"I don't have my own name"

Author: Yu Hua
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Publish Date: 2002-11-01
Features: This collection includes a full-length novel, a middle-length novel, a short story, and an essay. It represents all the works I have published in the Harvest magazine since 1987. Smog of the World are the beautiful memories of my life, the dreamlike and confused life I had when I was young. Back then, I believed that stories and life were uncertain, like smoke drifting with the wind, not knowing where it would go or when it would meet again. I Have No Name—at this point, I was thirty-five. I found myself getting more easily moved to tears and emotion than ever before. I began to be obsessed with the living writing style, and then I discovered that writing styles always quickly adapted to me and helped me, allowing me to experience the joy of expression boundlessly. Climax is an essay. In 2000, when I started a column for essays in the Harvest magazine, I was already forty. Over the next four or five years, I was drawn to essay writing and became fascinated with the secrets of creation. I understood what originality was—it wasn’t just about literature and art but also the entire force that allows this world to move forward. At the same time, I also knew that writing is a path longer than life itself.
—Yu Hua
This collection includes a full-length novel, a middle-length novel, a short story, and an essay. It represents all the works I have published in the Harvest magazine since 1987. Cries in the Rain is my full-length novel. Back then, I was just turning thirty, and the passion for form was still jumping. But I had already heard many real-life calls from reality. When I finished writing this work, I only faintly grasped what life was. Smog of the World are the beautiful memories of my life, the dreamlike and confused life I had when I was young. Back then, I believed that stories and life were uncertain, like smoke drifting with the wind, not knowing where it would go or when it would meet again. I Have No Name—at this point, I was thirty-five. I found myself getting more easily moved to tears and emotion than ever before. I began to be obsessed with the living writing style, and then I discovered that writing styles always quickly adapted to me and helped me, allowing me to experience the joy of expression boundlessly. Climax is an essay. In 2000, when I started a column for essays in the Harvest magazine, I was already forty. Over the next four or five years, I was drawn to essay writing and became fascinated with the secrets of creation. I understood what originality was—it wasn’t just about literature and art but also the entire force that allows this world to move forward. At the same time, I also knew that writing is a path longer than life itself.