"Wang Yu, let's go have a meal."
"You go ahead, I'll be out in a moment."
In the editorial office of "Harvest", Wang Yu buried her head in her workstation and was sifting through manuscripts from a pile of letters.
Wang Yu has been at the magazine for half a year, and the work he has done in the past six months is completely different from what he imagined before he came. Before he came to the magazine, all he could think about was all the good stories between editors and writers, and imagined that he would also
Like those well-known editors, you can achieve mutual success with writers.
But after arriving, I discovered that his daily job, in addition to reviewing those messy manuscripts, was to help others proofread their manuscripts.
Well-known writers have contacts with other editors, and writing manuscripts has nothing to do with him. He can't find good writers when asking for manuscripts. He comes and goes, and others naturally let him do odd jobs.
Later, he didn't give up, so he went through the magazine's past information, screened out some potential writers, and then put aside his dignity and wrote a letter to invite manuscripts.
Most of the letters were ignored, and others were either rejected or the submitted manuscripts were not satisfactory.
But he never gave up. If he didn't reply to one letter, he would write two letters. If he didn't reply to two letters, he would write three letters. He believed that his efforts would pay off sooner or later.
In fact, it is somewhat rewarding.
The next issue of the magazine will contain a manuscript that he independently commissioned. The quality is acceptable and the editor-in-chief adopted it.
This also gave Wang Yu a little confidence that he was on the right path.
After flipping through it for a while, he found a thicker letter. The envelope said the sender was Yu Dong.
Yu Dong...Wang Yu had some impression that she had written two letters of invitation to him. The last one should have been more than a week ago.
Thinking of this, Wang Yu's interest in the letter dropped a bit.
Think about it, I just sent the letter more than a week ago, and now the reply has come. I am afraid that the time in between is only enough for the letter to be returned. How can the other party have time to write?
From this point of view, it is either a saved manuscript or a perfunctory work.
Needless to say, there is definitely no hope for the latter. As for the former, I am afraid there is not much hope, because generally the manuscripts of non-famous writers like this have been screened by other magazines.
Of course, it is also possible that the other party has just finished writing an article and just happened to catch up with me to write the letter, but this possibility is really slim.
With a casual look in mind, Wang Yu opened the envelope.
After seeing the title of the work "Death of a Widow", Wang Yu's expectations were lowered. In the past few years, domestic newspapers and periodicals often appear in articles about the death of someone, as if adding "death" can
It triggers a reader effect and sells well.
If you are some news editors, you may still be interested when you see such a title of work, but for "Harvest", this name is somewhat out of date.
But after he read the novel in one sitting, he realized that his low opinion of the title was entirely his prejudice.
"Death of a Widow" is definitely a masterpiece. Let's not talk about its structural setting within a nest. Just talk about the complete narrative technique and the large number of repeated narrations used in the novel embedded in it, which makes people's eyes shine.
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The second is the collision between sets and sets, realism and new historicism, which is equally exciting.
This is not a completely innovative work, let alone very experimental, but it still finds a new way and uses narrative techniques to the extreme.
Putting aside narrative devices, this novel uses a unique perspective to show the local rural culture and even the style of the entire Chinese society at that time in a limited space, and depicts the tragic fate of small people in a special period.
Of course, Li Xuelian's tragic fate cannot be entirely attributed to the social environment. The most important thing is the deep evil of human nature.
The final scene of criticizing Li Xuelian left the deepest impression on Wang Yu.
Everyone in the village knew that Li Xuelian was not a so-called "slut", especially the men. They knew it better than anyone else, because many of them had tried to have some unspeakable relationship with Li Xuelian, but none of them succeeded.
I know that Li Xuelian is a strong woman.
But they all invariably launched the most vicious insults at her, and even physically tortured her.
Because only by proving that Li Xuelian is a slut can they justifiably deceive others and themselves: It’s not that we are bad, it’s that she seduced us.
It seems that it is precisely Li Xuelian who is so strong that she is treated like this.
The women also knew that Li Xuelian was not a slut, and they knew even more about their men's frivolous nature, but they did not let Li Xuelian go, because they believed from the bottom up that it was Li Xuelian's fault that their men were greedy for Li Xuelian's body.
In addition, the abuses of the women are also mixed with jealousy. They hope that they will be liked by all the men in the village like Li Xuelian, but they do not want a woman like Li Xuelian in the village instead of themselves.
Wang Yu rubbed his eyes. Surprise, surprise...all kinds of emotions came to his heart, and he was even moved by himself.
Look, my efforts were not in vain.
"Wang Yu, haven't you ever gone down to eat?"
The colleagues who had just gone out for dinner had come back. They saw Wang Yu still at her work station and were a little curious.
Have a meal?
What else to eat?
Wang Yu ran directly into the editor's office holding the manuscript.
Unfortunately, the editor-in-chief is not here.
He turned back to the deputy editor's office.
Fortunately, the deputy editor is here.
Because of her excitement, Wang Yu walked in without even knocking on the door.
Deputy Programmer Yongxing was just about to light a cigarette when he saw Wang Yu running in excitedly.
"Editor Cheng, I found a good manuscript."
Cheng Yongxing pulled the cigarette from his lips and put it back into the cigarette case.
Seeing Wang Yu's excited expression, Cheng Yongxing sighed silently. Wang Yu was thinking crazy about the manuscript and was so rude.
Maybe he really found a good manuscript, but did they encounter too few good manuscripts in "Harvest"?
"Let's take a look."
Wang Yu stepped forward and handed the manuscript to Cheng Yongxing: "This is definitely the best manuscript in recent times. Editor-in-Chief, please believe me."
"Well, let me take a look first." Cheng Yongxing took the manuscript and first noticed the strong and powerful handwriting on the paper. He couldn't help but praise: "The writing is good."
Wang Yu stood aside and wanted to say that although the words were good and the content was better, he still did not say anything.
Cheng Yongxing reads manuscripts very quickly, which he has honed over many years of editing work.
After reading it, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out the cigarette that he had not lit just now, lit it, and slowly took a puff.
Wang Yu is not exaggerating. This novel is indeed a rare masterpiece. But again, the editor of "Harvest" has read all good articles, and this one is not shocking.
But Cheng Yongxing can understand Wang Yu. This guy has been depressed for too long recently. He finally received a good manuscript, so he was naturally excited.
Seeing Wang Yu waiting for his reply with glaring eyes, he smiled and said: "It's pretty good. You can contact the author to submit the manuscript."
"Okay." Wang Yu almost jumped up when he received the reply, but he didn't waste any time and ran to reply immediately without even taking the manuscript.
Chapter completed!