One wave has not subsided, and another wave has arisen.
"Farewell My Concubine" did not play a decisive role in the great debate, but rather added fuel to the fire.
Fang Yan is the founder and leading figure of the root-seeking sect, and "Farewell My Concubine", as the flagship work of root-seeking literature, has naturally attracted attention and discussion from many parties in the literary world, and has completely pushed the entire debate to the forefront. reached the climax.
The "Literary Newspaper" published a large review article on the front page titled "The Overlord is still here, and there is no way to find Cheng Dieyi".
"Literary Newspaper", "Wenhui Newspaper", and even folk art newspapers such as "Drama Month" also went all out to promote positively.
"Farewell My Concubine" reveals the ups and downs of a pair of Peking Opera actors for half a century, revealing the distortion and obliteration of human nature caused by feudal traditional bad habits, reversing right and wrong, not distinguishing between black and white, humiliating gentlemen, destroying yellow bells, and thundering earthen cauldrons... a smile Eternal spring, a cry of eternal sorrow."
"In the novel, there is a kind of person who does not listen to the call. But it has a frightening power of its own.”
Although batches of literary critics, including many Taishan Beidou, have praised "Farewell My Concubine", they still still have it. There was a group of opponents who seized on the obscure and complicated homosexual issues of Cheng Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou, and violently criticized them both verbally and in writing.
After all, although the social atmosphere these days is gradually changing from conservative to liberal, homosexuality is still a big taboo that cannot be stated clearly.
Just like the literary world in the early 1980s, which always regarded the theme of love as a scourge, "homosexuality" is a boundary that cannot be crossed.
Even the radicals who always pursue the avant-garde actually feel that Dialect and "Farewell My Concubine" are too radical! So unconservative!
Under such a public opinion situation, the Fourth National Literary Congress was held as scheduled in the Great Hall.
As a professional writer of the Yanjing Writers Association, Fang Yan naturally served as a representative and attended with Wang Meng, Lu Shuyou, Yu Deli and others.
There are still about 20 minutes before the official meeting begins, and people are arriving at the venue one after another.
Twos and threes gathered together, whispering to each other, and the topic was without exception the recent heated debate on "root-seeking literature".
So as soon as Fang Yan appeared, he immediately became the focus of everyone, and all eyes were focused on him.
Zhang Guangnian waved and called Wang Meng and Fang Yan over.
Facing literary bigwigs such as Wan Jiabao and Ding Ling, he greeted them politely in dialect.
Ding Ling smiled and said: "Xiao Fang, you are now a monkey making a big fuss in the sky, almost breaking the sky."
"You are flattering."
Fang Yan said: "I am not as capable as Sun Wukong, but I am as miserable as Sun Wukong. Now I am surrounded and suppressed by hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals, and there are also a bunch of unnamed monsters, ghosts and snake gods. It only takes the Tathagata Buddha's Five Finger Mountain to suppress me."
Zhang Guangnian said: "It's not just Tathagata Buddha, but there are many old comrades who have come to me to report, hoping that I can take good care of you."
"I have them here too, and they all mean it. Almost." Wan Jia Bao said, "I want you to follow the right path."
"I don't understand. Root-seeking literature is not just proposed now."
Fang Yan shrugged, "The whole trend of root-seeking literature It started in the first half of the year and lasted for nearly a year. If we go back further, to the time of national literature and regional literature, I am afraid it has been at least two and a half years. Obviously, it has been good for such a long time. "
Looking around in confusion, "How come you can hold a meeting, create a genre, and publish a novel, but now it seems like you have made a big mistake?"
"Because the current environment is different from before. In the West, Literary trends of thought have arrived in a big way, and avant-garde literature has also grown..."
Zhang Guangnian said: "Added to this is 'modernity',' Postmodernism' has messed up the thinking of the entire literary world."
"Otherwise, we would not hold this conference this year, nor would we set 'creative freedom' as the theme of this conference. Keynote."
Wan Jiabao patted Yan Yan on the shoulder, "It's a pity that Brother Ba is ill and cannot chair this meeting in person."
Ding Ling nodded, "Xiao Fang, I heard from Xiao Lin that Ba Gong admires your article "Farewell My Concubine", right?"
Fang Yan grinned and said, "Ba Gong said I wrote about human nature. The deepest part."
"But even so, there are still many newspapers criticizing "Farewell My Concubine" as "going against the historical trend" and setting the trend of literary creation."
Wang Meng shook his head. , sighed.
“Fortunately, the masses are discerning.”
Fang Yan said that at his own suggestion, this issue of "Contemporary" specially set up a reader questionnaire for "Farewell My Concubine".
Judging from the feedback collected so far, the popularity and praise of "Farewell My Concubine" has not been affected by the same-sex issue.
"No wonder I said that "Contemporary" has kept pace with the times. Following your "People's Literature", it also learned the reader questionnaire."
Ding Ling joked: "It turns out that it is a small magazine again. Fang Yan said with a smile.
