On the evening of November 4th, Yanjing, Yandalang Runhu Apartment.
"Hello!"
"Are you Xiao Li and Xiao Tang?" "Yes, you are Brother Yucheng, right?"
"Yes, come in, come in. Why are you still carrying things? Don't be so polite.
Tonight, Tao's father was going to invite two of his best disciples to dinner. When Tao Yucheng saw the two carrying things, he said something and shouted into the room: "Dad, Xiao Li, Xiao Tang is here!"
A few seconds later, Tao's father came out of the room, "Here you come? Sit down first, we can eat later."
After sitting down, Xiao Li and Xiao Tang were a little embarrassed. They were first-year graduate students this year and it was their first time to eat at Tao's house. Xiao Li was a student at Yanda's main school, while Xiao Tang was admitted to Yanda from Shandong.
Father Tao looked kind and chatted with the two about life matters. Tao Yucheng occasionally interjected a word, and the atmosphere gradually relaxed. Tao Yucheng noticed that Xiao Tang's eyes had been falling on the family portrait on the wall, and said with a smile:
"If you want to see it, just get closer."
Xiao Tang looked shy and did not move.
Tao Yucheng joked: "It's okay. I know what you want to see even if you don't tell me. There are not many students at Yanda who are not curious about me, my brother-in-law."
You guys, you haven't caught up with the good times. In the past few years, my father and other professors taught undergraduate students, and Chaoyang has been working in the library, so he can read it anytime he wants."
When Xiao Tang heard this, he was filled with envy. He envied that undergraduates at Yanda could enjoy the teachings of great professors like Professor Tao, and also envied that students at Yanda could see Lin Chaoyang every day. He got up and came to the family portrait and looked at it carefully.
There were 11 people in the Tao family portrait, including 3 adult males. He knew both Tao's father and Tao Yucheng, and the remaining man was self-evident. He looked at it twice and sat back. Tao Yucheng said: "
Xiao Tang looks like a literary young man at first glance."
Xiao Tang said with some embarrassment: "I just read some books randomly, not really a hobby." "The food is ready, let's eat."
Mother Tao's voice came from the kitchen, and several people got up to eat.
After dinner, it was exactly seven o'clock. Tao Yucheng turned on the TV and broadcast it to CCTV. Tao's father was watching the news and chatting with two students.
". Xinhua News Agency reported: In the past two days, more than 100 Taiwanese compatriots who obtained new travel documents to the mainland from China Travel Service in Xiangjiang have traveled to various places to visit relatives via sea, land and air via Guangzhou."
When the news broadcast news about cross-strait news, Tao's father asked: "Xiao Li's family is from Fujian, right? Do you have any relatives in Wandao?" "Yes, my grandfather's youngest brother went to Wandao back then."
"Now we have a chance to reunite."
"Yeah, it's a pity that my grandfather didn't see this day."
Father Tao sighed softly, "The dust of history falls on every ordinary person, which is like a big mountain. You are studying history, so you must understand this truth." The two students looked solemn and nodded in agreement.
"..Xinhua News Agency News: On November 2, at the 1987 Renaudeau Literary Award held in Paris, France, the jury awarded the award to Chinese writer Xu Lingjun and his novel "The Truman Show."
The Renaudeau Literary Prize was founded in 1926 in memory of Théophrast Renaudeau, the founder of France's first newspaper.
Awards were given at the same place.
"The Truman Show" is the first foreign literary work to win this award.
The news report is not long, only about 200 words, which is one level higher than the express news and belongs to the news category.
Tao Yucheng's face was full of surprise, "Dad, Chaoyang won the award?"
His question received no response from Tao's father, and Tao's father didn't react at the moment. Did the son-in-law win another award?
Although I have never heard of the Renaudeau Literary Award, if it can be awarded by "Xinwen Lianbo", it is definitely not bad. "Mom! Zhao Li! Chaoyang won the award!"
