Ngapoi Ngawang Jigme - His Published Work

His Published Work

  • Ngapo Ngawang Jigmei et al., Tibet (with a foreword by Harrison Salisbury), Edmonton: Hurtig Publishers, or New York: McGraw-Hill Book Company, 1981, 296 p. (a coffee-table book)
  • On the 1959 Armed Rebellion, in China Report, 1988, vol. 24, pp. 377–382
  • A great Turn in the Development of Tibetan History, published in the first issue of the China Tibetology quarterly, Beijing, 1991 / Grand tournant historique au Tibet, in La Tibétologie en Chine, n° 1, 1991
  • On Tibetan Issues, Beijing, New Star Publishers, 1991
  • Narrator in Masters of the Roof of the Wind, a documentary on feudalism in old Tibet
  • Ngapoi recalls the founding of the TAR, an interview published by chinaview, on August 30, 2005

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