Jason is beautiful, elegant and talented.
This is my first time to read Jason's works, so I will summarize the information collected from the Internet and the excerpts from this book and make simple reading notes.
Brief introduction of Jason.
Jason, born on April 27th, 1937, died in the United States on October 27th, 2022 at the age of 85.
Born in Fushun, Liaoning Province, 1937 was born in Beijing, and graduated from China Renmin University. Representative works include Heavy Wings, No Words, Love Can't Be Forgotten, The one who loves me the most in the world has gone, Emerald and so on.
The only writer who won Mao Dun Literature Prize twice.
Member of the 4th, 5th and 6th National Committees of Chinese Writers Association, and the 7th Honorary Member. Honorary Fellow of American Academy of Literature and Arts, member of China Branch of International PEN.
Enjoy special government allowance.
2. Jason's family background
Zhang Jie's mother, Zhang, lost her mother's freedom and was fostered in a relative's house, then lived with her father and stepmother. After marriage, she was probably abandoned by her husband and took Jason to live a hard life.
Zhang Jie, 1937 was born in a poor family and lived with her mother since childhood. My youth was spent in Baoji, Shaanxi and Fushun, Liaoning. In the late 1950s, he went to China Renmin University to study and majored in planning statistics. After graduation, he was assigned to the Ministry of Machinery Industry to become a formal cadre.
Zhang Jie's teenagers are in the era of women's liberation in China, benefiting from the ethos of the times. She went to college and got a secure public office. Although the income is meager and the livelihood is hard, for Zhang Jie and her three generations of women, there is no doubt that they have basic survival guarantee and dignity and enjoy a relatively superior social status.
According to Zhang Xinxin's description, in the late 1970s, she saw Jason working in the office. "Among those who were drinking tea, chatting, reading newspapers and loitering with cups, they kept his desk, opened half a drawer and looked at something quietly." Before closing the drawer, she showed me Andersen's fairy tales. The image of a literary "young woman" who is out of tune with the secular world is vividly on the paper.
Zhang was abandoned by his father and married twice, both of which ended in rupture. I have a daughter named Tang Di, who brought up Tang Di with her mother. Zhang Jie later lived in the United States with her daughter until her death.
One of Jason's husbands is Sun Youyu, Vice Minister of Machinery. He is an old revolutionary. After liberation, he became a deputy minister of a certain Ministry and devoted himself to economic reform. Sun is twenty years older than her, married and a senior official. Their love is as tortuous as her novels. They finally came together, but the love that was achieved after such twists and turns has consumed too much effort of the other party. After entering the marriage, it is inevitable to fall from the peak. Life after marriage was not happy, and marriage finally broke down. Jason, Sun Youyu, acquaintance-love-marriage-divorce, 27 years.
Zhang Jie and her mother live together all the year round. Because of the ups and downs of love and marriage, both of them put all their feelings into each other. In particular, Zhang Jie's love for her mother is extraordinary, which is interpreted as the "symbiotic and solid love" for her mother put forward by Erich Fromm, a famous contemporary social psychologist and psychoanalyst. Therefore, after her mother died, Zhang Jie was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and often cried in the bedroom at midnight.
From then on, Jason lived alone with a kitten left by her mother, and regarded the kitten as the embodiment of her mother, which produced extraordinary feelings. Jason once wrote many essays to record her interdependence with kittens. One month after the kitten died, Zhang Changge cried and wrote an article "Cry My Old Son", which made people cry.
3. Zhang Jie's literary creation
1979165438+10, Jason's short story "Love is unforgettable" was published in Beijing Literature and Art. As the first work that touched on the theme of extramarital affairs after the Cultural Revolution, it triggered a hot discussion in that year, and also opened a "love story" in the new era, leading the personalization with love and marriage life as the main content.
In the novel, the mother said in a conversation with her daughter, "People say that the contented are always happy, but I can't enjoy such happiness. I can only be a painful idealist. " For a time, the bitter idealist became a resounding title, which spread like wildfire among generations.
Jason won the second Mao Dun Literature Prize for His Heavy Wings. The reform of novel creation is difficult, and industrial modernization has inserted heavy wings. Later, she won the sixth Mao Dun Literature Award for her No Words. Her works tell the marriage story of Wu Wei, a female writer, and several generations of women in her family, as well as the ups and downs of China in the past hundred years. 1992 Jason was elected honorary academician of the American Academy of Literature and Arts.
From 65438 to 0985, Zhang Jie's novel Heavy Wings, which reflected the reform of industrial economy, won the second Mao Dun Literature Prize.
