A richly detailed portrait of a strange place, a provincial city force-planted in the rural landscape; just outside the city lie the mountain and the domain of villagers and peasants who remained behind while others were transplanted to inaugurate the new faux-urban grid. The falsity of the setti...
Тежка, мрачна, черна, песимистична книга, която ми приседна почти в буквалния смисъл. Хем харесвам описателния и изчистен, лековат начин по който Июн Ли разказва, хем се чудех реалистични ли са всички нещастия, които се струпват на главите на героите. Парадоксални са постъпките, размислите, желан...
Na prvi pogled po koricama, knjiga mi izgleda vedro, opušteno, jel djetelina sa četiri lista (nemam pojma) al me na nju podsjeća. Naslov simpatičan.Knjiga se sastoji od 9 priča. Ovo je zbirka priča o usamljenosti čovjeka. Sviđa mi se stil pisanja i gotovo svaka priča me ostavila u razmišljanju. N...
My first unbeknownst exposure to Yiyun Li was in the Wayne Wang film, The Princess of Nebraska, which was based on Li’s story of the same name. My first thought was if it was your decision to cast Boshen as a white guy in the film then shame on you Wayne Wang! Boshen is supposed to be Chinese! I ...
(This review was originally published on The Rumpus: http://therumpus.net/2009/03/no-one-i...)When I think of Beijing in 1998, I think of a worn-out train bound for a town fifty miles from the capital. Across from me sat a Chinese man in his late twenties who, for a while, would not meet my eyes....
Ruolan’s father worked as a salesman for a tea factory, so every year in late spring, he traveled with samples of new tea to Shanghai, Nanjing, Beijing, big cities Ruolan dreamed of visiting when she grew up. Earlier on, he had come home before summer, but each year he traveled longer, and by the...
She wondered if his mother, who had set up their date, had told him about that.Siyu was thirty-eight, and the man, Hanfeng, was forty-four. Siyu’s father, after supporting her through college, had remarried, choosing a woman thirty years his junior. The woman had a young son from her previous mar...
It was this Beijing, with its languid mood, that Moran loved the most, though she worried it meant little to Ruyu, who seemed to look at both the city and Moran’s enthusiasm askance. Moran tried to see Beijing for the first time with a newcomer’s eyes and felt a moment of panic: perhaps there was...