Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 306 The book is indeed on the street
At this time, Fang Minghua was reviewing a novel.

Wang Anyi's novella "Little Baozhuang".

Although Wang Anyi did not sign the "Great God Agreement" with "Yanhe" magazine, she expressed Fang Minghua's support and their friendship and resolutely sent the novel that had just been revised.

"Xiao Baozhuang" tells the story of the living conditions and life destiny of several families in Xiao Baozhuang, a small village.

Among them, Xiao Baozhuang was completely destroyed by the flood, and a child died trying to save the orphaned old man Bao Wuye. The novel forms its grand writing vision and aesthetic atmosphere through the borrowing and replacement of myths. It uses the art of irony to discover the historical truth of lost roots in the dual discourse confrontation of explicit and implicit. It explores the destiny of mankind through multiple symbolic connotations. , human suffering, human culture and other grand propositions.

This is one of Wang Anyi's masterpieces.

awesome!

Sister Anyi!
Due to the long content, Fang Minghua decided to publish the novel in two issues in the "Editor's Recommendation Column" of the magazine in July and August.

Every time a novel is published in the "Editor's Recommendation" column, Fang Minghua will comment on it in the name of the editor:

"The author's narration is cold and objective, hiding personal emotions behind the scenes, and constructs a complex network of character relationships through a virtual depiction of the land of Huaibei. Through these character relationships, she shows the spirit of benevolence and righteousness, as well as the entire national spirit and history. A profound reflection on reality.”

"I told you a long time ago, don't be anxious, don't be anxious. It was published in a hurry before the time came. Can you blame me for this?" Fang Minghua said helplessly.

After Fang Minghua finished reading the novel, he thought about writing this paragraph and felt quite satisfied.

Fang Minghua took out the letter paper and was about to start writing when the phone on his desk rang. When he picked up the phone, Zhao Hongjun's voice came from the opposite side. He complained for a while and finally complained: "Minghua, it's all you who advocated such pioneering work." Novel, it turned out that Lu Yao’s novel really couldn’t be sold!”

I wrote another private message to Wang Anyi to express my gratitude.

"Red Army, send him some nutritional supplements in the name of the company, and, by the way, coffee!" Fang Minghua warned on the phone.

Of course it was not what Zhao Hongjun said, but the information obtained from the editorial department of "Flower City".

"of course not."

After listening to Zhao Hongjun's words, Fang Minghua was silent for a moment and said, "Don't worry, he will finish it. But Hongjun, don't tell him about this."

"Look what you said, he looks like Zhuge Liang. Can you count?"

"Flower City will not work even if it is published. For this book to be popular, it needs the right time, place and people." Fang Minghua said slowly.

"Then you can't blame me, right? "Flower City" has been harping on it for a long time. It's just being published now. I really can't wait."

"If Lu Yao knew that the sales of the first part were so poor, would he still have the confidence to complete the second and third parts?"

"I called and asked about this a few days ago. Lu Yao replied that it will take some time. It is estimated that complete completion will not be until September at the earliest."

"worry about what?"

"Don't worry, it has been mailed." On the other side of the phone, Zhao Hongjun said lazily: "I'm just worried."

"Okay, I'm sorry, Red Army. How is Lu Yao writing his second part? Have you asked?"

In fact, Lu Yao, who was in the guest house of Tongchuan Coal Mine Hospital, already knew the situation after the publication of his novel.

Although Lu Yao is now focusing on the creation of the second part, he is still very concerned about the release of the first part.

What he wants to know is how readers evaluate his book. Is it really as bad as some editors say?
This afternoon, the room was extremely hot, and the floor-standing fan blew out hot air. Lu Yao was wearing an undershirt and shorts, his face was covered with sweat, and he was feeling a little irritable, so he put down the pen in his hand and found Director Sun of the guest house, wanting to make a call in his office. Make long-distance calls to inquire about the publication status of your novel.

Of course Director Sun knew that Lu Yaomao was here for creation, and the coal mine leader had already told him to provide him with all conveniences, so he agreed and used the key to open the long-distance lock - which was usually locked. Lu Yao was going to call Xie Wangxin, deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department of "Flower City" in Guangdong Province. He was mainly responsible for reviewing and publishing the first volume of "The Ordinary World" he wrote.

The call was quickly connected, and after a few greetings, Lu Yao couldn't wait to get to the point.

Xie Wangxin's answer was very vague, but why didn't the smart Lu Yao understand what he meant?
Reader response was also lukewarm.

Lu Yao suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icehouse, feeling chilled all over.

"Lu Yao, but don't be discouraged. We are going to hold a symposium on "The Ordinary World" (Part 1) in Yanjing. We will invite some critics from Beijing and your Qin Province to participate and listen to their opinions. Come to You will also come to participate.”

"Who from Qin Province is going? When?"

"Fang Minghua, editor-in-chief of "Yanhe", and Wang Yu, editor-in-chief of "Novel Review", we are planning to hold the meeting on June 6. Please prepare."

"Okay, I'll go back to Xijing first. Goodbye."

Seeing Lu Yao hang up the phone, Director Sun hurriedly asked: "Writer Lu, how is the publication status of the novel you wrote?"

"It's not bad." Lu Yao forced a smile on his face: "Director Sun, the deputy editor of "Flower City" invited me to Yanjing to hold a symposium on the novel I wrote, so I have to leave for a while."

"Holding a symposium? That means your writing is good. I heard people say that the book is good so I held a symposium." Director Sun was also very happy.

"Writer Lu, you can go ahead and leave the house for you. I will never let anyone in."

"Thanks."

I hope so.

Lu Yao is also a little fanciful.

Director Sun is right. Symposiums are held only after many good works are published. This is a kind of affirmation of the works.

It was two nights after Fang Minghua met Lu Yao. He and Song Tangtang had just returned to their parents' house for dinner. Not long after driving home, they heard someone knocking on the door.

Fang Minghua went to open the door and saw Lu Yao standing at the door.

"Brother Lu, are you back from Tongchuan? Come in quickly."

Fang Minghua greeted Lu Yao and sat on the sofa. Song Tangtang said hello and peeled an apple for him.

Lu Yao took the peeled apple from her, said thank you and said to Fang Minghua: "Minghua, I heard Xie Wangxin, the deputy editor of "Flower City", called and said that their magazine was planning to hold a conference in Yanjing about the book I wrote. Are you also invited to participate in the first symposium of "The Ordinary World"?

"Yes, I also received a call from Editor Xie the day before yesterday." Fang Minghua replied: "If it were someone else's novel, I really don't want to go to Yanjing. It's such a hot day and I'll sweat every time I move, but it's written by you, I will definitely go."

"Okay, besides you there is Wang Yu, but he has left today. Let's go together tomorrow."

"Okay, one piece." Fang Minghua agreed.

"Hey, Minghua, I really want to hear what these critics think of this book I wrote? Is it really bad?"

Yes, they think your writing is poor, worse than you think.

But it's hard for Fang Minghua to say it now.

(End of this chapter)