Chapter 520 "Fragments of Civilization"
After it was written and carefully revised, Fang Minghua was ready to publish it, naturally in "Yanhe" magazine.
After breakfast this morning, Fang Minghua drove to the "Yanhe" magazine with four prose manuscripts.
The car parked across the road. As soon as Fang Minghua entered the magazine compound, everyone passing by smiled and greeted him.
Fang Minghua went directly to the third floor and knocked on the office with the two signs of president and editor-in-chief - this was originally his office, but now Bai Miao works here.
"Minghua!"
When Bai Miao saw him coming in, he quickly stood up to greet him.
"Sit down quickly. Now that you are transferred, you don't come here often to sit here. Everyone misses you." Bai Miao complained while pouring tea.
“It’s too late.” Fang Minghua said with a smile.
Since resigning as editor-in-chief last year, except for occasional private contacts with a few close friends, he rarely comes to the magazine.
Don't come over here if you have nothing to do, so as not to affect other people's work.
Actually, if you think about it, the term "people take tea to cool off" is not so derogatory, but is in line with reality.
"Bai Miao, I followed Lu Yao to the Tianhan area some time ago and wrote some prose travel notes. What do you think?"
Fang Minghua said, taking a look from his briefcase He took out a stack of manuscripts and handed them to Bai Miao.
"Have you written prose?" Bai Miao was a little surprised when he heard this: "You drink tea slowly first, and I will take a look."
Bai Miao took the manuscript and looked at it carefully for a while before raising his head: "Minghua, are you writing prose?"
"What? It doesn't look like it?" Fang Minghua asked after taking a sip of tea.
"No, I thought you were like Jia Pingwa and had a prose book like "The First Record of Shangzhou", but I didn't expect it was not the same thing at all."
" It's different, Pingwa wrote "The First Record of Shangzhou", I can't write a similar "The First Record of Tianhan", right?" Fang Minghua joked.
"Minghua, your prose reminds me of the prose of two old scholars, Jin Kemu and Zhang Zhongxing. One wrote "Swallows Pecking at Spring Ni" and the other wrote "Negative Words of Negotiation"," Bai Miao talked about his own point of view.
"They integrated academic knowledge and rational thinking into their prose. They did not pay special attention to the "standard" of the prose title, but regarded it as another form of self-expression or focus on reality besides professional research. I think The writing method you wrote is very similar to theirs.”
“You are right, I learned from their writing method. I call it cultural prose.”
“Cultural prose. ? This name is new, I called Wuchun to come over." Bai Miao picked up the phone on the desk.
Muchun is Zhao Munchun, the deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department and the leader of the prose poetry group, who was also promoted by Fang Minghua.
Zhao Muchun came over and greeted Fang Minghua. When he saw the article written by Fang Minghua, he was surprised and happy.
"Chairman Fang, it seems that you have not forgotten our poetry and prose group."
"Look what you said, I have been thinking about it." Fang Minghua replied, but he felt a little guilty.
To be honest, during his tenure as editor-in-chief, his focus has been on novels, and he occasionally paid attention to poetry, mainly because he had close contacts with the people in Nishikawa.
As for prose, I rarely care.
"Chairman Fang, we want all four essays. We will publish two in this issue and leave the remaining two for the next issue." Zhao Muchun immediately decided: "Chairman Fang, do you still want to write? "If it's appropriate, I plan to write a series." Fang Minghua expressed his thoughts.
The more Zhao Wuchun listened, the happier he became.
Oh my god.
If this series of essays were published, wouldn’t it create a genre of prose?
Yes, I just thought of the name, cultural prose!
After Fang Minghua finished speaking, Zhao Munchun said: "In this case, I will temporarily open a column in our magazine to publish your essays! By the way, what is the name of your series?"
"Mainly It’s what I saw and felt when I visited the Tianhan and Baiyin areas, so I’ll call it Travels to the Northwest.” Fang Minghua expressed his thoughts.
Zhao Muchun pondered for a moment after listening, and then said: "Editor Fang, let me make a suggestion. According to what you just said, they are basically cultural relics. Since
How about calling it "Fragments of Civilization"?
Ouch
You are following Yu Qiuyu's path, leaving Yu Qiuyu with nowhere to go in the future.
"Okay, you do what you want." Fang Minghua agreed.
"Since this is a series, Editor Fang, you'd better write a preface and briefly introduce your trip to Tianhan and Baiyin." Zhao Wuchun reminded again.
"Okay, let me think about it." Fang Minghua agreed.
Soon, a fresh preface was published:
"I am Han, I speak Chinese, and I write Chinese characters because we have a great dynasty - the Han Dynasty. A very important town in the Han Dynasty is Tianhan. This is the hometown of the Han people.
Part 1 Last month, my friend Lu Yao and I, accompanied by Xu Yue, the editor-in-chief of "Chinese and Foreign Documentary Literature" magazine, went back to our "hometown".
Thousands of years of historical changes, past lives can be seen in a blink of an eye. This life has long been intertwined into a dream. Let’s approach it and have another sweet dream of returning to the Han Dynasty.
The May issue of Yanhe magazine officially published the first chapter of Fang Minghua’s “Fragments of Civilization” series of essays. Two articles: "The Age of Awakening" and "Columbus of the East"
As the author, Fang Minghua certainly wants to know the readers' opinions on these two essays. Bai Miao also said that he would sort out the relevant letters from readers. Have someone deliver it to his home.
However, Fang Minghua had not yet received a letter from a reader, but received a call from Liu Jianjun of Western University.
"Minghua, take time out these two days to come to Western University."
"Principal Liu, what can I do?" Fang Minghua asked.
“Lecture.”
“Didn’t I just finish my lecture last week? I have to lecture again so soon?” Fang Minghua felt strange.
From last autumn to now, Fang Minghua has finished talking about two important schools of avant-garde novels popular in the literary world in the 1980s: stream of consciousness and magical realism.
According to his plan, the next series is going to talk about postmodernist novels represented by Ma Yuan, but it will be scheduled in a month, why is it so urgent?
“I read two essays you published in Yanhe magazine. They are very interesting. Tell the students about the characteristics and writing techniques of this type of prose. I would also like to hear it!”
Huh? this?
"After this, you don't have to come to class this semester." Liu Jianjun said with a smile on the phone.
Well, that's good advice.
"Okay, let's set it to next Tuesday. I have to prepare." Fang Minghua said.
"Okay, next Tuesday, at 2:30 in the afternoon, in the school auditorium." Liu Jianjun also spoke crisply.
Why put it in the auditorium again?
Isn’t that another lecture for thousands of people?
(End of this chapter)