By Jing Wang, Eva Shan Chou

Filled with mirages, hallucinations, myths, psychological puzzles, and the wonderful, the modern experimental fiction of the chinese language avant-garde represents a style of storytelling not like the other. even if enticing the worn spectacle of heritage, expressing probably unmotivated violence, or reinventing outlandish Tibetan myths, those tales are outlined through their devotion to theatrics and their willful apathy towards every thing held sacred by way of the iteration that witnessed the Cultural Revolution.
Jing Wang has chosen provocative examples of this new institution of writing, which won prominence within the past due Nineteen Eighties. Contradicting many long-cherished ideals approximately chinese language writers—including the alleged culture of writing as a political act opposed to authoritarianism—these tales make a dramatic holiday from conventions of contemporary chinese language literature via demonstrating an irreverence towards background and tradition and through celebrating the artificiality of storytelling. Enriched by means of the paintings of a special crew of translators, this assortment offers a classy event which may have outraged many revolutionary-minded readers in China, yet person who additionally occupies an enormous position within the canon of chinese language literature. China’s Avant-Garde Fiction brings jointly a gaggle of outstanding writers (including Raise the crimson Lantern writer Su Tong) to the eye of an English-speaking audience.
This e-book can be loved by means of these attracted to chinese language literature, tradition, and society—particularly readers of latest fiction.

Contributors
. Bei Cun, Can Xue, Gei Fei, Ma Yuan, Su Tong, solar Ganlu, Yu Hua

Translators. Eva Shan Chou, Michael S. Duke, Howard Goldblatt, Ronald R. Janssen, Andrew F. Jones, Denis C. Mair, Victor H. Mair, Caroline Mason, Beatrice Spade, Kristina M. Torgeson, Jian Zhang, Zhu Hong

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