By Jing Wang, Eva Shan Chou
Jing Wang has chosen provocative examples of this new university of writing, which won prominence within the past due Eighties. Contradicting many long-cherished ideals approximately chinese language writers—including the alleged culture of writing as a political act opposed to authoritarianism—these tales make a dramatic holiday from conventions of contemporary chinese language literature by means of demonstrating an irreverence towards background and tradition and by way of celebrating the artificiality of storytelling. Enriched by means of the paintings of a distinct team of translators, this assortment offers a classy adventure that can have outraged many revolutionary-minded readers in China, yet one who additionally occupies a major position within the canon of chinese language literature. China’s Avant-Garde Fiction brings jointly a bunch of outstanding writers (including Raise the pink Lantern writer Su Tong) to the eye of an English-speaking audience.
This booklet might be loved by means of these drawn to chinese language literature, tradition, and society—particularly readers of up to date fiction.
Contributors. Bei Cun, Can Xue, Gei Fei, Ma Yuan, Su Tong, sunlight Ganlu, Yu Hua
Translators. Eva Shan Chou, Michael S. Duke, Howard Goldblatt, Ronald R. Janssen, Andrew F. Jones, Denis C. Mair, Victor H. Mair, Caroline Mason, Beatrice Spade, Kristina M. Torgeson, Jian Zhang, Zhu Hong
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