1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 446 "Is this Jiang Xian kid not a human being?"

As Zhou Li said, the novel "You Have No Choice" almost dominated the space in literary magazines during this period.

This novel, which was published on the front pages of both People's Literature and People's Digest with superb treatment, has already caused thousands of waves and ripples in the literary world.

Discussions about this novel can be found in any newspaper or magazine related to literature.

However, it is different from the popularity among students such as Su Tong and Ye Xiaoxiang.

Most of the literary reviews published in newspapers and magazines are critical voices.

Even the authoritative newspaper in the literary and art circles, Wen Yi Bao, published several critical articles on You Have No Choice.

Capital city, west courtyard of Wanshou Temple.

"Is this the suitcase?"

Jiang Xian took over an old red suitcase. The surface of the suitcase was already mottled, but one could vaguely see the words "Zhu Ziqing's suitcase arrived at Tsinghua University in Beijing" written in Gong Kai's calligraphy.

"This is one of my father's trunks."

The middle-aged man said politely: "It's useless to keep it at home, why not donate it to the Literature Museum for preservation."

"Thank you, Comrade Zhu Qiaosen, for your help to the Literature Museum." Jiang Xian shook hands with the other party enthusiastically.

The identity of Zhu Qiaosen is not simple. He is the third son of Zhu Ziqing and a descendant of a scholarly family.

Today he holds a high position in the academic world. In ancient times, his official position is equivalent to that of a prince's teacher, because he once taught someone's grandson.

"I should thank you,"

Zhu Qiaosen is not arrogant.

In addition to the suitcase, Zhu Qiaosen also took out a pair of round glasses with black rims.

"This is."

"These are my father's glasses."

"Yo."

Jiang Xian held the glasses that Zhu Ziqing had worn, feeling quite sad.

For a person who wears glasses, glasses are almost the closest thing to him that will accompany him the longest.

Therefore, although he was unable to meet this literary giant directly, by touching the traces he left behind, Jiang Xian seemed to have met Zhu Ziqing across time and space.

"Ugh"

He was so excited at the sight of the prey that he wanted to steal the glasses and take them home as a collection.

Of course, this thought only flashed through my mind.

Jiang Xian knew what was going on.

After accepting Zhu Qiaosen's donation, Jiang Xian and Yang Li began to prepare for the opening ceremony of the Literature Museum. This event was originally planned to be carried out in March, but due to the progress of the project, it had to be postponed to now.

In the afternoon, Zhu Wei came over and toured the Literature Museum. He took out a newspaper and said, "Editor-in-chief, you are busy preparing for the Literature Museum and may not have time to take care of other things. Recently, the novel "You Have No Choice" has caused a great response in the literary world. There is an article here for you to take a look."

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Jiang Xian took a look and immediately saw a comment titled "You Have No Choice" on it.

It was expected to receive some commentary.

Jiang Xian took the newspaper and read the article carefully. The article was written by a conservative realist writer.

In this article, he proposed that the characters portrayed in "You Have No Choice" are a group of cynical and bizarrely problematic young people in the music conservatory.

His comments on these characters were: spiritual aristocrats who were sick from overeating and detached from the masses.

Finally, it is pointed out that the novel is full of black humor, meaningless and absurd.

Jiang Xian was not surprised by such evaluation, because "You Have No Choice" was destined to be a novel that would have an impact on the old style and would inevitably cause conflicts with conservatives.

"Old Zhu, don't worry too much." Jiang Xian returned the newspaper to Zhu Wei with a relaxed look on his face, and changed the subject and asked:

"How is the circulation of the fourth issue now?"

“Exceptionally good.”

When Zhu Wei said this, his expression became interesting again. "It's only been less than a month since the publication, and the circulation is about to break one million. It's better than our previous sales. Editor-in-chief, with such a good circulation, is there really no hope that we can continue to publish?"

"This suspension is also a test for us. Don't worry, the difficulties are temporary. I will find a way."

Jiang Xian threw a big pie to Zhu Wei to stabilize the morale of the troops.

The suspension of publication can be regarded as a counterattack by the Writers Association against Jiang Xian and Wang Meng.

With Jiang Xian and Wang Meng's current strength, they are unable to withstand this counterattack, but of course, they cannot be completely without a solution.

So Jiang Xian took out the song "You Have No Choice" which he had prepared for a long time.

Matters in the literary world should be resolved through literary means.

Anyone can see from this powerful novel that Jiang Xian is raising the flag and setting up the stage.

To put it simply, no one should plot anything in secret now.

The text conveys the truth!

Since you think our path is "wrong", let us bring out this extremely "wrong" article "You Have No Choice" and let the entire literary community discuss who is right and who is wrong.

