1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 183
The pagoda trees along the street are lush and lush, blocking the scorching sun in July.

In the courtyard of the Guowen Society, none of the windows of the office building were closed. This year's Yanjing summer was surprisingly hot.

The fourth issue of "Contemporary" has been on the market for more than a week, and readers' letters and questionnaires have received feedback one after another.

"It's "My Distant Qingping Bay" again!" Yao Shuzhi tore open a letter from a reader and said so after reading it for a few seconds.

Rong Shihui sighed: "Shi Tiesheng is famous this time!"

Yao Shuzhi sealed the reader's letter, and the editorial department will hand it over to Shi Tiesheng.

"The last time there were so many letters was Lu Yao's "Life." Liu Yin said.

Yao Shuzhi said: "This time it's not as exaggerated as "Life", but it's quite a lot, much more than usual."

She said to Lin Weimin, "Weimin, you caught another big fish this time!"

Lin Weimin raised his head and said with a smile: "What is a big fish? This is a potential writer, and they are all valuable assets of our "Contemporary"."

Rong Shihui joked: "Look at the awareness of serving the people, as expected of Director Lin."

The crowd laughed.

The working environment of the editorial department of "Contemporary" has always been relaxed and harmonious, including when the authors who contribute to "Contemporary" come, everyone sits in the office and talks about literature, ideals, life, and philosophy... …

Here, no one will laugh at these mysterious-sounding things, but will participate in them with great interest.

Liu Yin suddenly asked: "Wei Min, have you watched this issue of "Flower City"?"

"Flower City" was founded in April 1979. It is a literary bimonthly magazine sponsored by Huacheng Publishing House. In the 4s, it was also known as the "Four Great Stars" of domestic pure literature journals along with mainstream literary magazines such as "Contemporary" and "October".

"Flower City" is published on the [-]th of every single month, and its latest issue has just come out recently.

"no, what happened?"

Liu Yin handed him an open magazine, "Look at the acceptance speech of the latest Nobel Prize winner Marquez. Look at him, how fashionable he is!"

There was some playfulness in her tone.

The style of "Flower City" is unique among domestic pure literature periodicals. This reason can be attributed to the city where it is located. The atmosphere of Yangcheng has always been open. In the eyes of people from other parts of the country in this era, Yangcheng represents everything related to fashion. words.

Bold, pioneering, adventurous...

If you look at the columns on "Flower City", you can get a glimpse of the atmosphere at that time and place. "Fiction", "Film Literature", "Foreign Literature", "Poetry", "Xiangjiang Communication", etc., reveal a sense of connection with the mainland. Pure literature publications have a completely different orientation and style.

In this issue of the publication, "Flower City" took the lead in publishing the acceptance speech of this year's Nobel Prize winner Marquez.

Lin Weimin glanced at the contents of the magazine, expressionless, "Send testimonials too? Is the "Flower City" group unable to submit manuscripts? How about I recommend some works to them."

Liu Yin covered her mouth with a smile and said, "Your mouth is worse than mine!"

Lin Weimin shook his head. In the early days of reform and opening up, among the first batch of people who opened their eyes and opened their eyes to the world, there were many foreigners. Lin Weimin can understand that a publication publishes some content about literary awards, but it is a bit outrageous for you to publish a speech by an award winner. So, should we just give him a longevity rank?

The most important thing is that Lin Weimin really doesn't have any affection for Marquez.

Is Marquez awesome or not?
Awesome!
Whether it is "One Hundred Years of Solitude" or "Love in the Time of Cholera", they are all excellent literary works. His attainments in literary creation are master-level, and he deserves the Nobel Prize for Literature.

But Lin Weimin has a very clear distinction between profession and character. Major is profession, and character is character.

Marquez, a contemporary master who won the Nobel Prize for Literature, came to China in 1990. Like Tagore’s visit to China during the Republic of China, he was highly valued by the officials and cultural circles at that time. Among the people in charge of reception, even Qian Zhong There are predecessors like books.

Mr. Qian invited Marquez to eat Yanjing Roast Duck, and then went to the bookstore together. He saw the pirated books of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and "Love in the Time of Cholera" on the bookshelf.

Marquez was so angry that he publicly insulted all the reception staff present: "Everyone here is a pirate book dealer."