After being surprised, Tao Yucheng started shouting, wanting to shout with a loudspeaker, "What award will you win?"
The two lesbians were busy in the kitchen just now and didn't hear the news broadcast on the TV. "France's prize, Les Sodos Literary Prize..."
Tao Yucheng couldn't remember the name of the award for a while. Xiao Tang said: "The Renaudeau Prize for Literature is said to be an important literary award in France. "Is it very famous? Which one is more powerful than the Nobel Prize for Literature?" Zhao Li asked.
This question touched on Tao Yucheng's knowledge blind spot. He first looked at his father, feeling that his professionalism seemed inappropriate, and then looked at Xiao Tang. "I have never heard of the Renaudeau Literature Award, but the news said that this award is related to Gong
The Gur Literary Prize was awarded at the same time and at the same place.
I know that the Prix Goncourt is one of the most important literary awards in France and Europe. In terms of reputation, the Nobel Prize for Literature is definitely more famous, but the Prix Goncourt is also very powerful.
The Renaudeau Literary Prize can be compared with the Goncourt Literary Prize, and its importance is self-evident."
Xiao Tang's half-knowledge of popular science gave the Tao family some confidence. Zhao Li said, "So it's a pretty awesome prize!"
Tao Yucheng said cheerfully: "Aren't you talking nonsense? How bad is it to win the "Xinwen Lianbo" award? Let me tell you, Chaoyang is the first foreigner to win this award, setting a record!"
His tone was filled with pride. To be able to win awards abroad these days is to bring glory to the country.
Mother Tao's face was full of joy, but she complained: "It's true that Yushu didn't tell the family about such a big thing!"
"Mom, Chaoyang just won the award the day before. It's so troublesome to make a long distance call now. Besides, Chaoyang just won the award, so there must be a lot of trouble." Tao Yucheng said.
At this time, Tao's father finally said, "Winning an award is a happy thing, so don't complain. I will write a letter to Yushu tonight to congratulate Chaoyang on winning the award." The Tao family happily said that Lin Chaoyang won the award.
Xiao Li and Xiao Tang were not able to participate in the matter, but they were also very happy.
How many contemporary college students have not read Lin Chaoyang's novels, and many of them have been Lin Chaoyang's loyal fans for many years.
At around eight o'clock, Xiao Li and Xiao Tang came out of Langrun Lake Apartment and walked to the student dormitory. Along the way, they were chatting about the significance of Lin Chaoyang's award for Chinese literature. When they returned to the dormitory, Xiao Tang immediately promoted Lin Chaoyang.
Winning the French Renaudeau Literary Prize.
In less than half an hour, the entire dormitory building already knew about this, and then other dormitory buildings.
Throughout the night, in various student dormitories of Yanda, news about "Lin Chaoyang" and the "French Renaudot Literary Prize" were constantly fermenting.
In fact, not only on the Yanda campus, "News Network" has such a huge influence. Anyone who has the habit of watching news at night will receive this news. After being transferred to the Ministry of Culture, Wang Meng still lived in the Gaozhi Building of the Hufangqiao Cultural Association. .
He has always had the habit of watching "Xinwen Lianbo", and tonight he watched the news of Lin Chaoyang's award attentively. He learned about it when the embassy contacted the Cultural Association.
He has also been paying attention to Lin Chaoyang's trip to France to receive the award.
When he finished watching the news broadcast, a smile appeared on his face.
Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, Chinese writers have won literary awards overseas.
For example, in 1951, Ding Ling's "The Sun Shines on the Sanggan River" and Zhou Libo's "The Storm" won the Stalin Prize for Literature that year. For example, this year, Cao Ying also won the Gorky Prize, the Soviet Union's highest literary award.
These awards are of course very important, but the problem is that these awards all come from socialist countries. When it comes to international influence, they can only cover a few socialist countries in the world.
The difference between the Renaudeau Literary Prize is that it is one of the most important literary awards in France.