Wang Meng explained: "He was also worried that there would be people with ulterior motives attacking "Farewell My Concubine" with homosexual issues, and using "Farewell My Concubine" to criticize root-seeking literature, so he made preparations in advance, but the result was unexpected. It comes in handy.”
“We understand the good intentions of doing this.”
Zhang Guang. Nian Dao: "It is true that we cannot completely deny the possibility of an excellent work just because of some advanced subject matter issues."
"Especially one like "Farewell My Concubine" which is not inferior to world literature. A work, a novel with Chinese cultural genes!”
Wang Meng was emotional, with a bit of exaggeration in his words.
"The key people still like to hear and see it."
Fang Yan added confidently, after all, the statistical results of the reader questionnaire can be checked.
“You, you, don’t think that the reader survey questionnaire can represent the views of the majority of readers.”
Zhang Guangnian reminded: “This can only be used as a reference for decision-making at best, not as an absolute The result.”
“Yes, yes, that’s what senior brother taught me.”
Fang Yan nodded and agreed.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Guangnian pulled him to visit and met with Shen Congwen, Zhu Muzhi, Wang Zengqi, Feng Mu, Chen Huangmei and other big shots. ", tolerance, appreciation, and even public support for root-seeking literature.
This time, Commander Fang is becoming more and more confident. No matter how loud the opposition in the literary world is, there is nothing to fear!
Even if you accidentally encounter a few "shut-down" people in the crowd, you should respond in a reasonable and well-founded manner.
“Teacher Fang!”
Just as the dialect was chatting among the Confucian scholars, a strange but kind voice suddenly came from behind.
Looking back, I felt that I had seen him before. He looked familiar, but I just couldn’t remember his name.
The visitor simply introduced himself, "My name is 'Zheng Yuanjie', and I am an author who specializes in children's literature."
"Zheng Yuanjie? Hello, hello!"
Fang Yan’s eyes lit up and he looked up and down. He was like a good guy. No wonder he couldn’t recognize him. He had flowing hair.
If he had grown longer, he would not only look like Guo Donglin, but he would at least look like Lin Junjie.
"Ever since I read your "Artificial Intelligence", I have been thinking about meeting you one day."
Zheng Yuanjie shook hands with him excitedly, "Today I finally got my wish."
Fang Yan smiled and said, "No, this is also my honor."
While the two were chatting, Yu Deli and the others were dissatisfied when they saw that they were interrupted by queue jumping, and there was a hint of anger in their tone. A trace of disdain:
"I didn't expect that this literary conference would invite so many authors of children's literature."
"Yes, it is indeed rare. In previous conferences, only Mr. Bing Xin was invited."
" ..." "I'm sorry, Yuan Comrade Jie, we know very little about the field of children's literature. Can you tell us about your masterpieces?
Fang Yan frowned when he heard that they were deliberately trying to make things difficult for Zheng Yuanjie. br>
Sure enough, children's literature is at the bottom of the literary contempt chain. Even Bing Xin was not welcomed in the literary world during the Republic of China.
Zheng Yuanjie is obviously used to this kind of contempt. Because he has works close to him, he speaks naturally and forcefully:
“Not many, only "Pipiru and Lu Xixi", "Heihei is Honest" "Island" is only a dozen novels."
"I haven't heard of it."
Yu Deli curled his lips, and like some people present, he still didn't give him the respect he deserved. .
This situation and this situation are just like the other situation. The more Fang Yan looks at it, the more familiar he feels -
I have never heard of the Monkey King, the little Bima Wen, a monkey head in charge of the peach garden. It’s really a dream to go to Yaochi for a meeting!
Zheng Yuanjie seemed to feel the same way, his face was gloomy, and he had already developed the urge to leave.
But fortunately, Teacher Fang’s face was full of enthusiasm, saying that his sister loves to watch "Pipilu and Lu Xixi":
"Although I haven’t watched all of it, there are various contents in it. Full of childlike whimsy, I think it’s very suitable for enlightening children’s imagination.”
"Teacher Fang, you have given me the award. Compared with your "Artificial Intelligence", it is really not worth mentioning."
Zheng Yuanjie beamed with joy, as if he was satisfied just to be recognized by Fang Yan.
Seeing the two people chatting in full swing, everyone who was left aside was quite unhappy. Someone immediately stood up:
“We very much welcome Comrade Yuan Jie to join our discussion, no. Do you know how much you know about Western literature?”
“Not very well”
Zheng Yuanjie shook his head.
There is another question: "Do you know the existential literature of Sartre and Camus?"
Zheng Yuanjie is still confused and has no idea what to ask.
Yu Deli asked: "Have you read Dostoyevsky's works?"
The answer he got was always "I don't know". In the eyes of many people It’s hard to hide the disdain:
"You haven't even read his book?"
"You..."
Before Fang Yan could speak, Zheng Yuanjie waved his hand with a smile and asked: "Have you read it? The works of Kuskaya, a popular female writer in the northern country I read her book recently and was quite inspired.”
