Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 525: Extra : The Troubles of the Swedish Nobel Academy

Sweden.

The Stock Exchange building in Stockholm.

This is the main office of the Swedish Academy and one of the main venues for the annual Nobel Prize in Literature selection.

In the conference room, more than a dozen members of the Swedish Academy, who are also judges of the Nobel Prize in Literature, gathered together and debated endlessly.

The reason is that it is already the end of September 1992, but the winner of this year's Nobel Prize in Literature has not yet been determined.

Ma Yueran, a Swede, is also a world-renowned sinologist and translator, and one of the 18 lifetime judges of the Nobel Prize in Literature.

The 68-year-old Ma Yueran obviously played a vital role in this selection.

He looked at the two works on the table, sighed, and spoke earnestly.

“Gentlemen, we must consider the authority of the Nobel Prize in Literature, rather than its influence in other fields. Literature is literature and should not be mixed with anything else.

Both Professor Bao's "The Red Age" and Mr. Walcott's "In the Green Night" are excellent works.

The former is a documentary literature of the turbulent times in the East, while the latter is a collection of poems that integrates elements of African, European and Caribbean cultures.

Both are things we have to consider.

It's time to make a decision, gentlemen."

In the conference room, the judges looked at each other but remained silent.

An academician from the UK who had long since immigrated to the United States spoke first.

"Sir, you should know what "Red Age" represents. If he is selected as this year's Nobel Prize winner, it will probably cause unimaginable impact. This is an ideological attack!"

His words were harsh, and at the same time, five or six judges expressed their support for him.

Obviously, it is their differences with others that have led to the current situation.

Ma Yueran, who was sitting in the first seat, had a dark complexion and spoke seriously.

"Gentlemen, I have said that politics should not be involved here.

Bao is an almost indelible figure in the literary history of the 20th century. He is much older than us, so even I have to respectfully call him teacher in front of him.

You should not forget that when we first came into contact with literature, many of us started with Mr. Bao's works.

Both "The Old Man and the Sea" and "To Live" are excellent works.

These two works have already won the Nobel Prize in Literature.

You should understand that it is not Bao who needs the Nobel Prize in Literature, but the authority of the Nobel Prize in Literature that needs Bao!"

Ma Yueran's words were so thought-provoking that many judges in the audience fell into deep thought.

The oldest judge present was no more than seventy years old, and those who were eighty had already retired with honor.

Considering their age and qualifications, they are indeed not qualified to evaluate Bao Guowei.

One judge couldn't help but sigh: "We have never seen a writer like Bao before, and this is the main reason for our predicament."

Many of the judges present had strange expressions on their faces.

Most of the outstanding writers in history died young. Some lived longer, but no one lived as long as Bao Guowei.

At the age of eighty-nine, coupled with his early lectures in Europe, Bao Guowei's qualifications and seniority are naturally higher than anyone present.

How to comment on this?
Another slightly older judge also said with emotion: "The last time I saw Mr. Bao giving a lecture in London, he looked energetic and younger than my 40-year-old child. I guess I will never see Bao's memorial service in my lifetime."

"Regardless of qualifications and past achievements, this film "Red Age" will never win an award!"

"Theo Walcott deserves this award, he needs it so much."

"No! If we leave Mr. Bao aside, we will definitely be suspected by the outside world!"

For a time, the Swedish Academy, which looked extremely elegant to the outside world, turned into a vegetable market, and a group of gray-haired old men were stubborn and arguing, and there were even signs of a fight.

Kjell Espmark, who was also sitting in the first seat, rubbed his eyebrows. He is a famous Swedish literary historian and also a member of the academy. He and Ma Yueran co-hosted this year's selection.

He felt a little helpless because this kind of scene was not the first time he had seen it.

Espumark interrupted the quarrel of everyone present with his powerful voice.

"Gentlemen, please be quiet. I think we must consider one question: will Bao come to receive this year's Nobel Prize in Literature?"

As soon as these words came out.

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The venue fell silent again.

The judges could not help but think of the history of the Nobel Prize selection over the past fifty years since Bao Guowei came out of nowhere. In fact, Bao Guowei won the Nobel Prize in Literature not twice, but four times.

The reason why it was twice is that Bao Guowei refused the other two times for various reasons.

One of them is the unfair treatment and discrimination against Chinese people in the international community.

This is a writer with a very strong personality, and he also holds an extraordinary position in the literary and academic circles.

Whatever he wants to do, almost no one can stop him.

"This"

Thinking of that embarrassing past that they couldn't bear to recall, many judges in the venue actually sighed.

It's really ironic that they are discussing here who to give the award to, but no one cares about it at all.

At this moment, a younger judge who had been silent suddenly raised his hand.

"Well, gentlemen, I have a suggestion, I wonder if I can make it."

Because of his seniority, he had not dared to speak, but only now did he finally make up his mind.

Ma Yueran sighed, saying that he had done his best and nodded.

"Sir, please speak freely."

The young judges were given permission and became bolder, he analyzed.

“As you have all said, the influence of the book Red Age is too great, and selecting it for the review may cause controversy.

Considering the popularity and literary value of this book, not selecting it would go against the original intention of the Nobel Prize.

On the other hand, given Bao's qualifications, it is difficult for the Nobel committee to evaluate him.

So there’s the answer.”

Everyone's eyes were on this unknown judge.

But I heard him say.

"Bao has won four Nobel Prizes. Ordinary awards cannot describe his achievements.

Why don't we set up a separate award and give it to this gentleman alone.

I think this should be called, Lifetime Achievement Award!"

For a moment, all the judges in the venue held their breath. They looked at each other, and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Especially Shell Espumark, he stared at the other person closely, and his eyes seemed to be saying.

Damn, you're a genius!
October 1992.

Inside the Peking University dormitory.

A young man named Luo He, wearing thick glasses, clicked his tongue after reading the report in the newspaper.

"what happened?"

A young man named Cha Yusheng, with a fair face, messy bangs and a stylish beard, who was sleeping on the lower bunk, leaned out and asked.

“Has the latest Nobel Prize been announced?”

"It's out." Luo He looked at the newspaper with a strange expression, and then handed the newspaper to the student in the lower bunk. "You can take a look at it yourself, it can be regarded as witnessing history."

Cha Yusheng was a little confused, but after seeing the contents in the newspaper, he screamed in surprise.

"Mr. Bingwen did not win the Nobel Prize in Literature, but the Nobel Lifetime Award!"

Luo He said helplessly: "The key is yet to come."

Cha Yusheng looked back with a strange expression on his face, and then he laughed out loud.

"As expected of Mr. Bao, he didn't give these foreigners face and still refused."

"After all, the foreigners' awards are due to their prejudices. If they don't like us, we naturally don't have to like them either. Mr. Bingwen really makes me feel relieved!" Luo He commented while lying on the bed.

After a moment's silence, Luo He suddenly poked his head out and spoke to Cha Yusheng who was sleeping on the lower bunk.

"Yusheng, do you want to be like Mr. Bingwen in the future?"

"In the future?"

Cha Yusheng pondered this question and looked at the book "Red Age" beside his pillow. He felt full of energy again.

"I didn't know it before, but now, I want to live my true self like Mr. Bingwen!"

(End of this chapter)