France is not only an economic, military and cultural power, but also a recognized literary power in the world. It has considerable international influence in the Western world. Lin Chaoyang's recognition of the Renaudeau Literature Prize should be said to have contributed to the impact of Chinese literature in the world. There are benefits to spreading and diffusing.
The news broadcast on TV had ended, and Wang Meng thought that the Literary and Art Association should send a congratulatory letter.
The news that Lin Chaoyang won the French Renaudeau Literature Prize was disseminated by Xinwen Lianbo and immediately aroused huge repercussions in the cultural circles of Yanjing.
The next morning, "People's Daily" published another article by Xinhua News Agency reporter Nie Ruxin, which recorded in detail the entire process of Lin Chaoyang's award, which attracted the attention of people across the country.
Since the reform and opening up, Chinese people have highly respected Western European and American countries.
The Renaudeau Literature Prize is far less famous than the Nobel Prize for Literature, but it doesn’t matter. Owned media reporters defended Lin Chaoyang. Various popular science articles about the Renaudeau Literature Prize and the French Literature Prize quickly appeared in two or three days. came out.
Among these articles, the Renaudeau Literature Prize seems to be the first prize under the Nobel Prize. After winning this prize, Lin Chaoyang’s path to the Nobel Prize is promising in the future. Of course, there is an element of exaggeration in this.
But readers don’t care about this. They only know that Lin Chaoyang won a very impressive literary award in Europe and is very likely to win the Nobel Prize for Literature in the future. With overwhelming news reports in the media, Lin Chaoyang won the Renaudot Literature Prize. The craze is getting higher and higher.
On November 7, "Literary News" published a congratulatory message from the Chinese Literary and Art Association to Lin Chaoyang for winning the Renaudeau Literature Award: We are pleased to hear that Comrade Xu Lingjun won the 1987 Renaudeau Literature Award, and we would like to express our warm congratulations!
During his many years of literary creation, Comrade Xu Lingjun has sincere feelings for the motherland, maintains close ties with the people, devotes himself to artistic innovation, and has achieved outstanding achievements...
The congratulatory message from the Literary and Art Association was written in a flourishing way, which gave Lin Chaoyang high praise and recognition, and made colleagues in the literary world envious. It is not uncommon in the literary world for the Literary and Art Association to issue a congratulatory message.
When many writers win literary awards, the local literary associations in their hometowns often send congratulatory messages.
However, congratulatory messages from the National Literary and Art Association are rare, and they are still published in the country's top literary and art mouthpieces such as "Literary and Art News".
Especially since the evaluation of this congratulatory message is so high, it would be impossible for ordinary writers to enjoy it if they had not achieved world-renowned awards and achievements.
However, if you think about it, the news of Lin Chaoyang’s award has just appeared in "Xinwen Lianbo" and "People's Daily", so it seems that it is not a big deal for the All-China Federation of Literary and Art Circles to issue a high-level congratulatory message.
The 8th was Sunday, and the West Courtyard of Xiaoliubukou Hutong became lively again, and the level of excitement was much higher than usual.
Lin Chaoyang won an award overseas. Li Tuo, a social butterfly, was the most excited. He contacted everyone for several days and called everyone around him. He planned to hold a big party in Xiaoliubukou Alley to congratulate Lin Chaoyang!
Today, at least thirty writers came to Xiaoliubukou Hutong, almost all the well-known local writers in Yanjing.
Li Tuo couldn't afford to treat a party with so many people, so everyone brought their own food today. They ate, drank, and chatted, and the atmosphere was relaxed and warm.
Because there are too many people, it is naturally impossible for everyone to squeeze together.
Liu Zhenyun, Chen Jiangong, Zhong Acheng and others sat together, chatting each other. "Winning an award in France should be much more difficult than in China, right?" Chen Jiangong asked.
"Aren't you talking nonsense? There are so many writers in our country, how many of them have won foreign literary awards?
If you want to win awards abroad, your works must be published abroad, right? This alone will kill many people!"
