Chapter 422 should be made into a movie immediately
The editor-in-chief of this issue of "Yanhe" recommends the novella "A Kind of Reality" written by Yu Hua, which tells the story of brothers killing each other in order to eliminate each other's troubles. The story of purpose. The author tells the thrilling "reality" in an extremely cold narrative tone.
Since Yu Hua returned from studying in Luyuan last year, her mastery of avant-garde novel techniques has become increasingly mature, and her creation has entered a climax period. She has successively published "The Noon of the Northwest Wind" and "The World Is Like Smoke". This time he wrote "A Kind of Reality".
An absurd novel with a avant-garde experimental flavor, Yu Hua tells the thrilling "reality" in an extremely cold narrative tone, showing the fragility and absurdity of reason, and full of viciousness towards human nature. of anger and anxiety.
Yu Hua's style has become familiar to the public readers. Some people call him the "bloodiest and most cold" author in China, which of course refers to the articles he wrote.
However, what interests readers the most in this issue is not this avant-garde novel, but the article "Qiu Ju's Lawsuit" written by Fang Minghua.
There are not too many obscure sentences, and there are no erratic and changing characters' thoughts, or cross-spliced plot paragraphs. It uses plain language to write about a rural woman's unrelenting lawsuit.
“Please give me an explanation.” is the most common sentence spoken by the heroine.
This Qiu Ju, and the village chief Wang Shantang who is the "villain" in the novel, their every move seems so familiar, and those stories seem to be happening around them.
This is the first time I saw a citizen sue an “official” and actually won in the end!
After the novel was published, it immediately aroused heated discussion. The famous critic Li Tuo published a comment in "Literary News":
"The novel describes it like this: the woman on the street wears scarlet lips. , hair permed into tiers of curls piled on the head, high heels clicking; pedestrians walked in a hurry, no time to feel the hot air around them - everything began to move forward faster and more prosperously, as if some kind of power was awakening.
< br>“This is China now, old and yearning for modernity, slow and eager to burst out. Among the uneven street scenes in the city, there are "trendy hair houses" next to cheap hotels; at the New Year picture stalls in the town market, pictorials of Hong Kong and Taiwan stars are juxtaposed with portraits of great people. All this is like a metaphor.
Fang Minghua used his delicate pen to slowly unfold this picture of life for mediocre people: how a pregnant woman relied on her tenacity and stubbornness to "petition" step by step, and finally got an explanation. If this is the awakening of legal consciousness, I would rather add a comment: this awakening contains the warmth of human feelings. ”
Finally, I want to ask Comrade Fang Minghua: From last year’s article “Platform” to this year’s article “Qiu Ju’s Lawsuit”, if we also include the article “No One Can Be Missed” written a few years ago, , writes about the joys and sorrows of small people in reality. Does this mean that in the literary world, which is surrounded by "avant-garde", it still has the survival foundation of realistic novels? "
It was three days later that Fang Minghua saw this review article.
As for Li Tuo's comments, he recognized it, and he was worthy of being called "Master Tuo" later. Of course, Fang Minghua did not intend to answer Li Tuo's question at the end of the article.
What's the rush?
Aren’t you going to hold a seminar on new realistic novels later?
Also invite Li Tuo over, let everyone speak freely and have a good debate.
This was the last novel hot spot in the literary world in the 1980s.
Fang Minghua drank tea and read the newspaper leisurely.
At this moment, the phone on the desk rang. Fang Minghua took the phone and heard a man's voice.
"Is it Comrade Minghua?"
"Standing Committee Member Liu? Hello, I am Fang Minghua." Fang Minghua said quickly.
"Minghua, the novel "Qiu Ju's Lawsuit" you wrote is very good. Did you read yesterday's "People's Daily"? The newspaper specifically commented on this novel."
"Really? ? Standing Committee Member Liu, I have been busy with work recently and I haven’t had time to read it yet.”
“Then you should read it carefully, but I greatly appreciate your novel. The article said: This novel is for ordinary people and ordinary people. The cadres received a lively legal lesson on how people can protect their own rights and interests. Grassroots cadres must change some of their illegal practices, otherwise they will be taken to court by the people. This is better than reading the legal provisions a hundred times. Ah."
"If this effect can be achieved, then I will be satisfied." Fang Minghua was very humble.
“Haha, of course, but I think it’s not enough.”
"Oh, you said." "The audience for novels is still relatively small, and the general public, especially rural people, rarely read magazine novels. In order to expand its influence, I suggest making it into a movie!"
< br>
Standing Committee Member Liu expressed his opinion on the phone: "Didn't our Qin Province have a famous director? Let him film!"
"You mean Zhang Yimou, right?" Fang Minghua asked road.
"Yes, that's him! He just won an award abroad. It is a glory for our country and even our Qin Province! I asked the comrades from the Department of Culture to communicate with Director Wu of Xiying and let him persuade Zhang Yimou to film Your novel!”
"Standing Committee Member Liu, don't go to such trouble. Zhang Yimou and I are quite familiar with each other, so I'll tell him." An educational video!”
“Thank you, Standing Committee Member Liu, for your encouragement.”
We chatted for a few more words before hanging up.
Fang Minghua sat on the chair, picked up the teacup and took a sip, remembering what he just said.
Let Zhang Yimou make this movie?
Isn’t this a natural thing?
I just don’t know, what is Zhang Yimou doing now?
Zhang Yimou's home did not have a telephone, and a director like him did not have a fixed office at Xiying Studio. Fang Minghua had no choice but to call Wu Tianmin to ask for news about Zhang Yimou.
At this time, Zhang Yimou was still shrouded in happiness.
Just this year (1988), at the 38th Berlin International Film Festival held on February 12, Zhang Yimou won the Golden Bear Award for Best Film for his movie "Red Sorghum". This was the first time that a Chinese filmmaker won the Golden Bear Award for Best Film in the three major European film festivals. Won the top prize at the film festival.
At that time, Zhang Yimou was wearing a suit that he had just made before going abroad. He laughed and took the "Golden Bear" he won for "Red Sorghum", and then raised it high above his head. The golden bear shone brightly above his head.
Because of his laughter, Yimou's mouth opened very wide, his eyes almost narrowed into a line, his short, thick and thick eyebrows squeezed towards the center of his eyebrows, and the groove lines at the corners of his mouth on both sides of his nose became more and more distinct.
Later, Mo Yan saw this photo and commented: "With this dignity, he really looks like the production captain of our village."
Now, he is at his home, admiring this photo. .
Although some people gave it bad reviews, he felt very satisfied.
Elegance? Personable?
That’s not myself.
I am a fool to begin with, why do you insist on making me wear a suit?
In Berlin, he always refused to wear a suit. If someone hadn't "threatened" him to protect national dignity before going on stage, he thought it would be good to wear his usual coarse cotton-padded jacket on the stage.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.
Zhang Yimou went over and opened the door. It was Wu Tianmin, director of Xiying Film Studio, with an old briefcase tucked into the creaking nest.
"Director, why are you here?" Zhang Yimou was a little surprised.
"I came to see you win the Golden Bear Award. Will you become a different person?" Wu Tianmin said and entered the room.
(End of this chapter)