"Where is the thing I asked you to write?" Zhu Lin hugged Jiang Niannian and reached out to Zhu Hong as soon as she saw her.

"I wrote it."

Zhu Hong looked helpless and took out a manuscript from her bag. "What do you think of it?"

"Niannian, follow your aunt first."

Zhu Lin handed the little Majesty in her arms to Zhu Hong, then turned around and held Zhu Hong's article and began to read it carefully.

She has always loved literature, and has read a lot of criticism of the novel "You Have No Choice" in newspapers recently.

In Zhu Lin's opinion, these articles have gone beyond the scope of criticism and are pure slander.

Some people say that "You Have No Choice" is the literature of the "Beat Generation" and that the whole book is a carnival of form and nihilism of value.

To say that there are misunderstandings in novel writing is a poor imitation of Western literary trends, using some musical terms to create a sleight of hand to cover up the confusion in narrative logic.

The fact that such a novel can be published is enough to show that realism is suffering.

Some even claimed that the novel's biased value orientation might mislead young people and should be banned immediately.

This made Zhu Lin very angry.

"Nonsense!"

"Take it out of context!"

"Big hat!"

The girls in Beijing are always bold in love and hate. Zhu Lin wants to tear the mouth of the person who said such things into pieces.

Of course, seeing Jiang Xian being criticized so severely, Zhu Lin also became anxious. She wanted to write an article to fight back, but she was not someone who delved into literature.

So he had to find his sister who was studying Chinese at Peking University and give her this difficult task.

At this moment, Zhu Lin read Zhu Hong's article in its entirety and immediately expressed the dissatisfaction of Party A's father:

"I feel like the writing is still a little off-putting and lacks aggression."

Zhu Hong scratched her head. "Sister, I'm writing a literary review, not a curse word. Why do I have to be so aggressive?"

"What are you two talking about?"

Jiang Xian, who had just returned home, asked questions to the two sisters who were plotting.

"Harm, it's okay."

Zhu Lin knew that Jiang Xian was busy with the opening ceremony of the Literature Museum recently and didn't want to be disturbed by such things.

"Zhu Hong wrote an article. I'll help her take a look."

"Is it?"

Jiang Xian came over and asked, "Would you like me to take a look?"

"No need. You're so busy. You might as well take a rest." Zhu Lin helped him take off his coat and considerately put it on the hanger.

Zhu Hong felt a little jealous when she saw this. Am I so free?
I'm busy preparing for graduation, but you're urging me to write this article.

Am I your sister or your maid?

On the other side, Jiang Xian glanced at the manuscript and roughly understood what the article was about.

Knowing what his wife was thinking, he smiled and said nothing more.

He is certainly aware that "You Have No Choice" is now in a criticized position in the literary criticism circle.

But Jiang Xian is not pessimistic, because history has once proved the significance of the novel "You Have No Choice" to literature.

The excellence of this novel is witnessed by all readers. Can we stop the overwhelming praise by covering the readers' mouths?
You can cover it up for a while, but you can't cover it up forever.

1985 4 Month 24 Day.

On this day, the Wanshou Temple in the western suburbs of Beijing, which had been silent for a long time, finally became lively again.

Because today, the opening ceremony of the Literature Museum will be officially held here.

The ceremony was held in the small auditorium of the Great Compassion Altar. In Jiang Xian's opinion, this place must be extremely simple and the conditions in all aspects could not compare to those in later times.

But today, this place is really bright and beautiful.

Because the stars are shining.

As a grand event for the entire literary world, almost everyone in the literary world came to attend.

Ba Jin rushed to the capital from Shanghai.

In addition to him, there were Xia Yan, Sha Ting, Sheng Cheng, Zhou Erfu, Tang Tao, Lin Mohan, Luo Binji, Feng Mu, Xu Chi, Lin Lin, Wang Meng and other leaders from various fields, totaling more than 200 people.

Almost all the important media in Beijing were there.

The lights in the reception room were flickering, and Jiang Xian and Ba Jin were surrounded by cameramen.

"Make way, make way."

Someone shouted and made way for a path, and an old man with a hunched back came towards Jiang Xian with support.

Jiang Xian caught a glimpse of him, hurried over and shook hands respectfully.

"You're here!"

The old man smiled, and the person next to him introduced him:

"This is Comrade Jiang Xian."

"What a talented person."

The old man looked him up and down. "I've read a lot of your works since I got out. I recently heard about the Literature Museum. I didn't know that you were the director. Please forgive me."

"You're welcome."

Jiang Xian laughed awkwardly.

