Chapter 288 The Obsessed Yu Hua
In the early morning, on the tree in front of the October Literature and Art Publishing House, sparrows were chirping non-stop.
Suddenly, the roar of a motorcycle came, and the sparrows flew away in surprise.
Fang Yan got off the car and returned to the editorial department of "October" after a long absence. Our young general is back!
“Master!”
When Sui Lijun shouted for the first time, Tian Zengxiang, Yan Ming, Zhang Shouren and others all ran over.
Looking at them, Fang Yan obviously found that the news of his secondment to "People's Literature" had not spread in the society.
"Yanzi, I heard that there is a trophy for the National Book Award."
Tian Zengxiang rubbed his hands, "Hurry up and take it out so that we can open our eyes."
"This thing How could I bring it with me?”
Fang Yan joked: "I brought you some souvenirs and gifts. I wonder if you are interested?"
"Of course!"
Everyone immediately forgot about the trophy. Turning my attention to the gifts, it was a barrel of biscuits and chocolates.
"Yanzi, this must have cost you a lot of money!"
Tian Zengxiang's eyes widened and he swallowed his saliva.
"It won't cost you much, so just accept it."
Fang Yan showed a faint smile, and then took out stacks of manuscript papers from his bag.
It is full of works by writers who participated in the international writing program this time. In addition to "Mother and Daughter Traveling in America" by Ru Zhijuan and "Junior High School Students of the 69th Class" by Wang Anyi, there are also works from Poland , East Germany, West Germany, Bulgaria and other countries.
“Hiss!”
Tian Zengxiang and others took a breath.
Zhang Shouren was both excited and excited, "And from Xiangjiang?!"
Fang Yan said: "I originally met a writer from Baodao, but because he was too sensitive, I didn't want him."
"Understand, understand!"< br>
Tian Zengxiang smiled, "Yanzi, what about yours? Is your award-winning "Saving Private Ryan"..."
"Of course, the good news does not go to outsiders. Well.”
Fang Yan took out the Chinese version of the manuscript and handed it over.
Everyone felt like they had found a treasure. Zhang Shouren said excitedly: "Now, we can have a world literature theme for the latest issue!"
Yan Ming said: "Not bad, not bad, and it can also be used. Launching a series of 'This Year's International Writing Project'"
What you say, I say.
Soon, everyone present gathered around the dialect, bombarding them with various questions, ranging from what they saw and heard in the United States, to the trends and directions of world literature, "literary modernization", Concepts such as "commercialized literature" were thrown out one after another.
"In other words, magical realism is also popular abroad?" Zhang Shouren and Yan Ming looked at each other.
“After all, Marquez won the Nobel Prize for Literature for his magical realism and One Hundred Years of Solitude.”
Tian Zengxiang sighed with emotion.
“It’s not entirely because of the Nobel Prize in Literature.”
Fang Yan said with a smile: “But “One Hundred Years of Solitude” has set an example for the literature of third world countries, and the national culture Creating national works of art based on national emotions and skills can also break the monopoly of Western literature. ”
"That's true."
Zhang Shouren nodded in agreement, saying that the most popular things in the literary world at present are ethnic and regional literature and magical realism.
The reason why these two literary trends became popular was largely due to Fang Xiaojiang.
“Magical realism has not been affected by ‘spiritual pollution’?” Fang Yan was surprised.
“No, it’s mainly because science fiction literature is in danger of extinction.”
Tian Zengxiang said with a wry smile that many journals that publish science fiction novels have been ordered to cease operations, and this is just the beginning.
Fang Yan frowned, feeling something bad was going to happen.
"It doesn't matter even if science fiction literature is completely dead, it's a niche literature." Among the crowd, an editor said happily: "As long as it doesn't affect other mainstream literature."
See They looked like it had nothing to do with them, and Fang Yan sighed silently.
After communicating for a while, Tian Zengxiang said: "Speaking of magical realism, Yanzi, someone specially wrote a magical realism novel, and I hope you will comment on it by name."
Fang Yan asked: "Who is it?"
"I wonder if you still have an impression of 'Yu Hua'?"
Tian Zengxiang reminded: "It was you who helped recommend "Woodpecker" That author.”
Dialect is inevitable. Unexpectedly, "You said he wrote a magical realism novel? Oh, the progress is fast enough!"
"Isn't it? From traditional realism to magical realism, this The span is too big.”
Tian Zengxiang opened the drawer and handed over the manuscript.
Fang Yan took a closer look and saw that the title clearly read "The Seventh Night", which was very similar to "The Seventh Day" written by Yu Hua in his previous life.