When Zhong Acheng talked about it, he admired Lin Chaoyang even more for winning the award in France.
"Alas! When can I win an award? I don't ask for much, and I don't need one from abroad, just the Mao Dun Literature Award." Chen Jiangong's words aroused the ridicule of Zhang Chengzhi, "I see you, there is no hope in this life.
Got it!"
Chen Jiangong was immediately dissatisfied, and the two exchanged some words. Liu Zhenyun said, "Listen!"
"What are you listening to?" Chen Jiangong was stunned for a moment.
"The people over there are talking about Chaoyang's "The Big Era"."
Chen Jiangong listened attentively, and then asked: "What's wrong? What's the problem?"
"It's nothing. I just feel that since the news of Chaoyang's award came back to China, the reputation of "Big Time" has improved!" Listening to Liu Zhenyun's words, several people had strange expressions on their faces. How could they not hear the sarcasm in Liu Zhenyun's words?
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Lin Chaoyang's new work "The Great Era" was released on the National Day. As usual, it immediately became a popular book that readers rushed to buy and read after it was released. It has been a month since its release, but the reputation is not very optimistic.
This kind of reputation is mainly reflected in the literary and critical circles. After reading "The Great Era", many writers and critics generally believe that Lin Chaoyang's new work is substandard. On the contrary, the reader group's recognition of this novel is unexpected
The most intuitive reflection is that the sales volume of "The Great Era" exceeded 600,000 copies in the first month.
However, the recognition of readers is not very helpful to the reputation of the novel, because it is difficult for them to control the right to speak in the media.
Since the publication of "The Great Era", major literary magazines and literary review magazines have successively published some review articles, but the evaluation is not very high. Some writers mentioned "The Great Era" during chats and thought that its content was a bit popular and difficult to publish.
Elegant hall.
But this situation has experienced a strange reversal in recent days. Whenever someone around them discusses "The Big Era", their evaluations are obviously much higher than in the past few days. The reason for this does not need to be revealed directly.
Come out, actually everyone understands.
Snobbery is not immune even in the literary world.
"The tone of "The Great Era" determines that it cannot look as high-end as "The Death of Van Gogh" or "The Death of Van Gogh".
But the core of this novel is actually very ideological and philosophical. Unfortunately, many people care more about the form." Chen Jiangong said. Liu Zhenyun said with a playful expression: "In the eyes of many critics, it is neither realistic nor realistic.
In modern times, people cannot please both ends."
His words made Zhang Chengzhi nod in approval, "Perhaps the biggest problem with "The Great Era" is that it does not meet the reading habits and aesthetic tastes of some elite readers." "It doesn't matter. Look at it now, won't the reputation get better after winning the award?
Well!" Liu Zhenyun said jokingly.
Several people laughed.
While he was talking, a shout suddenly came from outside the yard.
Yu Hua didn't hear clearly at first, but someone was already moving beside him.
When they walked out of the house, they saw Wang Shuo, who had just finished using the toilet, standing at the door of the inner courtyard with his pants pulled up, shouting: "Chaoyang is back! Chaoyang is back!" Everyone immediately ran out of the courtyard in a swarm, and then rushed in.
The east courtyard is like a herd of horses galloping.
Lin Chaoyang had just entered the hospital with his luggage when he was startled by the sudden movement.
He was blocked by reporters at the airport for more than an hour just now, and finally regained his freedom. "Chaoyang! You are back!"
Li Tuo ran ahead, as if Li Kui saw Song Jiang and hugged Lin Chaoyang. A group of people following him also came up and surrounded Lin Chaoyang. "Okay, okay!"
Lin Chaoyang pushed Li Tuo away in disgust. Li Tuo didn't care at all, and said solemnly: "Chaoyang, you have given face to our Chinese writers! You have brought glory to the country!" Under his leadership, everyone looked eager.
Looking at Lin Chaoyang.
