A novel of more than 40,000 words, even if someone reads it slowly, can finish it in an hour and a half.
The other three were somewhat silent, and Zhuang Yu continued to drink tea slowly.
Li Zhiqiong returned the phone to Zhuang Yu and said, "Let me tell you my opinion first. This author's language skills are very strong, and his style is very delicate, soft and elegant, stretching and powerful. What interests me more is that he
The subversive combination, dismantling and reorganization of language in the book should be deliberately intended to defamiliarize the language and give it a vivid charm, thereby bringing readers a fresh sense of reading and a broad imagination. And this,
He obviously did."
"Of course, this is not the first of his kind. I remember that Mr. Zhuang's early work "The Road to Fatigue" also made extensive use of this writing technique. Perhaps this Su Ai followed your technique."
Zhuang Yu shook his head, "Su Ai's dismantling of language is exactly the same as mine in "The Road to Fatigue", but the reorganization is completely different."
Li Zhiqiong smiled and said, "That's why I feel a little interested."
After he finished speaking, he stared at the other two people. Lin Yuanwen and Fang Yingwu looked at each other and each was humble. Then Fang Yingwu spoke first, "Since Mr. Zhuang mentioned root-seeking before, then I will say
Let’s talk about searching for roots. Since this work is about searching for roots, it must be clear what kind of roots it is searching for. Everyone must have seen it clearly. In such an era of alternation between old and new, the combination of Songlian and Chen Zuoqian is definitely
Not a few. Our age has not experienced such a period, but we can see some shadows from the previous generation..."
Fang Yingwu talked a lot, and he talked for a quarter of an hour. He talked about reality from the book, and from the present to the past. He had a very strong memory, and he had already understood the characters and plots after just reading it once.
Remembering it clearly, he slowly talked about each character.
The protagonist of this tragedy, the fourth concubine Songlian, is the initiator of the tragedy in her own life. Under the cloak of a female student, she is still a feudal woman poisoned by traditional ethics and material pursuits.
The second aunt, Zhuo Yun, a gentle and delicate-looking lady, has the most tricks secretly...
When Fang Yingwu finished speaking, Lin Yuanwen took over and said, "This work has a bit of old-style literati sentiment, and the whole text reveals a decadent upper-lip sadness. The author probably wanted to use the decay of the old feudal family to express
The decadence of human nature, which is composed of sin, death, and desire, thus reflects the decadence of the entire history."
Zhuang Yu nodded. He agreed with what the three of them said, but none of them mentioned that he wanted something.
There was only one reason why he took another look at this novel, and that was to find his roots.
The current mainstream trend in the Chinese literary world is scar literature. Most authors plunge into a certain period of time, wanting to both accuse and heal. The impact of that period on them is so great that they cannot
Forget, overturn the narrative.
But Zhuang Yu feels that if you want to bring Chinese literature to the world, root-seeking is the best way out.
The more national it is, the more it is global. This is a literary argument for seeking roots. The reason for seeking roots is to dialogue with the world.
Zhuang Yu believes that only by truly searching for the roots can we find our country's unique literary style and style, and thus gain a foothold in the world of literature.
In fact, Lin Yuanwen didn't know what Zhuang Yu wanted to say, but they couldn't easily comment on literary schools and trends.
Especially since he is also the president of Yenching University, he needs to be very careful about his speech.
"Mr. Zhuang, I think that's all for today. As for the specific discussion of this book, let's wait until it's published. I just went on the website and saw the news that it will be out next month. Let's wait until the physical version comes out and stare at the computer.
Screen, my eyes are dry at this moment." Lin Yuanwen said.
Fang Yingwu and Li Zhiqiong also nodded repeatedly. Li Zhiqiong complained to Zhuang Yu, "The screen of your mobile phone is too bright. My eyes can't stand it after looking at it for a while."
Zhuang Yu looked at their reactions and smiled playfully, "Okay, let's talk about it later. Don't we have a writers' exchange meeting in Yanjing in March? Let's talk about it then."
"Okay, if possible, invite this Su Ai here, and we will also listen to the original author's thoughts." Lin Yuanwen agreed.
"I think this matter will be left to Lao Fang. The exchange meeting is also organized by your Writers Association. It is definitely the best if you invite it in the name of the Association." Zhuang Yu looked at Fang Yingwu next to him and said.
Fang Yingwu nodded, "Well, okay, Harvest Literature, right? I'll contact them after the New Year to see if I can get Su Ai's contact information. I'm quite curious whether this is a boy or a girl.
"
"I hope it's a lesbian. There are still a few female writers in China," Li Zhiqiong said.
The topic about "Wives and Concubines" has come to an end for the time being, but the four of them are not in a hurry to leave. Since they are getting together, they have to talk about other things. The New Year is approaching and everyone is busy. It is probably before the exchange meeting.
They don't have time to be together.
…
"Loukou Motou Cattis, aunt, you have been hit by my leg-locking spell and you can't move!"
Pengpeng took a chopstick and made a few empty strokes in the air, then chanted an incomprehensible spell in his mouth and cast "magic" on Li Yan.
And Li Yan actually seemed to be under a spell. Her feet seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and she couldn't lift them no matter how hard she tried.
Li Yan looked "pleading" and said, "Master Peng Peng Magician, please lift the spell."
Pengpeng circled around Li Yan, scratched her little head and said, "But I can't lift the spell."
"What should we do?"
"I'll ask dad."
Zhang Zhong was writing when Pengpeng opened the door and entered the study room, "Dad, dad, my aunt has been immobilized by my leg-locking spell. How can I remove it? My aunt looks so painful. She must be very uncomfortable."
"Leg-locking spell?" Zhang Zhong's writing pen paused. This girl has started to recite the spell now. It's hard for Li Yan to really accompany her to fool around.
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "It's okay, my aunt will be fine in a while. Remember not to cast spells casually in the future, you know?"
"Oh, okay, I'll go and tell aunt not to worry."
After saying that, Pengpeng turned around and ran out. Zhang Zhong called out to her again, "Don't worry."
Pengpeng turned around, looked at his father, Zhang Zhong curled his lips and said, "What's wrong with your chopsticks?"
"This is not chopsticks, it is my magic wand."
…
This prop is a bit too crude. Zhang Zhong thought for a while, maybe he will get her a set of equipment in the future, such as a magic wand, a magic robe...