Chapter 648 647 "Feng Shui is turning, come to my house next year."
The weather is good today, the winter sun is warm on the body, Fang Minghua is sitting in the small courtyard drinking tea, and Bai Miao is sitting opposite .
It seems that he is in a good mood.
"Say Bai Miao, your editor-in-chief did a good job, why did you suddenly quit?" Fang Minghua asked.
Bai Miao put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at Fang Minghua: "Minghua, haven't you noticed that I have aged a lot in the past few years?"
Fang Minghua took a closer look and discovered that he had white hair on his temples.
Actually, Bai Miao is only 35 years old this year, only two years older than Fang Minghua.
“The job of editor-in-chief is really not done by humans.” Bai Miao sighed again.
"Bai Miao, your words are so harmful. You scolded me, you, and Chairman Chen." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
Due to health reasons, Bai Miao was unable to serve as the president and editor-in-chief of "Yanhe". As a last resort, the superiors appointed a new president, and the position of editor-in-chief was temporarily held concurrently by Chen Zhongshi.
History has returned to its original trajectory.
Bai Miao laughed after hearing this: "I am telling the truth. I went to the hospital for a checkup some time ago. The doctor said that I suffered from severe neurasthenia and anxiety."
"Anxiety disorder? So serious?" Fang Minghua was shocked when he heard this.
“Do you think I’m faking my resignation due to illness? Can’t you be anxious as you see magazine sales declining day by day? At the beginning of every month, I stay awake all night long, unable to receive good manuscripts. I can’t make the editor’s recommendations for the next issue, so I’m anxious.” Bai Miao sighed deeply.
"It's not your fault. Nowadays, major serious literary magazines, whether it is "Contemporary" or "People's Literature," are having a hard time. The golden age of pure literature has passed." Fang Minghua comforted.
"So, while the sales of "Yanhe" are still manageable, I quickly resigned and came to the Writers' Association to write some things and study jade, as a way to provide for my retirement.
That is, the Provincial Writers' Association's No. 1 At the Fourth Congress, Bai Miao was also elected as the vice chairman of the Writers' Association. In addition to being an editor and writing articles, he also had a great hobby. He liked to study jade and was also very interested in jade culture
<. br>After hearing what Bai Miao said, Fang Minghua smiled and said: "Bai Miao, you are only two years older than me, and you are in your prime, but you actually want to take care of yourself in old age? Otherwise, preparations for the second World Chinese Literature Award will begin. How about you come over and help me? "
"Okay, doing this thing is my strength. More importantly, unlike running a magazine, there is not much pressure! "Bai Miao agreed.
"That's it. ”
According to Fang Minghua’s plan, a preparatory office for the second World Chinese Literature Award was established around the Spring Festival. From April to July, submissions were solicited from literature lovers all over the world, and all literary works that met the selection criteria in the two years from 1992 to 1993 were collected.
Then the reading class and jury members will review and discuss the manuscripts one by one, and awards will be given at the end of the year or early next year.
It is not difficult for Bai Miao to set up a preparatory office and recruit members of the reading class and jury.
The temporary seconded personnel are naturally seconded from within the Writers' Association and "Yanhe" magazine. He is now the vice chairman of the Writers' Association and once served as the president and editor-in-chief of the magazine. It is very simple to find a few capable people to come and help. .
Having been the president and editor-in-chief of the magazine for nearly five years, I have a certain status in the literary world and have established good relationships with many domestic writers, literary critics and even fellow editors. Now we are inviting suitable candidates to participate in the award. The selection process is not too difficult.
The first World Chinese Literature Award caused a great sensation in the literary circles at home and abroad, which is conducive to the smooth development of the second Literature Award.
More importantly, generous work subsidies are given to members of the reading class and the jury, which makes many people happy to be invited.
Bai Miao actively participated in this activity and took the initiative to take up the work. Fang Minghua was very happy.
In fact, according to his opinion, it is best to just provide the money himself. If you let others do it, of course you have to find someone who is both capable and trustworthy.
Bai Miao is the best candidate. While the two were chatting, the doorbell rang again. Fang Minghua went over to open the door and found Lu Yao standing at the door with a black briefcase tucked into the creaking nest.
The artificial leather that had some peeling off in the early years has now been replaced with real leather.
"Brother Lu, come in." Fang Minghua greeted warmly.
"Haha, come and take a look if you have nothing to do." Lu Yao smiled as he entered the small courtyard and saw Bai Miao sitting on a wicker chair and drinking tea leisurely.
"Hey. Bai Miao, why are you here to drink tea at Minghua? I said your editor-in-chief did a good job, why did you resign?"
"If you don't resign, how can you have time to drink tea here?" Bai Ma said with a smile, and then asked:
"Lu Yao, look at what you said, it seems that I am not the editor-in-chief of "Yanhe"? Then? Let me ask you, why are you not qualified to be the chairman of the Provincial Writers Association? "
"Then you ask Minghua, why is he not qualified?" Lu Yao also asked.
"How come you two are arguing about me?" Fang Minghua said: "Brother Lu, wait a moment, I will ask Xiaoqin to get a chair for you."
There is no need for Fang Minghua to shout. , the nanny had already brought a wicker chair from the tea room, Fang Minghua took another porcelain cup, poured Lu Yao a cup of tea, and the three of them started chatting.
"Lu Yao, do you have anything to do with Minghua?" Bai Miao asked casually.
"It's nothing serious, let's just chat." Lu Yao said and took out a magazine from his briefcase.
"Zhongshan" published a literary review written by Minghua, called "On the Aesthetic Style of Neorealist Novels", have you read it?"
"Yes, Why didn't you read it? I also complained to Minghua, why didn't such a good article be published in "Yanhe"? But he said that the editor-in-chief of "Zhongshan" Zhao Benfu couldn't help it." Bai Miao said.
"That's right." Fang Minghua interjected.
"Hey, hey, I didn't come here today to hear about the lawsuit between you two." Lu Yao said, "I have benefited a lot from this article."
"Lu Yao, is it because of you? The long novel "Collapse" that you are currently writing? "Bai Miao noticed something.
Many people in the Writers Association now know that Lu Yao has almost closed his doors in the past two years, just like when he wrote "The Ordinary World" ten years ago, he has devoted himself to creation.
“In today’s society, serious literary creation is no longer popular, especially realist novels, and they are not easy to write. If you don’t write well, people will say that you are doing the traditional realist works of the past.”Gao Daquan” That kind of thing is either entertaining or vulgar, so I think Minghua’s article is very good and very instructive for writing realistic novels at this stage,” Lu Yao said.
"Brother Lu, please stop praising me. How is your article "Collapse" going?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.
"The first draft is basically completed, but I feel very unsatisfied and need major surgery." Lu Yao explained.
This is how Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi write, and no one is surprised.
"Hey, Minghua, do you think this new realism can become a thing?" Bai Miao asked a question.
"Of course it can be done. Look, avant-garde literature has obviously ebbed. Except for Can Xue who is still persisting, emerging writers such as Yu Hua, Su Tong, and Ge Fei have begun to change their writing styles. New Realistic Novels In fact, only Liu Zhenyun, Liu Heng, and Chi Li are working on it. The inherent limitations of this novel type are destined to not be too popular. "
"What should I write about? Or write about history, like Zhongshi, Su Tong, and Yu. Hua and others, either write about the present, which is neorealism.”
"It's true that the tides are turning. Come to my house next year." Lu Yao couldn't help but sigh when he thought about the ups and downs of various schools in the literary world over the past ten years.
(End of this chapter)