Chapter 225 Enlightenment in the Morgue
“Bah bang bang.”
Amidst bursts of applause, the opening ceremony ended.
Taking the opportunity to leave the meeting, researchers from all over the world got to know each other and learned from each other.
As long as they are from the same school of thought, even if they are complete strangers, they will become very close to each other when they meet.
The entire Red Society is like the Five Mountains Sword Sect. Although it is "connected with the same spirit", there are many factions within it, which cannot be clearly understood.
It is roughly divided into four schools, the Criticism School, the Textual Research School, the Suoyin School, and the Creation School. Each school, like the Sword Sect and Qi Sect of the Huashan School, has been refined into several branches.
For example, Shen Yanbing and Wu Zuxiang are the leaders of the criticism school. They speak natural dialects and are also junior generals of the criticism school.
Feng Qiyong is the leader of the Kao Zheng Sect, which is the largest sect of Red Studies and its status is equivalent to the Songshan Sect.
At this time, he took his disciple Ling Jiefang and took the initiative to come to Wu Zuxiang and Fang Yan and say hello.
"Teacher Fang, nice to meet you. Nice to meet you."
Ling Jiefang held his hand and shook it gently.
"Where, where, it's my honor too."
What the dialect said was not entirely polite.
The person in front of me is the "February River"!
He is the author who wrote the Qing Dynasty trilogy "Kangxi Dynasty", "Yongzheng Dynasty" and "Qianlong Dynasty"!
Isn’t it just that I jumped into Fang Xiaojiang’s bowl!
Seeing the two exchange a few words, Feng Qiyong smiled and said: "Speaking of accepting him, it was also a coincidence."
Only when Fang Yan heard it did he realize that Ling Jiefang had given many gifts to " He submitted an article to "Journal of Dream of Red Mansions", but basically nothing happened, and there was no news. In the end, after repeated defeats, he wrote to Feng Qiyong "asking for an explanation", and incidentally attached his essay on "Dream of Red Mansions".
“What was written in the letter?”
Wu Zuxiang asked his old friend with interest.
"Speak for yourself."
Feng Qiyong glanced at Ling Jiefang, and Ling Jiefang bravely said: "I said, 'Red Studies belong to the people, not to the Red Scholars. If Mr. Feng After seeing it, I thought I was not like this If you have any information, please reply. I won’t waste time on "Dream of Red Mansions" anymore."
Wu Zuxiang smiled: "Xiao Fang, what do you think?"
"Wu. Old.”
Fang Yan raised his eyebrows and agreed very much with the sentence "Redology belongs to the people, not to Redologists."
For example, Lin Daiyu uprooted a weeping willow tree.
"Although your disciple is brave, what you say is true."
Wu Zuxiang asked: ""Dream of Red Mansions" is not for a few people, but for the people. Everyone has rights. express yourself For my opinion, let’s talk about Xiao Fang. He didn’t take the unusual route this time and wrote an article that commented on it from the perspective of magical reality narrative.”
“Brother Ruchang showed me this manuscript. ”
Feng Qiyong glanced at Ling Jiefang and saw that his face was full of expectation and curiosity, "Jiefang, take out your paper."
Fang Yan understood and took out the copy of "October" from his briefcase. Supplements, among themselves, exchanging each other's works.
"In the next few days, you will have a good exchange."
Feng Qiyong looked at Fang Yan on the left and Ling Jiefang on the right.
“Definitely, Mr. Feng.”
Fang Yan nodded, and then watched the two people leave.
As soon as he left the venue, Ling Jiefang went straight to the Hengshan Hotel, sat on the bed, and opened the supplement of "October".
Along the way, Feng Qiyong continued to praise the dialect, which further aroused his curiosity.
Turn to the first part, and you will see important information about this year’s Nobel Prize in Literature, as well as the article "What is Magical Realism".
For him who has never been exposed to magical reality, it is tantamount to providing him with a new way of appreciating "Dream of Red Mansions".
For the vast number of writers and readers across the country, it is tantamount to opening a new door to magical reality.
Once the supplement of "October" was released, it immediately aroused widespread attention and discussion in the literary world.
Just in northern Shaanxi, in the courtyard behind the Chang'an Writers Association, there are several rooms specially provided for gatherings of literary Shaanxi troops.
One of them is the room of Wang Guansheng, the editor of "Yanhe". In a long and narrow room with the door opening to the north, there is a bed, a table and a few chairs. It is simple but not simple.
Lu Yao, Chen Zhongshi, Bai Ma and others often visited.
Even writers from out of town who come to "Yanhe" or to the Chang'an Writers Association to do business will attend gatherings from time to time.
At this time, the chairs and beds were full of people.
Those who cannot occupy a seat are willing to stand.