“Kuskaya?” Many people echoed that they had seen it and nodded their heads not to be outdone.
Seeing 70% to 80% of people nodding, Fang Yan suppressed a smile and said: "I have never read Kuskaya's book, and I have never heard of her."
Then he raised his hand and covered his head. Stop and ask, "Yuanjie, who is Kuskaya? Which country is she from?"
"Teacher Fang, it's just that you don't know." Zheng Yuanjie said lightly, "I made up this name."
For a moment, there was silence, and everyone who had just made things difficult for Zheng Yuanjie suddenly He was stunned, with embarrassment written all over his face.
Especially those who don’t know how to pretend to understand, lower their heads in shame, and avoid the eyes of others with a guilty conscience.
The atmosphere became tense and comical in a dead silence.
“It’s getting late, there’s going to be a meeting soon, I think we’ll break up.”
Fang Yan suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, and took the initiative to give them a step up from being embarrassed. .
Looking at the crowd who were scattered, Zheng Yuanjie could no longer hide it, "Bah, what the hell!"
Fang Yan shook his head and laughed, "Thank you for coming up with this trick, haha , Kuskaya..."
"Teacher Fang, to be honest with you, I originally wanted to say 'Kusdiaoya', which is the homophone of 'pants dropped'."
Zheng Yuanjie said: "But thinking about it in public, it may be indecent, I changed the word to 'Kuskaya'."
"I'm afraid they will stay away from you when they see you in the future." Fang Yan joked.
"That's just right, so as to save them from chattering in front of me in the future." Zheng Yuanjie said disdainfully.
Fang Yan said: "Yes, there is no need to squeeze into the circle that you can't fit into. On the contrary, you will wrong yourself."
"Don't tell me, I'm most annoyed by these pretentious people. They can yell at others just because they have learned a little about Western literature. Those who don't know think they have won the Nobel Prize for Literature." Zheng Yuanjie said, "Especially those who look down upon We are in children's literature."
Fang Yan said meaningfully: "Let's make an appointment some other time to sit down and have a chat."
"Teacher Fang, are you also interested in children's literature? "Zheng Yuanjie was surprised and happy.
“A little interested.”
Fang Yan asked Zheng Yuanjie for his autograph in the name of his younger sister. In fact, he was already thinking about Zheng Yuanjie’s fairy tale IP.
Whether it's Shuke and Beta, or Pipilu and Lu Xixi, they are all nuclear-level weapons for children.
Children's clothing, children's shoes, school bags, stationery, etc., as long as you can bring these IPs, the money will not flow into your pocket.
Mr. Lu Xun said it right, women and children are the easiest to make money, after all, "Only women and children are difficult to raise."
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After a while, the 4th Literary Congress officially opened.
Hu Muqiao read out the congratulatory message from his superiors to the conference, emphasizing that "creation must be free."
“Writers must use their own minds to think, have full freedom to choose themes, themes and artistic expression methods, and have full freedom to express their own feelings, passions and express their own thoughts. Only in this way can they write truly meaningful works. An infectious and educational work..."
"No matter who you are, you should firmly guarantee the freedom of writers!"
"Bah bang bang."
As soon as these words came out, there was thunderous applause.
After all, no writer likes the River Crab God and likes to have his creative freedom restricted by rules and regulations.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Guangnian, a fellow dialect fellow, stood up and gave a report on "Chinese Literature is Making Great Strides in the New Era".
“The creative freedom we are talking about has two meanings.”
“On the one hand, it refers to the guarantee provided by society for the free expression of writers’ creative talents, that is, Objectively formed to encourage and protect the creation of a clear and healthy The political situation; on the other hand, refers to the state of freedom that the writer enters during creative activities, that is, the spiritual leap from the kingdom of necessity to the kingdom of freedom that the writer achieves when he subjectively fully grasps the object of expression..."
" Swish swish ”
Fang Yan looked left and right. Everyone around him was immersed in taking notes. He didn't know whether they were real notes or fake notes.
At this moment, Zhang Guangnian suddenly mentioned "root-seeking literature":
"For example, the 'root-seeking literature' that has attracted much attention and discussion in the literary world recently, with the reference of world literature, Under the nourishment of local culture, this kind of contemporary literature rooted in the traditional culture of our Chinese nation was born. It is a good example of 'creative freedom'."
"The transformation from habitual writing to conscious writing has made a valuable breakthrough in the narrative style and subject matter of the novel."
In an instant! , it was quiet, even the sound of writing "swish, swish, swish" disappeared without a trace, and a pin drop could be heard.
A smile appeared at the corner of Fang Yan's mouth. With such a name from the ancient times, root-seeking literature has undoubtedly received official certification and support.
Now, the offense and defense are completely different!
Those who oppose, question and deny root-seeking literature, including "Farewell My Concubine", are no longer ordinary writers and must strike hard! (End of this chapter)