1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 705
It's the twelfth lunar month, and the temperature in Yanjing is reaching the lowest point of the whole winter.

At this time, the crew of "Farewell My Concubine", which has been in the awards season in the United States for a month, has received good news. At the just-concluded 51st American Film and TV Golden Globe Awards, the domestic film "Farewell My Concubine" won the Golden Globe Award Best Foreign Language Film Award.

When the news came back to China, the film industry was in a state of excitement, and the people rejoiced.

In recent years, domestic information dissemination is no longer as closed as it was in the early 80s, especially under the deliberate propaganda of many media, many ordinary people know a lot about many things in foreign countries, especially in Western developed countries.

Compared with the three major European film festivals, the Golden Globes are not as famous in China, but everyone knows that this award is as famous as the Academy Award in the United States.

In the 90s, when the Soviet Union collapsed, the United States was the only superpower in the world. For many Chinese, the Academy Awards were more authoritative and influential awards than the three major European film festivals.

Throughout late January, domestic media reports were almost overwhelmed by the news that "Farewell My Concubine" won the Golden Globe Award.

At the same time, there are still many media and ordinary people discussing whether "Farewell My Concubine" can win the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film, which keeps the popularity of "Farewell My Concubine" high.

There is still half a month until the nomination list of the Academy Awards is announced, and there are still nearly two months before the awards ceremony. The praises and discussions surround "Farewell My Concubine" and everything related to this movie.

Even the novels with "Farewell My Concubine" once again set off a sales boom, and the inventory is almost decreasing at a daily sales volume of [-] to [-] copies.

This is not only the case at home, but also in many foreign countries.

In terms of cultural influence, the United States really dominates the world, especially in the 90s.

A few years ago, Lin Weimin finally completed the creation of "Thirteen Langs of the South China Sea".

I started thinking about this novel in August and started writing it in September. It has not been completed until now.

The novel is basically based on the movie story, but the elements of the background of the times are more prominent, and the details are handled very vividly, which is inseparable from Lin Weimin's detailed data collection in the early stage.

After the novel was finished, Lin Weimin handed it over to the editorial department of "Contemporary".

Since the publication of Jingfu's "Eight Miles of Love" in the first half of 93, "Contemporary" has been somewhat quiet in the past six months. It has not published any well-known and widely influential works, resulting in a somewhat sluggish sales volume.

Lin Weimin's new work was finished and handed over to them, which immediately cheered up the somewhat depressed editorial department and rushed to circulate it.

After reading the manuscript, everyone's first feeling is that they seem to have known each other.

Without communication, everyone also thought of one of Lin Weimin's masterpieces - "Farewell My Concubine" in a tacit understanding.

These two novels are indeed similar in subject matter and plot direction, including characterization.

They are all based on the characters in Liyuan, and the protagonists are all a little idiot. The background of the era is the era of poverty and war in China, and the tragedy of the era is highlighted by personal misfortunes.

But in retrospect, the two works have nothing in common.

Cheng Dieyi in "Farewell My Concubine" is neither crazy nor alive. He has been a drama idiot and a love idiot all his life. Jiang Yuyu in "The Thirteen Langs of the South China Sea" is also a drama idiot, but he has a strong sense of family and country in him.

"Wei Min is becoming more and more sophisticated. Look at this sentence: The person who stole my left shoe was the British, the person who stole my right shoe was the Nihong. They have stolen all the Chinese shoes. There is no way out. , I can’t go anywhere, I can’t do anything if I have nowhere to go! Just one sentence and Jiang Yulu stands still.”

Zhang Zhonge discussed with Tong Zhonggui with some admiration.

"This is not the only character that has been drawn in a few strokes, just look at this paragraph by Tang Disheng.

'I want to prove that the article is valuable!In another three to fifty years, no one will remember those stocks.Gold stocks and world events are all passing clouds.But a good script will still be appreciated by people in 50 or 50 years. Even if I die, no one will forget my name and my play. This is called the article has a price! '"

Tong Zhonggui read the sentences in the novel, but couldn't help getting excited. Only those who are engaged in creation can truly understand the spirit and value contained in these words.

He was excited when he was talking, but was interrupted by Liu Yin, "I said that you two are almost done, and there is only one copy of the manuscript. After you finish reading it, others have to read it! It's good for the two of you, just watch it and discuss it." Now, do you want to pour you two more cups of tea and some snacks?"

Liu Yin sarcastically mocked the two of them. Tong Zhonggui did not dare to hold the manuscript anymore and handed it to Liu Yin. She turned over it happily.

Zhang Zhonge continued to discuss with Tong Zhonggui, "Little Tong, do you think this work is stronger or weaker than "Farewell My Concubine"? Which is higher and which is lower?"

Tong Zhonggui smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, you are digging a hole for me!"

"How can it be regarded as digging a hole? This is also a discussion with each other!"

At this time, other people in the office were also very interested in hearing this topic, and booed: "Xiao Tong, tell me how you feel first, and then let Lao Zhang talk about it."

Zhang Zhonge pointed to Yao Shuzhi and said, "You are the worst!"

He said again: "Forget it, let me talk first."

