Chapter 734 Participating in the evaluation of the 4th Mao Dun Award
5.1 As soon as Labor Day passed, the weather got hotter and summer entered in Xijing.
The third World Chinese Literature Award has been launched. Bai Miao is responsible for the specific work, leaving Fang Minghua free.
With nothing on hand now, Fang Minghua is preparing to write the third part of the Harry Potter series: "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban".
Harry Potter has spent an extraordinary two years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is rumored that Black is a loyal follower of the "dark magic" master Voldemort, the murderer of Harry's parents. , once used a magic spell to end 13 lives one after another.
Harry's life has changed greatly.
Compared with the first two parts, this one begins to show a dark style. If the first two can be considered typical fairy tales for children, then starting with this one, the transition to the adult world begins.
The protagonist and his friends are starting to grow up!
According to Fang Minghua’s writing habits, he writes the outline first and then the content. Anyway, there is no rush and he has plenty of time.
Li Li said in the email that the first volume of "Harry Potter" is still selling well. The French and Spanish translations have been completed and proofread, and are in the process of cooperating with French Flamarion Publishing House and Spanish publishers. Salvat Publishing Company is negotiating to publish French and Spanish editions.
Publishers in Argentina and Chile, both in Spanish-speaking South America, are also very interested in the book and hope to introduce it to their countries.
The English version of the second "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" has been fully translated and will be released simultaneously in the United Kingdom and the United States early next year as planned.
As for the third volume I'm writing now, the publication date has been scheduled for early 1998, so what's the rush?
This morning, as usual, Fang Minghua took the Demu bean sprouts to Lao Liu's house outside Chaoyang Gate to have a bowl of spicy soup, and then took a walk home.
The wife went to work, the two children went to school, and the nanny was cleaning the yard. Fang Minghua went upstairs to make a cup of Mingqian tea produced in Hupao Spring, turned on the computer and prepared to code.
Before opening the word document, the landline on the desk rang. Fang Minghua picked up the phone and said, "Who is this?"
A girl's voice sounded on the phone, speaking standard Xijing dialect.
"Hello, Chairman Fang, I am Xiao Wu from the office. Chairman Chen asked you to come to the unit now. I have something important to tell you."
Chen Zhongshi is looking for me?
Now, as long as the Writers Association is not meeting, Fang Minghua will never go to the work for anything important, and he can be free at home.
It seemed that Chen Zhongzhen was asking him to come over now because it was urgent, so he said: "Okay, I'll be right over."
Put on his coat and went downstairs. When he went to the yard, Fang Minghua said hello to the nanny and went to the garage. He drove his Toyota SUV and turned onto Dong 5th Road, heading west.
Arrived at the Writers Association compound, the car parked in front of the office building. Fang Minghua went up to the second floor and knocked on Chen Zhongshi's office.
We are all acquaintances and there is no need to be polite. Chen Zhongshi went straight to the point: "Minghua, yesterday afternoon I received a notice from the National Writers Association asking you to participate in the evaluation of the 4th Mao Dun Literary Award."
< br>"Me?" Fang Minghua was a little surprised.
"Yes, the preliminary evaluation of this Mao Dun Award ended last year. According to the arrangements of the Writers Association, a selection committee will be formed immediately to start the final evaluation. You will be a member of the selection committee."
Holy crap!
Escaped from the selection process for the World Chinese Literature Award, and now faces the selection process for the Mao Dun Award!
But this thing is probably impossible to avoid.
"Yesterday, Comrade Deng Youmei, vice chairman of the Writers Association and one of the deputy directors of the selection committee, called me to tell me about this, and the official notice was sent later." Chen Zhongshi said at last.
"Okay then, when will we go to Yanjing?" Fang Minghua asked.
"I'll be leaving in a few days, so be prepared and wait for notification."
"Okay, nothing else, I'll leave first."
Fang Minghua saw a large pile of documents on Chen Zhongshi's desk and knew that he was busy, so he stood up.
"Minghua." Chen Zhongshi suddenly called out.
"Is there anything else?" "No, nothing, just go about your business." Chen Zhongshi looked like he was hesitating to speak.
Fang Minghua left the office without asking any questions.
