the dream'. In this case it is the fictitious lamasery of Shangri-La described by James Hilton in the novel Lost Horizon, claimed to have been inspired by a monastery to the north of Zhongdian in the Chinese province of Yunnan. Whilst some of the idyllic attributes of Hilton's vision of paradise on Earth are grounded in the natural and cultural diversity of the entire region, contingencies of place were bound to compromise any attempt to promote any one location as such for the purposes of international tourism. If it is a case of mis-taken identity, however, does it matter? The tourists may internalize their expectations and build a composite image of their diverse and disparate experiences which they take back home.

6. What villain in a sports movie utters the immortal line, \"If he dies, he dies\"? 7. Who was Diana Ross' 1980s song \"Missing You\" written about? 6. Soviet boxer Ivan Drago in Rocky IV.

Like Mr Chips, the word has become part of the English language, the name of retirement bungalows from Devon to Durban; of hotels and boarding houses promising rest and seclusion in every continent; of a county in the Chinese province in Yunnan (renamed from Zhondiang in 2001 to promote tourism); of an American aircraft carrier; and of Franklin D Roosevelt's presidential retreat (since renamed Camp David). The imagination of what his critics knew as a \"middlebrow\" novelist made all this possible, rather than oriental scholarship or the worship of holy men. [James Hilton] was born in 1900 in Leigh, Lancashire, and died in 1954 in Long Beach, California. The son of an elementary schoolteacher, he was an occasional contributor to the Manchester Guardian before he became a novelist. I like to think of his typing fingers tapping out the name Shangri-La for the first time in a house on the edge of Epping Forest, with no suspicion of the effect it would have on global nomenclature, the threat it posed to \"the Pines\" and \"Bon Accord\" and \"Sea View\". In the book, what Shangri-La promises in its isolation is a harmonious and immensely long life. It has flush toilets and comfortable baths imported from America, but is otherwise \"uncontaminated\" by dance bands, cinemas and neon. \"Your plumbing is quite rightly as modern as you can get it, the only certain boon, to my mind, that the east can take from the west,\" the most sympathetic of the hijacked westerners tells his hosts. \"I often think that the Romans were fortunate; their civilisation reached as far as hot baths without touching the fatal knowledge of machinery.\" But the real mark of Shangri-La is its avoidance of any kind of excess. The people are \"moderately sober, moderately chaste, and moderately honest\". According to its visionary head lama, the sanctuary is the equivalent of a Noah's ark that will preserve human values through the age \"when men, exultant in the technique of homicide\" destroy the world beyond. \"Then, my son, when the strong have devoured each other, the Christian ethic may at last be fulfilled, and the meek shall inherit the earth.\"

As we climbed ever higher on twisting mountain roads, we left behind the lush Naxi farmland and pretty [Yi] villages clinging to the lower hillsides, and entered what was once Tibet. It officially became Yunnan when the Chinese government redefined the borders in 1951. Stupas and fluttering prayer flags clung to rocky outcrops, and sturdy white Tibetan houses dotted the landscape. You know you're nearing Shangri-la when the landscape flattens out into rolling pasture surrounded by mountain peaks. After three hours we stopped at Benzilan, the first of the new Songtsam lodges. The air was warm in this sheltered valley and we sat under a wisteria and gazed out over farmland before visiting the village. We'd seen brooks tumbling down every valley, and here one powered a little wooden threshing wheel. Animals rootled along the road, and each house had maize, marigolds, pine kernels, garlic and chillies drying in the autumn sun. Back at the hotel, we slipped on Chinese slippers and ate tiny, crispy bamboo skewers of sesame-coated yak and spiced steamed pumpkin and potato with Tibetan bread. Captions: Comfort station . . . (clockwise from left) a spacious bedroom at the Songtsam Benzilan lodge, Songzangling monastery, a brightly painted farmhouse door, the Baimang Snow Mountain reserve, Yi women selling wild funghi for herbal remedies; Chinese takeaway . . . street food on sale in Shangri-la, formerly Zhongdian