Chapter 289 Scrawled Puppy
Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Haiyan.
Yu Hua sat in the room, fanning himself with a cattail leaf fan.
Outside, a car bell suddenly sounded.
Immediately afterwards, a bag was thrown in from outside the courtyard and fell to the ground with a "snap".
Father Yu shook his wicker chair and said leisurely:
"Hey, the rejection is coming!"
"Looking at what you said, you can't expect me to do better... …”
“You don’t like hospitals or tooth extraction so much that you have to go to a cultural center to become a home? ”
“I have already pulled out enough teeth! I don’t want to wait until I am old and look back on my youth and find that only my mouth is open. I don’t want to be a dentist, I just want to be a cultural center.” Just like those guys, they sleep in, don’t have to work, and can still earn royalties.”
Yu Hua pouted and went to the yard to pick up the bag.
I have become accustomed to rejections, and the total number of rejections I have received is more than cities in China.
Check which publishing house rejected the manuscript, and then find a publishing house that is one level lower than this one and continue to submit the manuscript.
As for revising the manuscript? It is impossible to revise the manuscript!
It is impossible to revise the manuscript in this life!
When he saw "October Literature and Art Publishing House" written on the front of the envelope, he thought that his "Seventh Night" had been rejected by "October". But when he opened the letter and took a look, Yu Hua immediately became excited. It turned out to be a handwritten letter written in dialect.
"How is it?"
Yu's father joked: "Which publishing house rejected the manuscript?"
"Why do you always say sarcastic things!"< br>
Yu Hua couldn't help but giggled and said: "This time it's not a rejection letter, it's a revision of the manuscript. Teacher Fang wants me to revise the manuscript!"
"Teacher Fang?"
Father Yu was shocked when he heard it was "dialect".
"Hey, your son might be famous!"
Yu Hua handed over the letter, feeling complacent but also puzzled.
According to the convention of secondment writing, the author is often invited to the location of the editorial department and given good guidance.
It happened that this time, Fang Yan wanted to invite himself to the Hangzhou Guest House, but it didn't matter, all travel expenses and other expenses would be reimbursed.
…………
The next day, with a handwritten letter in dialect and a letter of introduction from the editorial department of "October", Yu Hua easily asked for leave.
Amidst the envy and exclamations of the doctors and nurses in the hospital, we packed our bags and set out for Hangzhou with great interest.
The letter written in dialect was very detailed and explained the route to the guest house clearly, including how many buses to take along the way.
Yu Hua arrived at the Xinxin Hotel smoothly, got the key, went to the designated room, and settled down.
After a while, there was a slight sound of chatting in the corridor.
"What a pity, 23 years old, not up to the age limit."
Wang Fulin's tone was full of regret: "Otherwise, Dong Zhizhi should be Lin Daiyu's first choice."
Fang Yan said with a smile: " If you take factors such as age and appearance into account, I think Chen Xiaoxu is the most suitable. Although his appearance is not as good as Dong Zhizhi's, his temperament is also outstanding. The most important thing is that the actor is a blank slate, which is easier to train. "< br>
"Yes, I think so too."
Wang Fulin sighed quietly, but it was not easy to convince the gentlemen of the "Dream of Red Mansions" advisory committee.
What's more, after searching for a long time in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, I still couldn't find a suitable candidate to play Jia Baoyu.
Now, we can only hope to find it in film studios, TV stations, drama troupes, and opera troupes in Shanghai.
"Director Wang, please don't think like this. China is so big and there are so many people, we will definitely be able to find suitable actors."
Dialect suggested that you either look for it in the cities you have been to before, or follow Li Hanxiang's "A Dream of Red Mansions".
"Teacher Fang means, find a Kunsheng?"
Wang Fulin's eyes lit up. The so-called Kunsheng means that in opera, women play male roles.
“Yes, Lin Qingxia plays the role of Jia Baoyu in "A Dream of Red Mansions". If you can find that kind of actress who can't tell the difference between male and female, you can also be considered."
This method spoken in dialect is also the solution in the movie version of "Dream of Red Mansions".
Wang Fulin said: "This is also a good idea!"
Fang Yan said: "But as a last resort, we still have to put the male actors first."
The two of them walked and chatted, passing by When he entered Yu Hua's room, from the corner of his eye, he saw the door open and a person sitting next to the bed.
Fang Yan stopped when he saw Yu Hua's head being divided.
“Coming!”
"Hey, Teacher Fang."
Yu Hua scratched his head, with a hint of shrewdness in his honest smile.
Fang Yan called him to his room, and then took out the manuscript of "The Seventh Night" from his briefcase:
"You like Kawabata Yasunari very much?" "Yes! I like it very much. The flavor in his works, as well as his understanding and approach to death!”