In 2005, she won the 6th Mao Dun Literature Prize with her novel No Words, which was more than 800,000 words in 12, becoming the first writer to win the prize twice.
In addition to Zhang Jie's many famous novels, Zhang Jie has also written essays, essays, biographies and other works. Among them, in the long article "The person who loves me the most in the world is gone", Zhang Jie's nostalgia for her dead mother has made several generations of readers feel the same. Her words are tender, emotional, fragile and heartbreaking, which let us see ourselves when our loved ones leave. It has been adapted into a movie with the same name, starring Gaowa Siqin and Huang Suying, and won the China Excellent Feature Film Award in the 6th Changchun Film Festival and the China Excellent Feature Film Award in the 9th China Film Watch Award.
Jason's works have also been translated into English, French, German, Danish, Norwegian, Swedish, Finnish, Dutch, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Turkish, Romanian and other languages, and won the Italian Knight's Medal and Literature Award in Germany, Austria, the Netherlands and other countries.
In 2006, Jason began to learn painting at a young age.
20 14- 10, she held the "Zhang Jie Oil Painting Exhibition" for the first time in Beijing Modern Literature Museum, and people from literary circles gathered together. At the opening ceremony of the exhibition, I made a farewell speech unexpectedly. Jason announced his will: no obituary, no farewell to his body, no memorial service, and no publication of commemorative articles by friends.
This book is a collection of essays, including the famous short story Jade, and more essays. Summarized the excerpts of the following books.
emerald
Emerald, infinite love.
An old tree with a crooked neck, its branches drooping to the ground, like a kind grandfather, holding his children and grandchildren around his knees. In this barren wasteland, there are so many lives and hopes that multiply in the land of life and death.
I thought the past blew like the wind, scattered like a cloud, and my memory was like a path full of weeds, and I could never find my way back. However, when I got here, I realized that those things were not dead. Just like in Mawangdui, with a female corpse in the dark underground, the seeds have been hidden for more than two thousand years, and it is said that they can germinate.
She has understood that it is not Zuo Wei who aroused her heart and attached to her infinitely, but the land she spent so many years and her generous dedication to all her naive hearts.
There may be a vigorous love in a person's life, but it is not necessarily the greatest and most eternal feeling in his life.
? And I finally figured it out, what I found in my heart was just the feeling of love. Love the bay, love the rocks, love the irrelevant traveling companions, love the memories, love the lost years, love the heart when I was young, love the microcomputer, love the microcode compiler, love everything ... but I just don't love Zuo Wei.
Her love has been echoed, and this kind of echoed love, even for one day, is enough. Because there are so many people, their lives have not been answered.
You are detached, because you don't love anymore. As long as a person stops loving, he wins.
Life is too long.
They say we wolves are cruel and dangerous, but what about people?
In my life, how many times have I been at the turning point of life and death, and the miracle of coming back to life has happened more than once, which may be one of the reasons why I have been in the position of a wolf.
Picking ears of wheat
I am still standing under the persimmon tree, looking at the lonely small fire persimmon on the treetop. Its bright red color still gives people a feeling of joy, but I cried and cried very sadly. Cry for that strange old man who loves me but sells stove candy.
If it could talk, ...
? I used to go back and forth on this road with the lover who still loves me but has abandoned me. For many years, I treasured those lovely lies he told me like gems and pearls. Besides, I know I will continue to cherish it. Those lies have made me happy anyway.
I looked up at the sky as I walked. It was a clear moonless night, and there were only cold stars in the sky. It is said that each of us has a star in the sky, but the sky is shaking and the stars are shaking. I can't tell which one is his and which one is mine. But what is certain is that they are far apart and will never meet.
People often lament that flowers can't stay long, but they never fade in memory. For everything in the past, I would like to remember only the good and forget the bad. When I die, everything I once loved will be as fresh as when I never left.
Door after door closed.
Once a person is down and out, there are not many friends. No matter in the new society or the old society, society is society, and there is no distinction between the old and the new in many aspects.
I rubbed against those railings, just like I used to take my mother by the hand and take her out to see a doctor or have her teeth pulled out. It seems that once a person reaches old age, the only thing left is to see a doctor.
She calls me like this more and more frequently. From the sound of her calling me more and more frequently, I gradually feel that I am an adult. Although I am a few decades old, I will always be her child as long as my mother is here.
I looked at the kitchen through the window, not to see what it has become now, but to see the stove that my mother occasionally uses to cook in it; Stepped ground; She can see the screwed faucet, every wall and every glass window. ...