It is said that scholars look down on each other, but this is only half true.
When one party's position is too high, there is no such thing as literary contempt; there is only envy, admiration and admiration.
The Renaudeau Literature Prize does not have the influence of the Nobel Prize for Literature, but it is already a level that is difficult for most writers in the country to reach. Therefore, when everyone saw Lin Chaoyang, who had just returned with great honors, they were particularly excited and congratulated him constantly.
"Thank you! Thank you!" Lin Chaoyang expressed his gratitude to everyone with his hands raised. Li Tuo asked again: "Why did you come back?"
"I participated in some activities in Paris." Lin Chaoyang replied to him, and then said: "It's very cold, don't stand in the yard, let's go inside and chat." Everyone swarmed into the main room, asking for
Even if the space at home is large, there is no room for such people.
After putting away his luggage, Lin Chaoyang started chatting with everyone. Everyone was full of curiosity about his experience in France. "The board and lodging are all arranged by the publishing house..."
"The award was received at the Touen restaurant in the 2nd arrondissement of Paris, where the Goncourt Literary Prize was also awarded on the same day...
"Writers you know? Umberto Eco was there on the day of the award. Later I went to a party and met Duras... When Lin Chaoyang was telling his experience in Paris, dozens of people in the room were silent, quiet and
Listening with fascination. As writers, most people present have a certain attachment to France or Paris.
Hugo, Alexandre Dumas, Little Dumas, Balzac, Flaubert, Gide... countless French literary giants are like stars shining in the sky. It is impossible for any young man who is interested in literature not to have read them.
The works of these people.
It is precisely because of the existence of these literary giants that France and Paris have unique influence among Chinese writers.
The literary giants have long since passed away, and Lin Chaoyang will definitely have no chance to contact them. When people asked him which writers he had met in France, he could only pick a few that he had met, and named them among the more well-known contemporary ones.
Even so, it was enough to amaze everyone. "Chaoyang is really going great this time!"
Zheng Wanlong's tone was full of envy, and he wished he could take his place.
Li Tuo said: "Look at what you said, what do you mean Chaoyang has gone? Chaoyang is also the winner of the Renaudeau Literature Prize. In the future, he will be an internationally renowned writer, no worse than Duras and others."
"That's right, you're trying to boost other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige!" Everyone denounced Zheng Wanlong, and he quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.
"Mistakes!"
After a few quarrels, everyone went on to inquire about Lin Chaoyang. They heard that he had been interviewed by the "Paris Review" in Paris. Li Tuo and Zhang Chengzhi were surprised. Most of the people present did not react at all.
So surprised, everyone was puzzled
In this era, domestic information was underdeveloped, and the speed of introducing foreign literary works was measured in years. Although there has been a lot of liberalization in recent years, it is still closed in comparison.
Literary journals are even less likely to be introduced due to timeliness and policy reasons.
Except for some people who are at the forefront of literary research or who understand foreign languages ​​and have access to foreign language journals, the vast majority of writers have no access to foreign literary magazines. Many people have zero understanding of most foreign literary magazines.
Zhang Chengzhi gave everyone a scientific introduction to the status of "The Paris Review" in European and American countries, and finally concluded:
"To use a domestic publication as an analogy, it would probably be at the level of Harvest, but it has readers all over Europe and the United States. After hearing his metaphor, everyone understood it at once.
Zhang Chengzhi added: "Their interview column is very famous, and they interview writers of the same level as Hemingway, Henry Miller, Marquez, and Huxley."
"Ouch~"
Everyone was immediately shocked and couldn't help but exclaim in exclamation.
No, bro, you just went abroad and won an award, how come your level is so high all of a sudden?
Everyone felt as if an auspicious cloud had risen beneath Lin Chaoyang's feet and floated into the air, with light shining behind him.
Facing the exaggerated looks in everyone's eyes, Lin Chaoyang quickly waved his hands and said, "It's not that exaggerated. They also interviewed less famous writers. Besides, the publishing house helped me to be interviewed."