Chen Zhongshi squatted on the edge of the bed, quietly listening to the latest trends in literary trends, pure literature, Lingnan literature, regional literature...
Everyone was discussing the opinions put forward by dialects, and you said something to me In a word, there are those who appreciate it and there are those who don’t.
And when a heated argument broke out and the conversation deviated from the original topic, a loud voice suddenly emerged from the crowd.
"The ball is not hitting the ball!"
Looking along the sound one by one, they saw Lu Yao squatting in an inconspicuous corner, flipping through the supplement of "October".
"Lu Yao was right just now, the ball is not headed!"
Wang Guansheng said with a smile. The sentence "The ball is not supported" made everyone who was arguing suddenly understand that there was no need to discuss those things that had nothing to do with literary creation. It was a waste of time and the ball was not supported.
Everyone calmed down and started looking for new topics.
For a while, the room fell into silence.
Chen Zhongshi looked around and saw Lu Yao talking to himself alone, so he walked over and heard him say:
"It's a pity, it's really a pity..."
"What's a pity?"
"It's a pity that the style of "Going to the Big World" I wrote has been determined to follow the traditional realism style, and there is no way to change it."
Lu Yao sighed: "I want to Otherwise, I really want to try this kind of magical realism."
"Magic realism?"
Chen Zhongshi has heard of this term, but only once. Understand the meaning of this.
"I remember you told me that you wanted to write a work that could be used as a 'coffin pillow' after your death, right?"
Lu Yao handed him the supplement of "October".
"Yes, works like "Life" by You, "The Fission of the Qin Dynasty" in dialect, and "Wreaths under the Mountains" by Li Cunbao." Chen Zhongshi reached out and took it, "This is What?"
"Maybe this can help you, especially Yanzi's article "What is Magical Realism""
Lu Yao patted his shoulder and stood up. .
Seeing the smile on his lips, Chen Zhongshi became more and more curious and flipped through the supplement of "October".
Once it is turned over, it is out of control.
Magical realism captured him instantly.
With joy and regret, there is no translation of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in the supplement, so I can't take a quick look at it.
In a daze, through the window, he seemed to see a white deer rising in the front yard, walking towards him.
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On the third day after the supplement of "October" was released, mainstream newspapers such as "Literary Newspaper" and "Literary Newspaper" reprinted the above content.
For a time, "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and magical realism spread among editors, writers and literary youths.
No foreign work has ever been as popular and highly sought after as "One Hundred Years of Solitude".
Although there is only an English version of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" on the market, there is still a rush to buy it, and it is hard to find a single copy.
These days, there is no strong "Nobel Prize worship", but more of a feeling of freshness and unfamiliarity with the unprecedented magical realism.
Not to mention, Fang Yan introduced it personally.
Many people have never heard of Marquez. They only pay attention to "magic realism" because of the name of Teacher Mu Fang.
Yu Hua is one of them.
At this time, he was lying on the bed in the morgue, holding the supplement of "October" in his hands.
Suddenly, as if he was lying, he straightened up:
“Damn it, the novel can still be written like this!”
“It’s a pity, there is no one about “One Hundred Years of Solitude” Translation, otherwise I really want to see how it is written.”
"Teacher Fang said that it is to make dreams and reality happen in the same dimension, true and false, like dreams and illusions, turning reality into fantasy without losing its reality."
"Or, the dead and the living Living in the same space, wait, the dead and the living..."
Yu Hua was startled when he saw this article written in dialect.
Since publishing his debut novel "The First Dormitory" in "Woodpecker", he has become famous in the hospital.
It was the time when I was chasing victory, but I just had no inspiration, not even a drop, and I was feeling quite uncomfortable.
But now, it’s like an invisible hand is helping me turn on the faucet of inspiration.
Behind the hand is Teacher Fang!
Watching "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" and watching the death of the third child, Dialect made me realize that there is no art more beautiful than death!
Looking at the supplement of "October" again, he couldn't help but think about the "connection between life and death" of magical realism.
“No wonder when I watch "Snow Country", I always feel that I am wandering between fantasy and reality."
"I always feel that Kawabata Yasunari is different from other writers. Others write from birth to death, while But he can bring life into death."
"Dead people are indeed more useful than living people sometimes..."
Yu Hua murmured to himself, feeling a small drop of water squeeze out of the faucet.
Death should be like a ruthless "serial killer" who "murders" every character in the novel indiscriminately.
Some people are alive, but they are already dead!
Some people are dead, but they are still alive!
I feel that I have captured the essence of "death", and inspiration gushes out.
In my mind, I began to conceive of a story in which the protagonist's soul wanders in the realm of life and death, and he spends 7 days observing life through death.
In the morgue, the air-conditioning is blowing.
A burst of laughter spread out of the house and floated into the corridor, startling the doctors and nurses passing by. Could it be that it was haunted?
(End of this chapter)