And put down the harsh words: "Within 150 years after death, Chinese books will never be authorized to be published."

It was clearly an act of some pirates breaking the law and discipline, but this master scolded all the people in the cultural circle who kindly received him.

The most important thing is that readers who spend money to buy books become thieves who steal his "fruits of labor" and are deprived of the qualification to obtain genuine works!

This is so fucking outrageous that his grandma opened the door for outrageous mother——the outrageous mother is home!

What an insult and arrogance this is, and the implicit discrimination is even more infuriating.

The funnier thing is still to come. During the next ten years, Marquez really kept his promise and refused to authorize domestic publishers to publish his works until a domestic cultural figure wrote a letter to Marquez. A passionate sycophantic article.

This article can be considered to have captured Marquez's heart, and he readily agreed to the domestic publication request. Of course, the money must be handed over.

Lin Weimin really hoped that this master would fulfill his promise and let the Chinese spend less money to support such writers who disrespect Chinese readers.

It's a pity that some people's bones are so weak.

Lin Weimin said with a chuckle: "We must be vigilant against any attempt to mold people into gods, because they are trying to control us spiritually and become their slaves."

Lin Weimin's words meant something.

Zhu Changsheng said: "For the people, what you said is too exaggerated."

Lin Weimin shook his head, "It's not an exaggeration. Now they point to this man and say, he is a master, you should kneel down to worship him, and you kneel down. Tomorrow they dare to point to a dog and say, this is the Creator, you have to kneel down Worship him."

The colleagues in the office were stunned by Lin Weimin's serious and cold tone, and they didn't know how to answer. They had never seen Lin Weimin like this before.

"Literature is not theology. We don't need anyone standing on top of us to issue orders, let alone allow anyone to be high above. Separated from the masses, singing praises upwards and brainwashing downwards, this is not literature, but politics. "

After Lin Weimin said these words, there was a silence in the office for a while, and his face softened, "I am not targeting everyone, but to express my concern about this phenomenon."

"it is good!"

At the door of the office, a slightly old but tough voice suddenly sounded, and all the colleagues in the office looked towards the door.

It turned out that Meng Weizai was standing at the door, and he should have heard everything Lin Weimin said just now.

"Usually I see you as a fool, but I didn't expect to express such a point of view." Meng Weizai walked into the office and praised Lin Weimin.

The atmosphere in the office relaxed, and Lin Weimin joked: "Leader, how much do you usually dislike me?"

"I still misunderstood you?" Meng Weizai said pretending to be serious, but his expression did not last for a few seconds before he relaxed, "Let's talk about something serious. Please inform Lu Yao that "Life" will be printed for 20 more copies The manuscript fee is still the same as last time."

Lin Weimin said happily: "That's great. This kid still owes me 700 yuan, so it's settled this time."

Hearing what he said, Meng Weizai couldn't help smiling, and even his colleagues in the office all laughed.

The author borrows money from the editor, and the editor deducts money from the manuscript fee, which is very reasonable and very professional.

After Meng Weizai left, Liu Yin said to Lin Weimin: "You can really interrupt, I just showed you "Flower City" to show you that Marquez won the Nobel Prize for Literature. The "Flower City" you wrote earlier Doesn’t Yura’s Death also have the flavor of magic realism? Did you learn from him?”

Lin Weimin shook his head, "I haven't read his book."

He did not tell lies. The term magic realism literature first came from the 1925 treatise "Magic Realism · Late Expressionism · Current European Painting" by the German literary critic Franz Roh on the study of German and European late expressionist paintings. Some Issues of ".

Later, this work was translated into Spanish by the Spanish "Western" magazine, so the term "magic realism" entered the field of Spanish literature and art.

The Venezuelan writer Petrie was the first to apply this term to Latin American literature. By the 20s, magic realism literature had emerged in Latin American literature, and Marquez was one of the leaders.

But before Marquez won the Nobel Prize for Literature, magical realism works were actually not a great style in China.

The great reputation of Marquez in China in later generations is really directly related to some flattering cultural figures. Once a foreign writer wins the Nobel Prize for Literature, he will become a god. Not only do they have to kneel down, but also Pull the common people in the country to kneel down together.

Otherwise it is mob, vulgar, uneducated and unqualified.

Therefore, Lin Weimin has never read Marquez's works.

