Chapter 232 Yu Hua’s hesitation
Liu Sola from Yanjing finally determined his writing direction, but Yu Hua from Zhejiang Province is still hesitant. .
At the end of 1983, Yu Hua rushed from Haiyan to Shanghai alone, and finally found Fang Minghua, the editor of "Yanhe" magazine. Under his careful guidance, the "Stars" article was published in "Yanhe" magazine published.
This is the first time that Yu Hua has published a novel in a national publication, and it is also the first time for everyone in Haiyan.
The whole county was shocked.
For this reason, he was first seconded and finally transferred to the County Cultural Center.
This is his dream place.
The office is not very bright but very spacious. There are almost no people in the whole office and it is quiet outside.
Is there any place more conducive to your own creation than this?
He behaved like this on the first day he entered the office.
But more than a year later, he found that he was wrong, very wrong.
In the past year, he worked diligently and wrote several short stories such as "The Tenor's Love", "Old Postal Notes", "When Can You Hold This Hand Again", etc., which were published in "West Lake". "Young Writers" and "Yanhe".
But it did not bring him happiness like the first novel "Stars", but instead brought him depression.
Some people publicly accused him of writing these things: "too stingy", "not profound", and even "a poor imitation."
He admitted that he was imitating.
Some are imitating Wang Zengqi, and some are imitating Kawabata Yasunari.
But how can we write "generous" and "deep" works?
Yu Hua looked back on his experience of more than 20 years more than once: He had never joined a team or been an editor like Fang Minghua, nor had he endured so many hardships as Mo Yan in his childhood. He had never gone to university or been an editor. As a worker, there have been no twists and turns, no ups and downs.
He didn’t know what to write or how to write, and felt confused and painful:
“How I wish I could be exiled to Siberia and shepherd sheep like Su Wu did in ancient times, so that maybe I could write Produce good things.”
One time, he couldn't bear it anymore and said these words to his new wife. As a result, his wife quickly touched his forehead.
"Yu Hua, you don't have a fever, do you? Don't scare me?!"
He never said this to anyone again.
It was raining outside today, and there were very few people coming to work. As always, he was sitting alone in the office, silently reading various newspapers and magazines. I haven’t written anything for a long time.
He felt as if he had encountered an invisible wall.
He had hit his head badly but could not pass.
Suddenly, he saw this article by Fang Minghua, and he became energetic and read it carefully.
Once, twice.
For a whole day, Yu Hua was immersed in this article, carefully considering every sentence and word he wrote.
“In fact, every work of avant-garde novels is written by the author himself and expresses the author’s inner world. Everyone’s experience and inner world are unique, so the novels written are also unique. .”
"The cold, objective, concise and implicitly sarcastic language expresses the author's anxious and worried mind. You can use cold language as a "sharp ax" to split the illusion of life that blinds people's eyes, but they jump under this cold language. With a burning heart, he formed this narrative style that is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, filled with joy and sorrow." Slowly, Yu Hua finally understood.
"Every work is about the author himself and expresses the author's inner world" - If my work is about myself, what should I write about?
Hospital.
I have been wandering around every corner of the hospital since I was a child, and I have become accustomed to the buckets of bloody things brought out of the operating room, and those miserable cries,
He still remembers one thing.
A few years ago, I was arranged to study in a dental hospital in a city. At that time, I happened to shoot a prisoner who was twenty-one or twelve years old. After the shooting, I took the dead prisoner to a mottled paint in the elementary school next door. A throw on the ping pong table.
It didn’t take long before doctors from various disciplines came from Shanghai and Hangzhou to carve up the place there, covering all disciplines.
What poking out hearts and eyes.
Those people are used to talking and laughing.
Can't these be written into novels?
Death, blood, indifference.
As Minghua said, use "cold, objective, concise and sarcastic language to express an anxious and worried mind. You can use cold and stern language" The language is used as a "sharp ax" to split the illusion of life that blinds people's eyes."
Thinking of this, he smiled, looking at the rain that kept falling, he had never felt that the rain was so lovely.
Because, he saw the wall in front of him collapse.
Many years later, he recalled:
"When I was about to become a funeral object of literary superstition, it was Minghua's article that saved me from Kawabata Yasunari's butcher knife. I understood this as fate. A gift.”
These pioneering novel writers who have become famous or are about to become famous draw energy and nutrition from Fang Minghua’s article, but some are confused.
This afternoon, Fang Minghua is preparing the next lecture content in the office.
This time it is simple, mainly talking about the writing skills of modern poetry:
"Modern poetry is free, but that doesn't mean that phonology is unimportant. The length changes or neatness of sentence patterns and the harmony of rhymes are part of the beauty. This is the wealth gained from old poetry."
" This is the role of sentence length in poetry, which makes the poetry rhythmic. Even if the singing style of the words is now lost, it still reads catchy. This is the beauty of art, and in modern poetry, some people also take it from it. I have gained a lot of experience. Some good poets have such characteristics in their poems. "
" For example, the poems of Xu Zhimo and Dai Wangshu, the modern poems of Shu Ting, and the poems of Yu Guangzhong. ”
“True poetry is the perfect unity of art and ideals, the corresponding unity of color, emotion, sound, line and tension, and the condensed language of truth, goodness and beauty
Fang Minghua While he was busy writing in the office, the office door was suddenly knocked open, and it was Lu Yao who came in, carrying his eternal artificial leather briefcase.
"Brother Lu." Fang Minghua stood up and was surprised.
“Didn’t you go to Tongchuan to write? Why are you back again? Brother Jia asked you to give lectures again?”
“No, I suddenly couldn’t calm down anymore.”
< br>"What's wrong?"
Fang Minghao poured him a cup of tea and sat across from him.
"Hey, it's what you said in the West Auditorium last time." Lu Yao sighed and continued.
"Minghua, I told you that this long novel I wrote is set in the ten years from the mid-1970s to the mid-1980s. It tells the story of the struggle of a pair of young brothers on the yellow earth. , a typical realistic theme, I have been thinking about it for three years, and I started with full confidence. Now I suddenly feel that I am out of date in writing these things.”
(End of this chapter)