Mother's kitchen
Looking out my mother's cookbook, every page looks like oiled chopped green onion, and all sides are brown. Let me smell the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar my mother gave me on it, and life is full of flavor.
I know, I used to eat my mother's pancakes and Zhajiang Noodles's happiness, and I will always follow my mother. But every time I eat pancakes and noodles with dregs, I can't help thinking of my mother and her pancakes and noodles with dregs.
Give away
A person's fate cannot be changed. Even if you teach him to do this, he won't do the next thing. No one can always be with you for the rest of your life.
You are my soul friend.
Life has only one chance, and there is no turning back. Some people pin their hopes on the afterlife, but I don't believe in reincarnation. I only know that this is a necessity of life. I can only accept this reality frankly, although it is cruel.
Maybe in the future, we will think that the cause of tears is insignificant. However, at that time, it was painful for a young heart that was unprepared for pain and suffering. When we get used to suffering, there will be fewer and fewer tears.
My four seasons
I will calmly check myself, why I failed; What to miss; Do you owe others anything ... I hope only others owe me.
At this time, you will grow up.
You turn to miss your lover, hoping that he can hold you in his arms at this moment and let his tenderness and caress dispel your illness. He loves you so much when you want nothing and need nothing. Pointing to heaven and earth, vows of eternal love, tender feelings, inseparable, I want the stars not to pick the moon for you, but when you are too sick to create love for him, don't say pick the stars, don't say pick the moon, even if you try to change your taste.
Finally, you understand that you actually have no one to rely on. Once you understand this, you won't cry, you will smile with an open mind. So you no longer dream of your mother's hot noodle soup, nor look forward to your lover's arms, and turn off your mobile phone with all your heart.
If you marry a writer,
Falling in love with artists may be more romantic than falling in love with ordinary people, because artists often regard love as a kind of creation. In order to create, they devoted themselves to it. When this creation is completed and enters a dull life, they will engage in other creations and will not stay in this story all their lives. Their creative life and even their natural life belong not only to you, but also to society. If he does well, he still belongs to mankind.
Why would I lose you?
? When I was eighteen, I longed for love. I wanted to love and be loved. Now I know that "only mothers are good in the world." If I can do it all over again, it's hard to say whether I will be a weekend lover (if it's so easy to find a suitable lover, it's not just "only a mother is good in the world"), but I will definitely buy a sperm to be a single mother;
I believed in many things when I was eighteen, but now I only believe in a few things.
How many people have no chance to meet again?
? Faced with 140 pairs of eyes, how to start? I thought about it, so I had to preemptively say, "I am an honest man and I have to go back to China, so I hope you don't ask me questions that will prevent me from going back to China after I answer them." Unexpectedly, this statement cut off the back roads of some "news", but it won the prolonged applause of journalists who feed on news, and the atmosphere on the field changed immediately.
My charming night
I replied, "I'm sorry, I never felt anything." He said, "You don't give me a chance to speak." In our life, we easily miss a lot.
Although nothing in the world is more unreliable than love, the so-called two of a kind is only a performance in the end, but you can't tell people from the beginning that I can only accompany you for two hours.
Farewell —— Speech at the Opening Ceremony of Jason Art Exhibition
In 20 14, Zhang Jie once held a solo exhibition in China Museum of Modern Literature, which was actually her farewell ceremony with her native land and China literary world.
I often sit in a long chair under a tree. The wind blowing from that corner has no direction. I feel that the wind blowing from different directions has gradually dispersed the bad memories of injury, insult, rumor, slander and so on, leaving only the memories of friends' love, warmth, care and help.
Finally, I want to say that I left a will in a very good law firm. After I die, first of all, I won't publish an obituary. Second, don't say goodbye to your body. Third, no memorial service. Friends, please don't write articles commemorating me. As long as you remember in your heart, it is enough to have friends like Jason. As for those who never stop cursing me, please keep cursing me. If I can play a role in expelling you from some psychological aspects, it is also my contribution.
You can't change her.
? This fucking life is full of traps and temptations! How many people's lives have been changed by it, even heroes can't escape its tricks. What's the difference between seeing a living person finally unrecognizable and watching a person slowly die and rot? But she made this damn life encounter "you can't change me"!
I liked a word game in college-the dialogue between Marx and his daughter. For example, what color do you like, your favorite song and so on. I mostly forgot, except one sentence: What's your favorite motto? Marx replied: doubt everything.
Love cannot be remembered.
May everyone's love be beautiful and free!