Chapter 306 The book is indeed on the street
At this time, Fang Minghua was reviewing a novel.
Wang Anyi's novella "Little Baozhuang".
Although Wang Anyi did not sign the "Great God Agreement" with "Yanhe" magazine, she expressed Fang Minghua's support and their friendship and resolutely sent the novel that had just been revised.
"Xiao Baozhuang" tells the story of the living conditions and life destiny of several families in Xiao Baozhuang, a small village.
Among them, Xiaobaozhuang was completely destroyed by the flood, and a child died trying to save the orphaned old man Bao Wuye. The novel forms its grand writing vision and aesthetic atmosphere through the borrowing and replacement of myths, uses the art of irony to discover the historical truth of lost roots in the dual discourse confrontation of explicit and implicit, and explores the fate of mankind through multiple symbolic connotations. , human suffering, human culture and other grand propositions.
This is one of Wang Anyi’s masterpieces.
Awesome!
Sister An Yi!
Due to the long content, Fang Minghua decided to publish the novel in two issues in the "Editor's Recommendation Column" of the magazine in July and August.
Every time a novel is published in the "Editor's Recommendation" column, Fang Minghua will comment on it in the name of the editor:
"The author's narrative is cold and objective, hiding his personal emotions behind the scenes, and constructing a virtual depiction of the land of Huaibei. A complex network of character relationships. Through these character relationships, she shows the spirit of benevolence and righteousness, as well as a profound reflection on the entire national spirit and the reality of history."
After reading the novel, Fang Minghua thought about writing this paragraph. I feel quite satisfied.
Write another private message to Wang Anyi to express my gratitude.
Fang Minghua took out the letter paper and was about to start writing when the phone on his desk rang. He picked up the phone and heard Zhao Hongjun’s voice from the opposite side. He started to complain for a while, and finally complained: "Minghua, everyone It’s you who advocated avant-garde novels, but Lu Yao’s novel really couldn’t be sold!”
"I told you a long time ago, don't be anxious, don't be anxious. It was published in a hurry before the time came. Can you blame me for this?" Fang Minghua said helplessly.
"You can't blame me, right? "Flower City" is just publishing it now. I really can't wait."
"Flower City" can't even be published. For this book to be popular, it needs the right time, right place, and right people," Fang Minghua said slowly.
"Look at what you said, he looks like Zhuge Liang, can you pinch and count?"
"Okay, I won't be poor with you, Red Army, Lu Yao wrote his second part How's it going? Have you asked?"
"I called and asked about this a few days ago. Lu Yao replied that it will take some time. It is estimated that the completion will not be completed until September at the earliest."
"Red Army, send him some nutritional supplements in the name of the company. , and by the way, there’s coffee!” Fang Minghua warned on the phone.
"Don't worry, it has been mailed." Over the phone, Zhao Hongjun said lazily: "I'm just worried."
"What are you worried about?"
"If Knowing that the sales of the first part were so poor, does Lu Yao still have the confidence to complete the second and third parts?”
After listening to Zhao Hongjun's words, Fang Minghua was silent for a moment and said: "Don't worry, he will finish it. But Hongjun, don't tell him about this."
"Of course not."
Actually, Lu Yao, who was in the guest house of Tongchuan Coal Mine Hospital, already knew the situation after the publication of his novel.
Of course it was not what Zhao Hongjun said, but the information obtained from the editorial department of "Flower City".
Although Lu Yao is now focusing on the creation of the second part, he is still very concerned about the release of the first part.
What he wants to know is how readers evaluate his book. Is it really as bad as some editors say?
This afternoon, the room was extremely hot, and the floor-standing fan blew out hot air. Lu Yao was wearing an undershirt and shorts, his face was covered with sweat, and he was feeling a little irritable, so he put down the pen in his hand and found Director Sun of the guest house. I want to make a long-distance call to his office to inquire about the publication status of my novel.
Of course Director Sun knew that Lu Yaomao was here for creation, and the coal mine leader had already told him to provide him with all conveniences, so he agreed and used the key to open the long-distance lock - usually this is a lock On. Lu Yao was going to call Xie Wangxin, deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department of "Flower City" in Guangdong Province. He was mainly responsible for reviewing and publishing the first volume of "The Ordinary World" he wrote.
The call was quickly connected, and after a few greetings, Lu Yao couldn't wait to get down to the topic.
Xie Wangxin's answer was very vague, but why didn't the smart Lu Yao understand what he meant?
Readers’ response was also relatively lukewarm.
Lu Yao suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icehouse, feeling chilled all over.
"Lu Yao, but don't be discouraged. We are going to hold a symposium on "The Ordinary World" (Part 1) in Yanjing and invite some critics in Beijing and from your Qin Province to participate. Listen. Listen to their opinions, and you will come to participate when the time comes."
"Who from Qin Province will go?"
"Fang Minghua, editor-in-chief of "Yanhe", and Wang Yu, editor-in-chief of "Novel Review", we are planning to hold the meeting on June 20th. Please prepare."
"Okay, I will go back to Xijing first. Goodbye. "
Seeing Lu Yao hang up the phone, Director Sun hurriedly asked: "Writer Lu, how is the publication status of the novel you wrote? "
"Is it okay?" Lu Yao forced a smile on his face: "Director Sun, the deputy editor of "Flower City" invited me to Yanjing to hold a symposium on the novel I wrote, so I have to leave for a while."
"Open Symposium? That means your writing is good. I only held the symposium after hearing that the book was good." Director Sun was also very happy.
"Writer Lu, you can go, I will leave the house for you, I will never let anyone in casually."
"Thank you."
I hope so.
Lu Yao is also a little fanciful.
Director Sun is right. Symposiums are held only after many good works are published. This is a kind of affirmation of the work.
It was two nights after Fang Minghua met Lu Yao. He and Song Tangtang had just returned to their parents' house for dinner. Not long after driving home, they heard someone knocking on the door.
Fang Minghua went over to open the door and saw Lu Yao standing at the door.
"Brother Lu, are you back from Tongchuan? Please come in."
Fang Minghua greeted Lu Yao and sat on the sofa. Song Tangtang said hello and peeled an apple for him.
Lu Yao took the peeled apple from her, said thank you and said to Fang Minghua: "Minghua, I heard Xie Wangxin, the deputy editor of "Flower City" called and said that their magazine is planning to open in Yanjing I’m holding a symposium on the first volume of the book “The Ordinary World” I wrote, and you’re also invited to participate?”
"Yes, I also received a call from Editor Xie the day before yesterday." Fang Minghua replied: "If someone else's novel is written by someone else, I really don't want to go to Yanjing. It makes me sweat every time I move in such a hot day, but it's written by you. I will definitely want it." Go."
"Okay, besides you there is Wang Yu, but he has left today. Let's go together tomorrow."
"Okay, together." Fang Minghua agreed.
“Hey, Minghua, I really want to hear what these critics think of this book I wrote? Is it really bad?”
Yes, they I think your writing is poor, worse than you imagined.
But it's hard for Fang Minghua to say it now.
(End of this chapter)