Re: China’s Mo Yan Wins Nobel Literature Prize

Thu Oct 11 10:13:34 CDT 2012

heh, the WP story is basically a re-topped re-wrap of Steven Moore's 2008
review of Life and Death are Wearing Me Out. I assume this is the Steven
Moore who works at Dalkey Archive and is responsible for herculean efforts
to publish great literature from America and other parts:

http://www.amazon.com/Life-Death-are-Wearing-Out/dp/1559708530
>From The Washington Post

Reviewed by Steven Moore

To encompass the ideological insanity of Mao Zedong's policies and the
unimaginable horrors he inflicted on the Chinese people requires a boldly
unconventional style. That need has been filled by this wild man of Chinese
fiction: Mo Yan -- a pseudonymic phrase meaning "Don't speak." Over the
last 20 years, Mo Yan has been writing brutally vibrant stories about rural
life in China that flout official Party ideology and celebrate
individualism over conformity. (How he has escaped imprisonment -- or worse
-- I don't know.) He also flouts literary conformity, spiking his earthy
realism with fantasy, hallucination and metafiction.

His previous novel, the voluptuously titled Big Breasts & Wide Hips,
revealed the horrors of Chinese life during the first half of the 20th
century; his new one, the exuberantly imaginative Life And Death Are
Wearing Me Out, covers the second, even worse half. The story, which
revives the Buddhist notion of reincarnation, begins on Jan. 1, 1950, in
hell. Lord Yama, king of the underworld, is examining a benevolent
landowner named Ximen Nao, who was brutally executed two years earlier
(like thousands of landowners) so that his land could be redistributed to
peasants. Frustrated that Ximen will not admit any guilt, Yama punishes him
by sending him back to his village in the form of a donkey.

Ximen remains in that form for the next 10 years, witnessing the Land
Reform Movement and the disastrous Great Leap Forward that killed tens of
millions of people (and an unrecorded number of Chinese animals -- the
novel reminds us this Earth belongs to them, too). The donkey is angry at
first when he learns his trusted farmhand Lan Lian has married Ximen's
concubine, but he's mollified as Lan carries on as a fiercely independent
farmer, the last holdout in collectivized China. The donkey is killed
during the great famine, accompanied by appropriate animal imagery: "Then
the famine came," Mo Yan writes, "turning the people into wild animals,
cruel and unfeeling. After eating all the bark from trees and the edible
grass, a gang of them charged into the Ximen estate compound like a pack of
starving wolves." Ximen is reincarnated next as an ox, then a pig, a dog, a
monkey and finally -- on New Year's Eve 2000 -- as a child. On his fifth
birthday, the child and elderly Lan Lian get together and, taking turns,
narrate the novel we've just read.

It's a grimly entertaining overview of recent Chinese history. As a "wise
German shepherd" summarizes it, "People in the 1950s were innocent, in the
1960s they were fanatics, in the 1970s they were afraid of their own
shadows, in the 1980s they carefully weighed people's words and actions,
and in the 1990s they were simply evil." But brave individuals emerge as
the true heroes; aside from the animal reincarnations of Ximen Nao, these
include Lan Lian for refusing to give in to communal pressure, and his son
Lan Jiefang, who defies convention by abandoning his legal wife (from an
arranged marriage) for a woman he loves, ruining himself in the process.
The most colorful individual is the novelist himself, who pops in and out
of the story, usually to the annoyance of the other characters.

But I don't want to leave the impression that this is a gimmicky book that
makes light of recent Chinese history. Born in 1955, Mo Yan endured the
worst of it -- he, too, was so poor that he ate tree bark -- and there are
descriptions that will shock readers into realizing this is no literary
game. Indeed, reality keeps outrunning the author's satire. Near the end of
the novel, a born-again capitalist devises a Cultural Revolution theme
park, as tasteless as a Nazi theme park in Poland. And yet there are now
Cultural Revolution-themed cafés in China, favored by urban hipsters with
an almost American ignorance of history.

Mo Yan offers insights into communist ideology and predatory capitalism
that we ignore at our peril. This "lumbering animal of a story," as he
calls it, combines the appeal of a family saga set against tumultuous
events with the technical bravura of innovative fiction. Catch a ride on
this wheel of transmigration.

On Thu, Oct 11, 2012 at 4:08 PM, Erik T. Burns <eburns at gmail.com> wrote:

> A-also, according to the WP report, there's a talking dog.
>
> Maybe Mr "Don't Speak" is China's TRP...
>
> "It’s a grimly entertaining overview of recent Chinese history. As a “wise
> German shepherd” summarizes it, “People in the 1950s were innocent, in the
> 1960s they were fanatics, in the 1970s they were afraid of their own
> shadows, in the 1980s they carefully weighed people’s words and actions,
> and in the 1990s they were simply evil.”"
>
> This also sounds TRPesque:
>
> “He’s bawdy when he wants to be. Big and bold, lots of adjectives, and
> long sentences. The visuality is incredible. When he describes a scene, he
> does it with every tool in his box. He turns things on their head and makes
> them be something they could ever be in real life. In Mo Yan’s hands, even
> the most horrific scenes have a great beauty to them.”
>
> a-and this is by far the most elegant sentence I've ever seen used by a
> reviewer to casually admit he hasn't actually read the books in question:
>
> "A sense of Mo Yan’s work emerges from the titles alone: “The Garlic
> Ballads<http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1611457076?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=1611457076&linkCode=xm2&tag=washpost-books-20>,”
> “Explosions and Other Stories,” “The Republic of Wine,” “Shifu: You’ll Do
> Anything for a Laugh<http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1559706716?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=1559706716&linkCode=xm2&tag=washpost-books-20>,”
> and “Big Breasts and Wide Hips<http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1611453437?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=1611453437&linkCode=xm2&tag=washpost-books-20>”
> (all published in the 1990s)."
>
>
> On Thu, Oct 11, 2012 at 4:02 PM, Erik T. Burns <eburns at gmail.com> wrote:
>
>> I'd be one of the last people to complain about literature being rewarded
>> for being complex.
>> But how does Jonathan Franzen feel about it?
>>
>>
>>
>>
>> On Thu, Oct 11, 2012 at 3:55 PM, David Morris <fqmorris at gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>>>
>>> http://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/style/chinese-fiction-writer-mo-yan-wins-nobel-prize-in-literature/2012/10/11/ca4795a2-13a0-11e2-ba83-a7a396e6b2a7_story.html
>>>
>>> The WP article convincingly connects his writing to GGM's magic
>>> realism.  The only (tenuouis) WF connection I can surmise is his
>>> confronting prevalent social pressures of China.
>>>
>>> On Thu, Oct 11, 2012 at 9:28 AM, Johnny Marr <marrja at gmail.com> wrote:
>>> > It's not the most tenuous pairing of names I've ever encountered.
>>> They're both renowned for their fragmentary narratives.
>>>
>>
>>
>
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