But he is not the only one who writes magic realism, let alone he is the only one who can write it. Lin Weimin has read works in this area.

"Then you don't plan to work hard in this direction? He won the Nobel Prize in Literature for this style?"

In the 80s, the spring breeze of reform had just entered the door, and in the eyes of most Chinese people, everything from the West was a good thing.

As an authoritative award recognized by the western scientific and cultural circles, the Nobel Prize in Literature is naturally highly respected by the Chinese people. This kind of respect still has a very large market until the time when Lin Weimin crossed over.

Lin Weimin feels that the Nobel Prize is indeed very authoritative. The prizes in physics, chemistry, physiology or medicine are all very good, and they all point out the direction for the advancement of human civilization.

But the literary award is a matter of opinion, not to mention the notorious peace award.

"The Nobel Prize in Literature is good, but unfortunately I am Chinese."

Liu Yin was surprised, "Chinese? What happened to the Chinese?"

"It's nothing."

At this time, most people in the country are still very simple, completely treating the Western world as a superior civilization.

"You man, you only talk half-speak." Liu Yin said dissatisfied.

Lin Weimin smiled and didn't dwell on this topic any longer.

After get off work in the evening, Lin Weimin came to Renyi. Today he came to see the rehearsal of Group B of "Farewell My Concubine".

It is very common for drama performances to have corners A and B. In order to ensure the smooth performance of an excellent play, the entire performance will not be canceled due to a sudden emergency of a certain actor. In principle, all actors have substitutes.

However, it has never been divided into Group A and Group B. If the people in Yanjing were not too enthusiastic, Renyi would not have made such a bad decision. This decision can be regarded as a precedent for Renyi.

The A and B corners of the "Farewell My Concubine" crew also covered almost all the characters, but in order to be as consistent as possible with the performance of the Capital Theater, Renyi still insisted on rehearsing for a period of time.

Not only the main creators of the production team, but also the directors of Renyi Art were present today. The rehearsal results of Group B of "Farewell My Concubine" are directly related to the performance in the Youth Palace, so there is no room for loss.

Fortunately, after a three-hour drama, everyone applauded. From their professional point of view, the rehearsal effect of group B was not much worse than that of group A, and it could completely cope with the performance in the Youth Palace. Everyone was relieved.

After the rehearsal, Han Zhuangzhuang followed Lin Weimin out of the rehearsal field, ready to go home.

"Uncle, there is something I want to tell you."

"what's up?"

Han Zhuangzhuang said: "Aren't Dandan and Guanhua students in the actor training class? 82 is the screening period for this group of students. If they pass the final exam, they will stay and continue to study acting. If they fail, they can only say goodbye to other artists." gone."

Lin Weimin nodded. He had heard him mention this screening period when he was chatting with Ouyang Shanzun.

"It's almost time for their final exams. Dandan and Guanhua are under a lot of pressure. They have to arrange four sketches every week, and they even write and perform..."

Lin Weimin said impatiently, "Get to the point!"

Han Zhuangzhuang said coyly: "Old uncle, is it okay for Dandan and Guanhua to use the sketch "Yang Bailao and Huang Shiren" as the finale of their exams?"

"What am I supposed to do? It was originally written for you, so you can use it."

Han Zhuangzhuang showed joy when he heard the words, "Thank you, uncle!"

He observed Lin Weimin's expression, and said, "Old uncle..."

"What's wrong?"

"Then can you write two more sketches for Dandan and Guanhua?"

If I give you some color, you can open a dyeing workshop!
Just as Lin Weimin was about to reprimand him, his heart suddenly moved, and he stared at Han Zhuangzhuang with suspicion on his face.

Dandan and Guanhua?
Han Zhuangzhuang was taken aback by him, "Old man, why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's not impossible to write a sketch for Guanhua." Lin Weimin said deliberately.

Han Zhuangzhuang hastily corrected him, "Uncle, it's for Dandan and Guanhua..."

Before he could finish speaking, a smile crossed the corner of Lin Weimin's mouth.

I knew that you kid had no good intentions, and dared to take your old uncle as a favor!

Lin Weimin really wanted to ask: Zhuang Zhuang, do you know what the beautiful and beautiful classmate Dandan will look like 20 years later?

(End of this chapter)