Chapter 546 Playing mahjong and winning a literary prize
In the past, the mahjong nest was basically at Jia Pingwa’s house, but the place was a bit narrow. Ever since Fang Minghua moved into the exclusive courtyard inside Chaoyang Gate, he moved here.
But I don’t hit frequently, only once a week, usually on weekend nights. If I take a half-nighter, I can sleep more tomorrow without having to go to work.
Generally the mahjong quartet is Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa, Chen Zhongshi and Fang Minghua, but for more than half a year, Chen Zhongshi hid in his hometown of Bailuyuan and revised his "Bailuyuan" over and over again without going into the city. , so I changed it to Bai Miao.
Song Tangtang was reading a book in the living room, taking the opportunity to play with the kitten Dou Sprout in his arms. His son Lele was beside him and was very serious about addition and subtraction within ten. The daughter is practicing piano alone in the piano room on the second floor, with her most loyal companion, the little shepherd dog Doumiao, nestled next to her.
The tinkling tinkling of the piano complements the clattering mahjong sounds from the mahjong room in the east wing without disturbing each other.
Fang Minghua and the others didn’t pay much, just fifty cents, mainly to get in the mood and relax after a busy week.
Drinking tea, smoking, and playing mahjong are one of the great pleasures in life.
The rules of mahjong in Qin Province are simple. There are no plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, no missing doors, and even only touching but not eating. A lot of it is based on luck and does not require too much thinking. Everyone chats while playing.
"Hey, have you heard that this year's Nobel Prize has been announced." It was Bai Miao who spoke.
"Who will win the literature prize?" Jia Pingwa asked casually as she played a card worth 80,000 yuan.
Everyone here is a writer and literati, so naturally they are very interested in this award.
“It seems to be a South African female writer named Nadine Gordimer.” Bai Miao replied: “I read in the newspaper, and the Royal Swedish Academy of Literature’s comment on her was: Describing in a straightforward way Focusing on the relationship between individuals and society in a very complex environment, Gordimer's literary works provide an in-depth examination of the historical process and at the same time contribute to the historical process."
"You have heard of this man. A female writer? "
"South Africa, so far away." Jia Pingwa shook her head and looked at Minghua: "You are knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Have you ever heard of this person?"
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"I probably know a little bit." Fang Minghua touched a card and said: "She is a white female writer. Her novels mainly describe the white and black society in South Africa under the apartheid policy. They depict the political structure and turbulent society of South Africa. and the revolutionary movements that followed white and black awakening. "
"Representative works include "The People of July" and so on. I went to the United States and saw that book. It tells the story of this period. There is no Chinese translation in our country, but once it wins, there will definitely be Someone translated and published it.”
Everyone heard it.
Jia Pingwa took a puff of cigarette and then said: "You said that she is a white writer, so she is a beneficiary of South Africa's apartheid system, right? Why did she write such a novel?"
"Writers all have their own moral standards and conscience. This is not surprising."
The four of them chatted while chatting, and soon they talked about the Chinese writer winning the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Lu Yao, who had been silent just now, suddenly said:
"I heard that Shen Congwen, who passed away, was nominated twice as a candidate for the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1987 and 1988. People. Especially in 1988, Shen Congwen was at the top of the list of candidates. It is a pity that he passed away, otherwise he would have been the first person in our country to win the Nobel Prize for Literature."
"Really? What a pity.”
“Who do you think can be the first in our country to win the Nobel Prize for Literature?”
"No need to ask, it must be one of your three great writers." Bai Miao said with a smile.
"Okay, okay, Bai Miao, don't praise me." Jia Pingwa said: "Now that Minghua and Lu Yao have won the Mao Dun Award, I will be satisfied if I can win the Mao Dun Award. "
You can get it, but you have to wait more than ten years.
Fang Minghua laughed in his heart.
At this moment, Bai Miao suddenly said: "Three vice-chairmen, I want to report something to you." Seeing Bai Miao's sudden serious look, the three of them were stunned. The mahjong players all forgot about him and all looked at him.
"Say Bai Miao, what drama are you going to sing now?" Lu Yao said.
“I just talked about the Nobel Prize and the Mao Dun Prize. I want our Qin Provincial Writers Association to establish a national literary award.” Bai Miao expressed his thoughts:
“Look, The National Outstanding Short and Novella Award organized by the Writers Association has been discontinued since 1989. Now various places hold their own literary awards: Ding Ling Literature Award, "Contemporary" Literature Award for Novels and Novels, "Yalu River" Works Award, etc."
“Yanhe is now a first-class literary magazine in China, and all the articles it publishes are heavyweights. Why not hold a “Yanhe” Literary Award?”
"I had this idea at the beginning of the year, but I never had the chance to report it to the leaders of the Writers' Association. When I mentioned this matter today, I will report it to the three of you in advance to listen to your opinions."
"Well, that's interesting. Tell me your specific thoughts." Lu Yao lit a cigarette and asked.
“At first I wanted to organize it in the name of Yanhe magazine, but I felt that the power was a bit weak and the award was not big enough, so I organized it in the name of our Qin Provincial Writers Association and Yanhe magazine Organized by the society, it is held every one or two years, and it mainly rewards outstanding short stories, essays or collections of essays, as well as poems and poetry collections. "
"No, no, no," Jia Pingwa. He rejected it at once: "Aren't you repeating the Lu Xun Literature Award?"
The Lu Xun Literature Award is also an important literary award sponsored by the Chinese Writers Association, aiming to reward outstanding novellas, short stories, reportage, and poetry. , essays, and literary theory reviews, reward the translation of Chinese and foreign literary works, and promote the prosperity and development of Chinese literature.
However, it is somewhat regrettable that although this award was established in 1986, due to various reasons, no winning work has been selected until now (1991).
Fang Minghua remembers that the first Lu Xun Literature Award was awarded in 1998.
But no matter what, the reputation has now been established.
When Bai Miao heard Jia Pingwa's rebuttal, he explained: "It's not exactly the same. I heard that the Lu Xun Literature Award is the same as the Mao Dun Award. It rewards several works in one genre. Let's make it more refined. One The genre only rewards one work, which is more valuable.”
“A smaller version of the Lu Xun Award?” Jia Pingwa said again.
"Then let's simply inherit the mantle of the original National Outstanding Short Story Award and let our Qin Provincial Writers Association award it!" Lu Yao came up with an idea.
“This is a good idea.” Jia Pingwa agreed.
Bai Miao was a little reluctant.
Why do you discriminate against poetry and prose so much?
Let’s not talk about poetry for now. You can see that the prose scene was booming last year.
At this time, he suddenly noticed Fang Minghua, who had been playing mahjong silently, and quickly asked: "Minghua, why don't you talk today? Tell me what thoughts and opinions you have."
"Bang!"
Fang Minghua touched a pair of whiteboards in front of the door, played another way to get rich, and then said: "I say Bai Miao, since you want to win a literary award, I think you should play bigger."
< br>“How to be bigger?”
“How about learning from Nobel and building a world-class one?”
(End of this chapter)