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Author: Jiang Li Ion
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Publish Date: 2005-09-01
Features: She, wealthy and noble, for his love, perished. He, poor and humble, fled her love, drifting alone. Love, in the capriciousness and of youth, drifted farther from expectations. In the blink of an eye, a whirlwind of romance scattered! Jiang Li Ion is a woman of extraordinary sensibility. She uses light-hearted words and humorous wit to outline the main theme of her novel—confusion and desolation of growing up. Her Between Gaze and Gaze is not arbitrary, not pretentious, not superficial, filled with wisdom and depth in every line. The sharpness of her writing and the grandeur of her thoughts are astonishing, leaving one in awe and admiration! — Mimi July
Jiang Li Ion’s novels possess a strong penetrating power and a unique discourse structure. She excels at narrating the myriad moods of life with individualistic statements, thereby building her literary platform. — Han Han
The novel feels like a monologue or a conversation with a non-existent friend. Gradually, details surface, like a beautiful knife edge, gently turning near the heart. Everything unfolds between gaze and gaze, everything dissolves like a whirlwind. — Tang Song
Reading her words reminds me of the spirit of Dadaism, always trying to tear down everything and rebuild it anew. But for youth and life, destruction and reconstruction seem too humble and absurd. — Tian He
A friend jokingly calls Jiang Li Ion "Jiang Li Ion," meaning "about to part." Parting is for reunion, and I firmly believe that. If we have grown distant from our memories, if we are no longer childish, then parting means nothing. Life and death parting is merely a seemingly sorrowful term. A whirlwind of romance scatters in the blink of an eye between our raised and lowered brows. I’m tired, so I’ve grown up. — Jiang Li Ion
Xiao Zhu could have gone to university, but the few thousand yuan saved by his parents from repairing shoes and bicycles was swindled by a fraudster, cutting short his path to higher education. Later, Xiao Zhu met his half-sister, who shared the same father but was completely different from the high-ranking official’s daughter, Liu Zhai, and grew up in the countryside. His sister fell for Xiao Zhu, but he remained indifferent. Suffering from his family’s poverty, she married someone else to avoid causing trouble for Xiao Zhu. Three years after Liu Zhai’s death, Xiao Zhu finished writing his story but received a package from him—containing toys they both loved in childhood.