At the same time, the old man's appearance became a small climax of the ceremony, and reporters pointed their cameras at him and filmed him for a while.

Because the old man's name is Hu Feng.

Since he was released from prison, he has rarely appeared in public. However, this time, he actually appeared at the opening ceremony of the Museum of Literature, which was shocking.

"Let me show you around." Yang Li, wearing a Zhongshan suit, led a group of people to visit the Literature Museum.

"Everyone, pay attention to the door handle." Yang Li reminded.

Everyone looked towards the door and discovered that the so-called "door handles" were actually two copper castings in the shape of palms.

"This handle is the idea of ​​comrade Jiang Xian. We made a plaster mold of the hand shapes of comrades Mao Dun and Ba Jin, and then designed it into a rectangular copper casting. Pushing the door handle with the handprints of the two comrades to enter the door is like a contact with literary giants."

Everyone was amazed and looked at the door handle, and found that even the lines on the palm were clearly visible on it.

“This design is interesting.”

“It’s quite an ingenious idea.”

"Comrade Jiang Xian is not only good at writing, but also very imaginative in design."

A group of people exclaimed in admiration.

But there were also a few people who did not say anything.

They are all senior members of the Writers Association, and have been suffering from the insulting letters from readers in recent days.

The originator of these letters was Jiang Xian.

Because of his article "You Have No Choice", the Writers Association was criticized.

After looking at the door handle, I visited the library, newspaper and magazine library, archives, manuscript and photo library, photography room, and copy room.
"For the literary materials donated by the writers in bulk, we have established a library named after them."

Jiang Xian introduced, "This is the Lu Xun Collection, this is the Guo Moruo Collection, and this is the Mao Dun Collection."

He introduced them one by one, from writers like Lu, Guo, Mao, Ba, Lao Cao to Guang Weiran and Liu Baiyu.

The size of the library varies due to differences in material and literary status.

He Jingzhi couldn't hide his excitement and searched around for his own library, but couldn't find it no matter how hard he tried.

I caught another glimpse of a small hut. The door was in a mess and there were even a few wild dogs coming in and out.

He Jingzhi's eyebrows jumped.

This Jiang Xian kid, can't he...
He took a quick look over there and realized that he had overthought. The shabby house was still empty and it was not his library.

"The library is still under construction and will be more complete in the future," Jiang Xian added.

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He Jingzhi's face suddenly changed and he became terrified.

Whether or not I have my own library in the future, won’t it be up to this guy to decide?

this.
They have always been at odds.

He also played a major role behind the closure of People's Digest.

He Jingzhi glanced at the people around him again and found that their faces also looked a little more serious.

Looking at Jiang Xian again, He Jingzhi suddenly found this guy a little tricky.

In ancient times, there was a kind of official position. Although its status was not high, even the emperor did not dare to offend it easily. That was the historian.

At this moment, Jiang Xian also looked somewhat like a historian.

None of these writers can ignore their reputation after death.

And the power to decide their posthumous reputation fell into Jiang Xian's hands.

The ceremony began soon and Ba Jin went on stage to speak first.

"I am very happy to be here today because today is the official opening day of the China Modern Literature Museum, which is indeed a great thing. A country like ours with a population of one billion should have such a literature museum, at least one. Now it is established, which is a very good thing. Although it is small in scale, it will grow from small to large from now on."

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"I believe that modern Chinese literature is a powerful force, and the existence and development of the Literature Museum will prove this fact. I am sick and old, and I don't have many days left to work, but as long as I am still alive, I am willing to contribute to the development of the Literature Museum. I think this Literature Museum is a collective undertaking, so everyone has a role to play. I also hope that everyone will contribute to make this Literature Museum better. In the future, we will have not only one, but also two or three branches in major provinces and cities. With such development, I believe this prospect will be realized."

After Ba Jin finished his speech, Qiao Mu went up to speak, representing his superiors.

Finally it was Jiang Xian's turn.

As the first director and the earliest organizer of the Literature Museum, there were three opportunities for speaking, and the third one was naturally given to him.

He sat in his seat, surrounded by a group of bigwigs, and spoke into the microphone:

"To all the seniors and fellow writers who are here today, I feel very excited and honored to be here."

"The fact that this museum was established and opened today should undoubtedly be attributed first to the initiative and strong support of Comrade Ba Jin, a great master of the older generation of Chinese modern literature whom we all respect."

“Without his initiative and practical support, the establishment of the Literary Archive would not have been possible.”

Jiang Xian said a few opening remarks and then went on to talk about something deeper.

"I believe that modern Chinese literature is a powerful force. In my new novel, You Have No Choice, I wrote this passage:"

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(End of this chapter)