It is also a creative technique of magical realism, and it is also the creation of two worlds of life and death that exist at the same time and are opposed to each other. The protagonist's undead wanders between life and death, observing life through death, thus making the human world look like a reflection in water. presented clearly. I flipped through it casually and said, "Old Tian, what do you think?"
"It seems to be a mixture of Kawabata Yasunari's death techniques and magical realism, but the integration is obviously not complete."
Tian Zengxiang said unceremoniously: "Perhaps this is my first time doing this and I am inexperienced, but in any case, the fusion is very awkward and ugly, and it completely exposes my rough writing style."
There are praises and criticisms, and then comment on the advantages: "Bloody violence, cold and harsh, although the imitation is very heavy, but it has the same effect as Kawabata Yasunari" With the taste of stock, given time, he may not be able to write a death work like Kawabata Yasunari."
"In my opinion, he is a little obsessed."
Fang Yan said in a deep voice: "If you don't look back, It’s dangerous.”
“This is also the disadvantage of blindly imitating and borrowing from foreign modern and contemporary literature.”
Zhang Shouren shook his head helplessly.
Serious literature and pure literature in the 1980s were basically influenced by Western literature, from Zweig to Hemingway, to Kafka, from Saul Bellow to Robbe-Grillet and Hein Richber, then to Marquez, Juan Rulfo...
The result is that the entire literary world now has two routes. One is total Westernization, which means learning and imitating Western literature and completely rebuilding it. Chinese literature.
The other is to take one's own cultural tradition as the foundation, use the past for the present, use foreign materials for China, criticize and inherit, and comprehensively innovate.
There is even a conservative Confucian revival school, which is the New Chinese Studies that advocates Confucianism as the mainstay.
This kind of sound volume is very small and cannot stir up any waves for the time being.
"I'm going to go to Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai."
Fang Yan took advantage of the opportunity of going south with the crew of "Dream of Red Mansions" to cast, and invited Yu Hua to meet him.
Fang Xiaojiang must teach him a lesson!
Up intensity!
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At the same time, the Shanghai Stock Exchange.
Gong Cie sat in front of the window, reading the letter in Fang Yan over and over again, muttering:
"Not coming back yet! Not coming back yet!"
" Forget it if you don’t come back, I can’t even bear to write a letter!”
At this moment, a crisp car bell sounded from downstairs.
All of a sudden, Gong Cie's attention was attracted.
Looking down through the window, the postman in green uniform parked the car, and then shouted: "Gong Jileheifa! There is a letter from Nong!"
"I Lewu Here!”
Gong Cong replied loudly, “Come down right away” and ran out of the room.
Hearing the trivial footsteps, Gong's mother, Gong Ying and others all looked over, but the figure had disappeared at the door.
Gong's mother asked: "Do you feel that something has been wrong with your sister recently?"
Gong Ying nodded, "Mom, I suspect that she has a partner, but I have never found any evidence. "
Gong's mother raised her eyebrows, "You think so too!"
The mother and daughter exchanged clues with each other, and saw Gong Qie running back to the room in a hurry.
"Xiao Yue, who sent the letter?"
"A friend."
"Are you secretly having sex without telling us?"
"Mom, what are you talking about! Why can't I understand?"
"Hey, you kid..."
"Bang!"
Gong Qie closed the door and saw the familiar handwriting on the envelope. He smiled first, and then said with a straight face:
"It took so long to send it. If the letter is not well written, , let’s see how I ‘take care of’ you!”
As he spoke, he couldn’t wait to open the envelope, and there was a box of Chen Bailu’s tapes attached to it.
After seeing "I just like you", Gong Qiang's anger immediately disappeared and he couldn't wait to put the tape into the recorder.
Then, Chen Bairong's love song slowly floated out:
"The sadness can't go away, the depression can't go away."
"Why is my heart empty..."
"Understand that it is wrong to lose everything in love,"
"Why do I like you so much,"
"Love is already a burden, loving each other is like suffering, and my heart is now full of bitter tears."
"The old love is like drunkenness, now I am afraid of pursuing you again, but I want to see you so much."
That's it. While immersed in the singing, Gong Zhen saw the dialect He wrote in the letter that he would come to the Shanghai market soon, and he said happily:
“Ah, he has returned to China! He will come to the Shanghai market again!”
“Xiaoqi, who wants to come to the Shanghai market? Is it your match? ”
Outside the house, Gong's mother and Gong Ying were pressing their ears to the door, and they suddenly thought of one thing: their cabbage had been eaten!
Which pig is it that is so bold?
(End of this chapter)