Chapter 774 The Art of Compromise
After the first jury meeting, there was no movement for more than a year. This caught the domestic literary world by surprise. How long will it last?
Now, one year later, the jury has convened again, which naturally attracted attention from many aspects.
No, today is the weekend. Jia Pingwa and others moved to Fang Minghua's house to drink tea and play cards, and they also talked about this matter.
"Zhongshi is here, so I will say some things in person." Jia Pingwa held a cigarette in her mouth, played out a "nine cakes", and said slowly:
"I heard that the Writers Association postponed the jury meeting this time. The main reason is that the book "White Deer Plain" in Zhongshi caused the displeasure of some leaders of the Writers Association, and they were worried that they would be suppressed by the judges."
"What's the point of this? Can't tell?" His next target was Chen Zhongshi, holding his favorite Bashan cigar in his fingers. He smiled bitterly after hearing this: "This is almost an open secret. But in the words of us old Qin people, damn baby. The ball is pointing up. If it doesn't go up, it won't go up. "
" Yaoji! "
" Touch! "
Lu Yao took out two Yao chickens and said with a smile:
"Whether it's rated or not is not the decision of some leaders of the Writers' Association! It's the final evaluation committee, Minghua and others! Your book has been rated very highly by the jury, and most of the judges are appreciative. You said Which leader of the Writers Association dares to openly contradict the jury? "
" Touch! "
Jia Pingwa took it immediately. Chatter.
“That’s the problem. The jury agreed but the leaders of the Writers Association didn’t like it, so there was a stalemate. Now it seems that the stalemate still cannot go on. Is it Minghua? Three tubes!”
"Forty thousand!"
Chen Zhongshi played a card. Fang Minghua was just about to draw the card when he heard Lu Yao say: "touch" and immediately passed him.
Shit
No cards were drawn in two rounds.
Fang Minghua had no choice but to pick up the tea cup, take a sip of tea, and reply to Jia Pingwa: "You're right, that's it, we can't drag it out forever, right? How can we explain it to the world?"
"Then tell me, what will happen to this matter? How will it be handled? Will the leadership compromise? Or will the judges compromise?" After Lu Yao finished speaking, he turned his attention to Fang Minghua.
"How do I know?" Fang Minghua looked at everyone looking at him and spread his hands: "The meeting hasn't started yet, and I can't predict. But, Teacher Chen, have you thought of a possibility?"< br>
“How is it possible?”
“Let you revise certain chapters in the novel?. Ninety thousand!”
Fang Minghua said and played a card in his hand.
ah? this?
The other three were stunned and stopped playing cards.
"I think this possibility exists. "Heavy Wings" written by Zhang Jie actually won the second Mao Dun Award for the revised version." Fang Minghua explained.
That's true.
"I remember, after you participated in the jury last year, you played mahjong at my house once when you came back. You asked me if I had received the review of the novel from the jury. Notice?" Jia Pingwa said.
"Yeah, other than that, I really can't think of a way to make the leaders reluctantly accept it, and also get the judges to agree. Hey, don't be stunned, keep fighting." Fang Minghua urged.
"Seventy thousand!" Lu Yao pulled out a card and played it.
“What a fool.” Fang Minghua smiled.
This meeting was held at the West Lake Hotel on the edge of West Lake in Hangzhou. 23 judges from all over the country once again had a heated discussion on the 23 books that were initially evaluated, and each expressed their own opinions.
As for the book "White Deer Plain", the 78-year-old writer Chen Yong spoke this year. He believed:
1. There is no political problem. Regarding the attitude of the struggle between the two parties, it is from the standpoint of our party and is against the Kuomintang regime.
2. Good art. The structure, characters, and language are all excellent.
3. The description of sex is all related to the characters and plot. A few sentences or two can be understood from different angles.
Who is Chen Yong? He participated in revolutionary work in 1938. In September of the same year, he went to Yan'an to resist the National Congress and joined the Communist Party of China. He later served as secretary of the Rear Area Staying Office of the Eighth Route Army in Yan'an.
A proper old revolutionary, a staunch Marxist, and even an "old leftist" in the eyes of some people.
But such a person fully affirmed the book "White Deer Plain", and some of the judges who were worried about the political stance of the book immediately changed their attitude:
Even old Marxists like Chen Yong said No problem, what are you worried about?
So everyone agreed: This is a rare and excellent literary work this year.
Of course, the existing problems are still unresolved.
After dinner in the evening, Fang Minghua walked alone at Yanggongdi by the West Lake.
On a winter night, there are few tourists around the West Lake and it feels particularly quiet. The cold wind blows and you can hear the sound of the tide of the Qiantang River not far away.
Fang Minghua suddenly remembered a song "The Year of Innocence" that Pu Shu had not released yet, and couldn't help but hum it softly.
The strong wind is blowing
We are drifting in the wind
The innocent face forgotten in the dust
This life is so cold
This body is more oceanic
The time is long and the words are soft and unclear
"Chairman Fang, where are you singing?" A man's voice came from behind.
Fang Minghua turned around and saw that it was Chen Jiangong, director of the Jury Office.
"Director Chen, are you coming out for a walk too?" Fang Minghua greeted with a smile.
"Yes, I feel bored in the conference room during the day, and come out for some fresh air at night." Chen Jiangong replied and added. "Chairman Fang, you are so elegant. You are singing softly by the West Lake."
"Haha, singing softly doesn't count. I'm afraid that my voice is loud. Don't scare others." It's "midnight singing", Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"Minghua, let's talk about something." Chen Jiangong changed the subject and said: "How do you feel about everyone's discussion of "White Deer Plain" today?"
"I feel that Mr. Chen's speech is very It is representative, and you know that I have always supported this book.”
"Everyone thinks this book is a good book, but of course it has shortcomings or can easily cause ambiguity." Chen Jiangong replied.
"You are talking about a passage said by Mr. Zhu in the novel, where Lu Zhaopeng and Bai Xiaowen met at White Deer Academy. Mr. Zhu said: It seems that neither of them is a gentleman. There is also something about turning over the spoon. An explanation?" Fang Minghua asked.
"Yes, it is true. I have an idea." Chen Jiangong said.
"Oh, Director Chen, what are you talking about?"
"Can you ask Chen Zhongshi to modify these two? Then the work will appear more perfect. I know you and Zhongshi are friends, can you Can't you help me ask him what he thinks? Of course we respect his opinion very much. If he objects, our committee will still respect his opinion and continue with the normal procedures."
"Okay, I'll call him tomorrow and ask." Fang Minghua readily agreed.
The next morning, before the meeting, Fang Minghua called Chen Zhongshi's office in the room to explain what Chen Jiangong meant.
On the other end of the phone, Chen Zhongshi was silent for a while, and finally agreed to revise these two parts of his novel.
"Okay! I will reply to Director Chen."
Soon, Chen Zhongshi called Chen Jiangong and verbally stated these two revisions,
Later, according to gossip, a certain leader of the Writers Association also approved this modification.
At this time, all the judges knew that although it had not yet reached the final voting stage, it was almost certain that this book would win.
The meeting continued, and everyone soon started a heated discussion on another book - the book "Alive" jointly proposed by Fang Minghua, Radar and Chen Jiangong.
(End of this chapter)