Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 85: Xiu Zen Temple Beheading Buddha 2
When I came out of Yumotokan Hotel after breakfast, many literati were already standing at the door.

They discussed in low voices what had happened recently in the literary world.

The work of a certain writer has been published again, and the article of so-and-so has been targeted by the Ministry of Education.

Under the rule of class literature, Japanese literature has long become somewhat morbid and deformed.

Authors are no longer concerned with the power of words themselves, but are increasingly concerned with the social impact their articles can bring to them.

An article titled "Rakumeikan" forced the government to carry out counter-reforms, and "Infinitely Transparent Blue" made the Japanese government pay attention to youth education.

Past achievements allowed this group of literati to get together and brag about them, and the recent commotion caused by the Xinchao Society was of course also within the scope of discussion.

"I have told my students to temporarily stop buying Xinchao. Although this literary magazine has a high historical status, it is becoming increasingly difficult for it to produce high-quality works."

Similar words can be heard often.

Taro Ono didn't know that one of his interviews had displeased the Japanese literary world, and then, under the leadership of several authoritative writers, they boycotted the new wave in January.

Longchuan Che sighed. He knew that if the editor acted too aggressively, he would end up in trouble.

He no longer targets his sales to these radical literati.

I just hope that the bigger the publication of Snow Country is, the more social attention it will receive, and it will attract more young people who are not influenced by class literature.

Is class literature good?

Longchuan Che thought it was pretty good.

It was born out of suffering and was originally a powerful tool for the masses to supervise the government and reflect ill social phenomena.

But now this knife is going to stab myself.

Who can bear this.

"Are you OK?"

When Takeda Takako saw that Ryukawa Toru's essay was rejected by Kaga Yufu, she felt something was wrong.

Boys are writers too.

But at the door of this hot spring hotel where no one knew him, he stood coldly by and watched them casually criticize his novel.

It was an unpublished novel, which was suppressed by them simply because it contradicted the mainstream school of thought.

"Shouldn't you ask your dear sister?"

Longchuan Che glanced at Takeda Takako coldly, and the woman opened her mouth with some grievance.

This matter would not have reached this point today without the instigation of Takeda Maki.

The woman probably just wanted to guide public opinion at the beginning, but she must be happy to see that no one in the literary world is buying into her ideas today.

"Why are you being mean to me? If you have the guts, go find her yourself."

The woman hummed and moaned in a somewhat unhappy manner.

"Will do."

Longchuan Che glanced at his wife indifferently.

He is a very petty person. When he was a child, if he was bitten by a dog, he would chase the dog and fight back, let alone this kind of deliberate targeting.

The literati's trip to Izu seemed to have a fixed itinerary.

One day is spent visiting the statues of Guan and Agong, and the next day is spent visiting the literati poetry steles on the island.

The itinerary was not full and was somewhat loose.

Longchuan Che has hardly gone out for two days and has been waiting for something in the house.

"You came to Izu just to sit in your room and daydream?"

On the morning of the 11th, Ryukawa Toru was resting in the hotel as usual, and Takeda Takako's dissatisfied voice came to his ears.

Two days, it’s been two days.

Originally thought that a lot of things would happen on this hot spring trip, Ryukawa Toru spent most of the time staring at the newly written manuscript.

Mrs. Takeda has read that manuscript.

It tells the story of a monk from Mizoguchi.

Mrs. Takeda only read a little bit and then stopped because many of the words in it made her uncomfortable. "Why are the intestines flowing out so miserable? Why do people get so scared and close their eyes when they see the inside of the human body? Why does the blood flowing out shock people? Why are the internal organs of the human body so ugly? Isn't it exactly the same as the soft and smooth skin?"

"My mother's tanned face revealed a pair of cunning and sunken eyes. Only her lips were rosy, like another creature, with two rows of big, hard teeth like those of a country girl. If she were a city woman of her age, she wouldn't look ugly if she put on more makeup. But my mother's face seemed to be made as ugly as possible, and there was always a hidden sexiness. I was keenly aware of this and hated it very much."

There are many similar words and phrases. Ryukawa Tetsu uses some very violent words to describe human nature.

Mrs. Takeda felt she could see herself in the book.

She also turned into that ugly monk.

She didn't like it, so she chose not to watch it.

"If you want to go out and play, go ahead."

Longchuan Che put away the white manuscript paper.

This book, "The Golden Pavilion", is known as a work of extreme violent aesthetics, in which the ugliness of human nature is vividly reflected.

The darkness of human nature and the oppressive atmosphere in the society under the military government.

This book fits in with current mainstream literature.

Whether it is to guide people to reflect on good and evil, or to warn against the disasters of the times.

"You are very suitable for them to see."

Ryukawa Toru was smiling happily at the book, and Takeda Takako felt that he was like a dark villain on TV.

"How about going out for a walk?"

Mrs. Takeda held the other person's hand with a pitiful look on her face.

The other person spends the whole day in the room eating and sleeping.

While getting enough rest, you can occasionally polish your wife's rhetoric.

"Is this guy not good enough?"

Mrs. Takeda touched the boy's face with a strange look in her eyes.

"What's today's date?"

Longchuan Che looked at the weather outside. The sky was gloomy today and it looked like it was going to snow.

The Writers Guild's author tour has been going on since the 4th.

The closed selection process for the Akutagawa Prize will begin in two days, and today I must go find the chief judge who has not arrived yet.

Not everyone can be a judge for the Akutagawa Prize.

As the highest literary event of the year, fifty works are selected from all the works published last year in January, and then it will be closed from January 1th to the end of the month.

The highest laurel of literature will be born here. Most of the people who come to travel this time either participate in the selection of the Akutagawa Prize or are judges of the Akutagawa Prize.

The people with the highest literary attainments in Japan are all here. Ryukawa Toru nodded and prepared to go out with his wife.

"Wait, I'm going to put on my makeup."

The woman was very excited about going out together, and Longchuan Che was a little annoyed and got up to open the window to let in some fresh air.

The cold wind blowing from the north invaded the land little by little.

You can see Atami from Yumotokan, with heavy snow floating on the sea.

“It’s actually snowing?”

Longchuan Che was stunned. This should be the new snow this year. He didn't know how many layers it would cover.

I was staring at the calm sea in a daze when the phone suddenly rang.

Taro Ono was happily reporting on the sales of "Snow Country", and Toru Ryukawa was a little surprised but not too excited.

The sea surface was roaring. When Long Chuan Che turned around, he saw that the door was opened and a somewhat familiar woman was standing at the door.

"Sister? Why are you here?"

Mrs. Takeda, who was putting on makeup, looked like a rabbit and hid behind Ryukawa Toru in a flash.

(End of this chapter)