Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 804 Chapter 803 "Female Personalized Writing"

It was a month later that Fang Minghua saw this novel.

According to the judging rules of this online literature competition, several screenwriters from the Rongshuxia website will first conduct a preliminary screening of the submissions, and then send them in batches to the mailboxes of each judge via email for review by the judges.

November 11st is the deadline for submission of works. All judges will gather in Shanghai in mid-December for discussions, and finally a number of winning works will be determined and awarded.

It is now the end of October and Xijing has entered deep autumn. Today is a weekend evening and Fang Minghua and others have made an appointment to play cards at Lu Yao's house today.

Lu Yao's wife Linda has retired from the Xi'an Film Studio. Although the Xi'an Film Studio has now been acquired by Shengshi Film and Television, as a retired employee, they are not like some state-owned enterprises that have no place to collect their pensions after bankruptcy.

Shengshi Film and Television still pays her pension in full in accordance with relevant national policies, which makes her very satisfied.

Lu Yao's daughter Lu Yuan was admitted to Yenching University of Technology and Business last year. She studies graphic design and is usually at school.

Lu Yao and his wife are the only ones at home and they have a lot of free time, but it feels lonely after a long time, so Linda still welcomes people to come to her house to play on weekends.

Fang Minghua, Lu Yao, Jia Pingwa and Bai Miao were ready to fight and chatting. Except for Fang Minghua, the other three were smoking.

"Hey, Minghua, have you read the submission "The Little Restaurant in the Age of Sexy"? " Jia Pingwa asked while playing cards with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I've read it. It's quite similar to the style of your novel Wasted City." Fang Minghua replied with a smile.

"Haha, it's quite interesting." Jia Pingwa replied.

When Bai Miao heard that someone had written a novel that was somewhat similar to "Wasted City", he immediately became interested.

"You're soliciting submissions for online literature? Can I take a look?"

"Playing cards." Jia Pingwa reminded.

"Who told you to mention this and attract my attention? No, no, I have to take a look, otherwise I won't be able to play cards in peace." Bai Miao said.

"Okay." Jia Pingwa had no choice but to say, "Let's finish this one."

"Row!"

Bai Miao said as he uncovered a card and looked into the "pot".

"Thirty thousand!"

"Bullshit!"

Lu Yao, who had been silent just now, pushed the sign in front of the door.

"30,000!"

"Damn it! Bai Miao, there's not even a single 30,000 in the pot, and you still threw it in! Are you doing it on purpose?!" Jia Pingwa was very dissatisfied.

"Look at what you said. I have already stopped bidding. What's the use of holding a lonely 30,000 in my hand? Well, hurry up and read the novel." After saying that, Bai Miao pushed his cards away and urged Jia Pingwa.

"Okay, okay, after reading this, you should play it carefully, so as not to always be the gunner! Lu Yao, use your computer."

Several people moved to Lu Yao's study, turned on the computer, and Jia Pingwa logged into the 163 email account he had recently registered and found the novel titled "The Little Restaurant in the Age of Sexy". Naturally, there was no author's name, only the number given by the website.

Lu Yao also felt curious, and he and Bai Miao got together to look at it carefully.

The novel was not long, only about 5,000 words, and the two of them finished reading it quickly, and then returned to the card table, where Bai Miao began to comment. "This novel is indeed a bit like the style of Wasted City, with food and sex prominently listed, highly recognizable and vividly memorable, but the author's writing is not good, the characters are not fully developed and cannot be fully described, and the writing is too childish."

"Nonsense." Jia Pingwa said bluntly, "These are basically written by amateur authors. How can they compare with the manuscripts of the World Chinese Literature Award? I think Minghua is still good. What do you think?"

Fang Minghua also nodded. "Pingwa is right. We should not set too high a standard. To be honest, this article cannot be compared with novels written by famous writers, or even novels written by ordinary writers published in Yanhe. But she has her own advantages."

"What advantage?"

"Its advantage lies in the fact that it has created online rhetoric that stimulates people's curiosity based on the training of traditional literary classics and careful observation of human relationships. The author of this novel has a deep understanding of public psychology and has a natural ability to create topics. It can be said that he has successfully won over the audience."

Fang Minghua's words were somewhat fresh, and the others savored them carefully.

"I think the author of this novel is probably a woman." Lu Yao suddenly said.

“How come you see?”

The three looked at him.

"The novel is a bit crude due to its length, but the subject matter is very individual, and the psychological description is very delicate. Female writers who have emerged in recent years, such as Lin Bai and Chen Ran, all have this feature, and people call it "female personalized writing," Lu Yao said.

Everyone here is familiar with the term "women's personalized writing".

This dates back to 1994.

The female writer Lin Bai wrote a long novel with autobiographical elements: "One Person's War".

Through the growth experience of "I" and the encounters of Lin Duomi, the book directly writes about the sensual love of women, depicts women's feelings and fascination with the flesh, and creates a warm and open world of personal experience.

After the novel was published in Huacheng, it caused heated discussions and was later labeled as feminist.

Just the following year, the United Nations World Conference on Women was held in Yanjing, and women's issues became a public topic that was almost talked about on every street, and this book became popular again.

At the same time, another female writer, Chen Ran, published her novel "Private Life".

The book tells the life trajectory of women in modern metropolises. It uses the protagonist's own female experience and secret inner life as a perspective to tell the unusual experiences and experiences of a girl in the process of growing into a woman. It can be regarded as a serious avant-garde novel.

These two books were immediately put together and regarded as representatives of "women's personal writing."

Now hearing Lu Yao mention this, everyone unanimously agreed with his opinion.

This is also a personal writing by a woman, but of course her writing skills cannot be compared with those of the already famous Lin Bai and Chen Ran.

"In the past two years, I have read some original works on the Internet. I think that female writers will account for a large proportion of online literature in the future. Female writers are more delicate in emotional description and good at daily narrative, which is very popular on the Internet." Lu Yao talked freely with a cigarette in his hand.

"But I think that truly classic literary works must be closely connected with the historical background of the novel, reflecting this era rather than the so-called personalized and individualized writing: hiding in a small building and becoming one, regardless of winter, summer, spring and autumn." Fang Minghua took a sip of cold tea and offered his opinion.

"Haha, Minghua, you actually quoted Lu Xun's poem here?" Bai Miao laughed: "But it's quite appropriate."

"Okay, let's stop chatting and play cards. I'm still losing today." Fang Minghua urged.

Just as the domestic online literature competition was in full swing, the publication of a novel in the United States was also causing a stir, extending from traditional media to the Internet.

It was the book "The Road Spike" written by Fang Minghua.

(End of this chapter)