Yu Hua didn't even think about it.
Dialect said: "No wonder your narrative style is all Kawabata Yasunari's style."
Yu Hua confessed that he has been obsessed with Kawabata Yasunari's works for more than three years, and the one he is most obsessed with is Such detailed descriptions of violence and death have led to him rejecting almost all other writers and trying their best to learn from Kawabata Yasunari.
“I bought two copies of his works, one for preservation and the other for reading by my pillow.”
“It can be said that his works enveloped me for the first three years. Much writing.”
"This may have something to do with my work in the hospital."
"..."
Hearing him tell interesting stories about his morgue, Fang Yan couldn't help but laugh and said: "That sentence After all, death is the coolest night."
"Yes, that's the feeling!"
Yu Hua slapped his thigh, feeling excited.
Teacher Fang still understands me!
Then the conversation changed, "Apart from Kawabata Yasunari, I have read the most and learned the most from your books."
"Then what did you learn?"
Dialect was curious.
"It is also death and violence, starting from "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree"." Yu Hua said, "At that time, I shed tears when I saw it. I cried so hard."
Fang Yan said with a smile: "That's really great. The sadder you cry, the happier I am."
"Huh?"
Yu Hua couldn't help but be stunned, listen. , is this what people say?
“This is called ‘leave the happiness to yourself and the pain to the readers’.” Fang Yan patted his shoulder gently.
Such happiness is unimaginable!
Enlightenment!
I seem to have realized it!
Yu Hua’s eyes widened, as if he had been connected to the Ren and Du channels. This is the joy of death!
"You started writing the opening chapter of "Seventh Night" in the morgue." Fang Yan said half-jokingly: "You probably got the inspiration in the morgue, right?"
"Hey, to tell you the truth, I really thought of it in the morgue. I almost had a nervous breakdown thinking about it."
After Yu Hua told the truth, he humbly asked for advice, "Teacher Fang, what do you think of this manuscript?" .”
Fang Yan said: “You want to build a world of death, which is a peaceful and happy utopia. There are cemeteries and urns, but real life is a cruel world of contradictions and tragedy, bloody, violent, indifferent, and magical, but the two worlds are so separated that they seem to be written by each."
In. During the discussion, Yu Hua became more and more confused:
“Teacher Fang, what should I do?”
"You have to make a choice between Kawabata Yasunari and magical realism." Fang Yan said straightforwardly: "After all, Kawabata Yasunari is a representative of aestheticism, and it is difficult to integrate the two."
Yu Hua shrugged. , "If I choose magical realism, I don't know whose works and styles should be referenced, Borges, Beckett, Marquez, Rulfo , Kafka..."
Dialect said: "Judging from your "Seventh Night", you can take a look at Kafka's novels first."
"Kafka. Fuka?"
Yu Hua was startled, "I heard that his works are extremely avant-garde, extremely sad, and full of self-destruction and death tendencies."
Fang Yan said: "Isn't Kawabata Yasunari a man of extreme beauty, just like his "Snow Country"?"
Yu Hua gradually understood, "That's right!"
Fang Yan said : "Have you seen Kafka's works?"
Yu Hua stretched out a finger and said embarrassedly: "Just After reading his article "The Castle", I felt that there were wonderful dreams floating over the lonely castle, and he sat there with his legs crossed, lonely and happily intoxicated with himself, never thinking about sharing it with others. ”
“This is another reason why I recommend Kafka ”
Dialect said: "Compared to other writers, his magical realism is more in line with the writing and narrative of our Chinese literature."
Yu Hua blinked, looking confused.
"When you read Kafka's novels a few more times, you will naturally understand." Fang Yan immediately took Yu Hua and walked out of the hotel.
The two went to the bookstore. In a daze and fooling around, Yu Hua bought a set of "Selected Novels of Kafka".
Go back to the room and start reading.
It’s okay if you don’t look at it, but once you look at it you can’t stop.
“Oh shit, it turns out that novels can be written so well, damn!”
All of a sudden, I spent more than three years imitating Kawabata Yasunari. , a set of writing rules that you have worked so hard to establish, like a building that suffered an earthquake, quickly fell apart, collapsed in an instant, and turned into ruins.
The previous infatuation with Kawabata Yasunari turned into nothing.
Soon, Kafka filled this void.
A long time later, whenever facing an interview or recalling this night, Yu Hua would always say with gratitude:
"It was Teacher Fang and Kafka who joined forces to save the world under the butcher's knife of Kawabata Yasunari." ”
(End of this chapter)