August is not yet at its end

Author: An Ni Baba
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Publish Date: 2002-03-15
Features: In An Ni Baba's words, the city—this space that has been absent from contemporary Chinese literature for a long time and has been continuously fictionalized—silently emerges. In An Ni Baba's portrayal, it is a modern jungle of perpetual wandering and, as well as the only home for the homeless. I am moved by the and in An Ni Baba's writing. There, life is like a fragile stringed instrument, and individuals are like drifting leaves. But apart from the characters in An Ni Baba's works, apart from this fragile life and personal identity, there is no reliance, no belonging, and yet amidst it flickers a vibrant crimson within a dying embers. Like a colorful and full phantom revealed against a background of extreme darkness and, enchanting, painful, and. A swaying between the drowsiness of dreams and the awakening, those melancholic and beautiful words, some severe and tragic love stories. About a young woman in a white cotton dress, barefoot in sneakers, called "Lin," a man without responsibility. About heartbreaks not ended by death, about works that bloom in numbness, and about clarity and coldness amidst indulgence and self-abandonment.