> Chinese author
> Bio: Can Xue
(née Deng Xiaohua)
b. 1953, Changsha, Hunan
Writer
Can
Xue is one of the first avant-garde writers to have emerged in the
1980s, and is the only female author attributed to this group. She began
writing in 1981 and is best known for her two novellas, Old Floating
Cloud (Canglao di fuyun) and Yellow Mud Street (Huangni jie), as well as
many short stories. Her writing emphasizes the hallucinations of
largely female protagonists who have turned the violence of a socially
ordered world into mental and fictitious images. Her work constructs and
deconstructs language, evoking a surreal and strangely disordered world
that has no grounding in real-life experience or history. Her
characters thus speak in abstract dialogue, provide non-sensical or
irrelevant answers, and ultimately fail to communicate. Her work has
been compared to that of Franz Kafka because many of her protagonists
suffer from paranoia. She has written commentaries on the work of Franz
Kafka and Jorge Luis Borges. She is also an outspoken critic of the
male-dominated literary world that has narrowly defined what the
literary content of a woman’s text can be. Can Xue is an honorary member
of the International Writing Programme at the University of Iowa.
> Vocabulary:
- acetabulum: Anatomy, the socket in the hipbone that receives the head of the thighbone. Zoology, any of the suction appendages of a leech, octopus, etc.
- bosk: a small wood or thicket, especially of bushes.
- "I was a little critter submerged in the desert. This was the outcome I had pursued. In this mid-region, I was envisioning the phoenix leaves on Mother Earth. Yet I didn't forget my kindred in the dark.".......allusion to speaking out in China?
- Gu......dying...maybe already dead in the hospital....
- visited by "catmen"
- "Autumn is so long - like eternal live."
- Elderly father being visited by his soul deep in the night
- "As I see it, when one is old, one should know one's place and retreat from life. Paternalistic behavior won't do him any good in the end."........another subversive political statement?
- "His actions made me feel extremely tense, like an arrow held in a bowstring....great metaphor
- Dreamlike visit to see Uncle Lou
- "I felt like my innermost soul had been enriched."
- Very dark dream of visit to friend's world
- "We could perform a moon-walking dance together, or we could embrace and kiss one another in the sweet scented air current."......lovely
- Night creature and the lion
- "I belong to the moonlight; the lion belongs to the darkness. The strange thing is that the lion is always walking back and forth, bathing in the moonlight in the wasteland, and I am generally tilling the humus soil with the earthworms.".....returning to creature from first story?
- dream/nightmare of roses growing over buried bodies......reference to cover-ups?
- "No matter how much energy you put into your work, the hungry ghosts will eat everything you make."
- "Something I hadn't seen was real."...understanding
- "I felt utterly content. Little Zheng, the children, and I were immersed in daydreams about the multi-colored cotton candy. One after another, the honey jars in the depths of our memories were opened up: the strong fragrance overflowed into the air."...the power of dreaming
- seeds to be buried underground, growing downwards
- seemed like an ode to efforts to control and placate
- "You're really stubborn and deluded. Some people are still really pleased to live this way."
- "In the past, when the setting sun could be seen, the future was still hidden entirely in confusion."....deliberately perpetrated confusion
- "A little faint light shines through from only two or three windows, giving people an unfathomable feeling."........glimmer of hope
- "When a person disappears like a ray of lght into the wall, what does time mean to him?"
> LibraryThing Review: Open Letter translation......Think subconscious, subterranean (literally and figuratively), and subversive! Think lyrical dreamscapes! Think brilliant! This is an absolutely outstanding collection of short stories. Can Xue's writing is breathtaking! Her writing makes me think of Kafka.....of Rushdie.....and David Foster Wallace. This is a collection of stories into which the reader must give themselves over and ride the tide of language, imagery, and power. Not for folks who need clear-cut plot......otherwise, a must read, perhaps multiple times, like a good poem. I would love to hear these stories read aloud!
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