Hearing what he said, Chen Jiangong curiously asked about the origin of the publishing house.
Lin Chaoyang introduced Gallimard Publishing House that everyone didn't know much about. When he mentioned "Seven Star Library", everyone exclaimed again.
In 1931, a young independent publisher, Jacques Schiffrin, founded the "Seven Stars" publishing house in Paris and launched the "Seven Stars Library" series. The name was taken from seven publishers represented by Pierre de Ronsard.
The "Seven Stars Poetry Society" formed by French humanist poets in the 16th century.
After its launch, Qixing Library has released works by famous writers such as Baudelaire, Racine, and Stendhal, which have been widely praised by the literary world.
However, in 1933, due to the financial difficulties of Seven Stars Publishing House, at the suggestion of French writer Gide, Gallimard Publishing House incorporated Seven Stars Library under its banner, and continued to publish this series of books in accordance with Schifrin's principles.
Until now, Qixing Library has a history of more than 50 years and has published nearly a thousand volumes of books, covering the works of about 200 important writers in the world.
The editorial department of Qixing Library is extremely strict in selecting writers for inclusion, which results in every writer whose works can be included in it being regarded as a literary hero of the country.
For example, when Duan Musong from France received a call from the editor of Qixing Library stating that his work would be included in Qixing Library, he exclaimed with joy: Being selected into Qixing Library is comparable to a Nobel Prize for Literature.
Another example is Céline, who wrote "The Long Night". He had an unruly personality and suffered ideological persecution throughout his life, but he never bowed his head. He is known as the loneliest writer in the French literary world.
During his lifetime, he repeatedly wrote letters asking the editorial office to include his works in the series, but was rejected. It was not until after his death that his works were included in the Seven Stars Library.
Among the nearly one thousand volumes of literary works collected by Qixing Library, there are also traces of Chinese works, including "Water Margin", "Laozi", "Zhuangzi", "Liezi", "A Dream of Red Mansions" and "Jin Ping Mei".
After the repeated shocks, everyone began to feel a little numb.
So when they heard that Wang Meng, on behalf of the Cultural Association, went to the Capital Airport to welcome Lin Chaoyang back to China with great honors, they had no emotion at all. "If there is anything you haven't said yet, say it quickly." Chen Jiangong asked Lin Chaoyang.
"No, I've already talked about getting off the plane back home, what else can I do?"
In fact, Lin Chaoyang really didn't say something. He met a writer named Milan Kundera at a party held by Gallimard Publishing House.
Unfortunately, Milan Kundera was not well-known in China at this time. His works had been introduced to China more than ten years ago, but they were all in the name of "internal reference" and few people knew about them.
Everyone gathered around Lin Chaoyang and listened to the liveliness, surprise, joy, shock...all kinds of emotions. It was a worthwhile trip. Everyone was planning to leave, but Li Tuo suddenly remembered something thing.
"Chaoyang, where is your certificate?"
"There's no certificate of merit, just announce it verbally." Lin Chaoyang said.
After all, the Goncourt Literary Prize has a bonus of 50 francs. Lin Chaoyang went to receive the award, but there was no bonus, certificate, or trophy. Unless the publishing house was responsible for his food and accommodation, he had to take care of himself.
When everyone thought of this, they immediately felt a lot more relaxed. A group of people came and left in droves.
The originally noisy home suddenly became quiet.
After staying abroad for a week and experiencing a long-distance flight, I got off the plane and interviewed and chatted again. Now that everyone is gone, Lin Chaoyang can finally lie down in bed and have a good sleep.
He slept for more than ten hours and didn't wake up until about four o'clock the next morning.
I got up and tidied up, but it wasn’t even five o’clock yet and it was still dark outside.
He waited until 5:30 and ran to the street. The breakfast shop had just opened.
"A bowl of fried liver and two steamed buns with pork and green onions."
Chapter completed!