He went up to the third floor and walked around the Chinese Literature Award Judging Office. There was nothing important, and then he drove back to his home.
Let yourself participate in the final evaluation of the Mao Dun Literature Award?
Fang Minghua really didn't expect it.
Just last year, the fourth Mao Dun Literary Award was launched. The book "The Piano of Steel" I wrote was very popular and won this Mao Dun Literary Award.
According to the understanding of the selection rules of the Mao Dun Literature Award, the preliminary evaluation of this Mao Dun Award is a review group (reading class) composed of 23 members, which selects 20 works and sends them to the jury for final review. Although these 20 works are not It was made public, but the gossip Fang Minghua got did not include his "Steel Piano".
The reason is very simple. It is not that the writing is not good, but that "Crossing Guandong" has won the second Mao Dun Award. The third part of the third Mao Dun Award winning work "The Ordinary World" was also written by him. With his name on the final list of winners, how could it be possible for you to continue to win the award for the fourth time?
Actually, Fang Ming had been mentally prepared for this, so he was not surprised.
Among the works written by writers from Qin Province in recent years, the only one that has entered the final review stage is Chen Zhongshi's "White Deer Plain". This is already an open secret.
The look on Chen Zhongshi’s hesitant expression just now was that he just wanted to say this?
Fang Minghua went upstairs and sat at his desk again. The landline on his desk rang again. This time it was Jia Pingwa calling.
"Minghua, I heard that you have participated in the selection committee of the Mao Dun Award. Congratulations."
"Ouch. Did you know so quickly? I just came back from Teacher Chen's office. He just told me." Fang Minghua said.
"Hehe. You forgot, my friend Bai Ye told me this at the National Writers Association."
That's it!
"Brother Jia, what kind of good thing is this? Congratulations?" Fang Minghua said: "You also participated in the reading class of the Chinese Literature Award. There were endless works, endless meetings, and constant quarrels. There are some people and sophisticated people in it. To be honest, if the Writers Association hadn't called me by name, I would never have joined in the fun," Fang Minghua said with emotion.
Jia Pingwa believes this.
As for the World Chinese Literature Award, Fang Minghua took care of it all by himself, but he still refused to join the jury and only served as a judge in the reading class for the preliminary evaluation.
In the past few years, the influence of the World Chinese Literature Award has been expanding not only domestically, but also internationally. Serving as a judge is a matter of fame and fortune, but he just doesn't want to serve!
"Hey, Minghua, I heard that Zhongshi's "White Deer Plain" has entered the final review. You should give it a try when the time comes. Zhongshi is embarrassed to say it, let me tell you!" Jia Pingwa said. Said suddenly.
“Look what you said.” Fang Minghua pretended to be unhappy. "The quality of this "White Deer Plain" is outstanding! Both its artistry and readability are impeccable. Do you need me to take special care of you?!"
"Haha. You are right, I think too much. "There is no problem if Zhongshi's novel "White Deer Plain" wins the prize!" On the other end of the phone, Jia Pingwa immediately changed her mind and sighed:
"If Zhongshi's "White Deer Plain" wins, the four of us will win the prize." You, Lu Yao, and Zhongshi have all won the Mao Dun Award. When will it be my turn?”
It is said that Jia Pingwa's "The Wasted City" was also submitted for the Mao Dun Prize, but it failed the initial review and the vote rate was also very low. He was a little frustrated.
Fang Minghua felt that he should comfort him: "Brother Jia, why are you sighing? You are in love now, and you have a beautiful woman in your arms. Who in the Writers Association doesn't envy you now?!"
It turned out to be in front of you! Soon, Jia Pingwa and Guo Mei held their wedding, and of course a group of friends went to congratulate him and wish him an early son.
Jia Pingwa on the other end of the phone burst out laughing when she heard this: "When you said that, I felt much better. Don't worry, I still want to write. I don't believe that I can't win this Mao Dun Award." ! ”
Your courage is commendable!
But in the end they did get it.
After hanging up the phone from Jia Pingwa, Fang Minghua pondered over these things without even writing a word.
This Mao Dun Award has been full of twists and turns.
(End of this chapter)