Then he pondered for a moment, and said: "If you only look at the quality of the written text and the integrity of the story, I think the two are on par. The advantage of "Farewell My Concubine" lies in the word 'spirit'. This novel is written for the people. I was only in my early twenties when I was young. Young people are full of talents, and they can be swayed recklessly. The role of Cheng Dieyi fully demonstrates this talent, which can be described as wonderful."

His comments were extremely accurate, and several colleagues nodded in agreement.

"As for "Thirteen Langs of the South China Sea"..."

Zhang Zhonge pushed his glasses and continued: "It is said that 12 years is a round and a century. Weimin's growth is also visible to the naked eye. His talent is still dazzling, but what is more memorable is his sophistication and strength in writing. The same theme, the same character attributes, but the character Jiang Yulu wrote a completely different taste from Cheng Dieyi."

"Some of Cheng Dieyi's obsessions focus solely on the destiny of the individual, but Jiang Yuliu's obsession perfectly integrates the destiny of the individual with the honor and disgrace of the family and the country. It is heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching!"

Literary criticism is not long-winded, but accurate, and Zhang Zhonge's evaluation is like this. After listening to his evaluation of "The Thirteen Langs of the South China Sea", the two editors in the office couldn't help applauding.

Yao Shuzhi said, "Don't be fooled by this old fox. He talked for a long time, but he didn't say who is good and who is bad?"

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that it seemed to be the case.

Zhang Zhonge shook his head, smiled wryly and said, "You, you have a really good memory."

"Well, I think "The Thirteen Langs of the South China Sea" is slightly better. After all, Weimin has grown up."

After he finished speaking, Tong Zhonggui also echoed: "I think so too. I think "The Thirteen Langs of the South China Sea" is a bit out of the editor's perspective, but from the perspective of a creator. The creative techniques and thinking shown in the novel are ingenious and ingenious, and they have completely reached the realm of returning to basics."

"Yo Yo Yo! You really deserve to be a good apprentice of your master. It's a pity that he's not here!" Yao Shuzhi teased.

Tong Zhonggui showed a bit of shame on his face, "I'm telling the truth."

"Don't listen to her nonsense, Xiaotong, you speak very well. In this creation, Weimin has a feeling of cutting out the complexity and simplifying it, washing away all the charm."

He Qizhi stood at the door of the office at some point and expressed support for Tong Zhonggui.

He walked into the office while talking, and said with a smile: "I heard you guys discussing Weimin's novel as soon as I came in, how about it? Except for Xiao Tong's opinion, everyone can talk about their feelings, let's discuss and prove each other Whether or not."

Zou Changyi said: "Actually, I like "Farewell My Concubine" more. "Thirteen Langs of the South China Sea" is not bad, but I think Weimin may have matured, and the creation has lost the lawlessness of the past, which is not enjoyable enough! "

"In the final analysis, it is still youthful spirit. Old Zhang is right. How young was he when he wrote "Farewell My Concubine" for the people, and he had just turned [-]. At that time, his talent was revealed, and he couldn't stop it.

It's different now, I know how to hide my clumsiness.

However, "Thirteen Langs of the South China Sea" seems to be harmonious and peaceful, but there are still sharp edges hidden inside, so you have to look away to see it. "

Holding the teacup in his hand, Zhu Changsheng said calmly.

After everyone finished speaking, the smile on He Qizhi's face became wider, "It seems that everyone has a very high evaluation of the novel "The Thirteen Langs of the South China Sea"!"

Everyone nodded tacitly.

He Qizhi said again: "Since this is the case, this novel will be published, and the treatment will be the same as before. The headlines, large font size, and the first issue will be published. Do you think it is feasible?"

When Lin Weimin was the editor-in-chief, most of the time, like He Qizhi, he respected the opinions of his colleagues, but when encountering different opinions, he would still take his own ideas as the standard, and sometimes he even ignored the opposition and acted arbitrarily.

For example, when "The Ordinary World" was released, most of my colleagues disagreed with giving this novel high treatment. Some even disagreed with publishing this novel, but Lin Weimin decided to publish it anyway.

He Qizhi is more peaceful than Lin Weimin. This kind of peace can be regarded as democracy, or it can be regarded as insufficient control over the editorial department.

"I have no opinion."

"No comment."

"I agree!"

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another, only Liu Yin, who was seriously reading the novel, did not speak. She said to He Qizhi in annoyance: "You can't wait for me to read it before asking for opinions!"

He Qizhi laughed and said, "It was my mistake. You noticed that you haven't finished reviewing the manuscript, so you should read it first."

Faced with this kind of scene, everyone didn't care at all, and they were already used to it.

In "Contemporary", there has always been no concept of superiors and subordinates. If we want to talk about the rise of this trend, we must start with Lin Weimin, the editor-in-chief.

When he was a small editor in charge, he was just like Meng Weizai and Qin Chaoyang. When he became the editor-in-chief, he also didn't have the airs of being an editor-in-chief, so the atmosphere of the editorial department was gradually cultivated.

After He Qizhi left, he was about to leave work soon, and everyone stopped discussing the novel, and started discussing JZ's house building instead.

Guowenshe’s housing has always been tight. Although the conditions have improved over the years, they are still very limited.

This time, the agency took a piece of land of more than 7000 square meters. It is said that five or six seven-story family buildings can be built, which can cover more than 2 square meters. They provide a good environment.

"The young people of today have caught up with the good times!" Zhu Changsheng sighed.

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(End of this chapter)