Liquor Country (Volume 1 & 2): Dongyue Library

Author: Mo Yan
Publisher:
Publish Date: 2000-02-01
Features:
1. China should have such a library: First, its intrinsic quality can stand the test of time; second, it belongs to a beautifully printed small-format popular series, with low prices truly considering the bookshelves of the common people.
2. The library's collection should include such writers: Their works need not be called "contemporary classics," but they can be described as "turning their heads toward classics"; even in the future digital literary history, they will at least be symbols that cannot be overlooked by the blinking cursor, and parts that cannot be deleted.
3. Considering the irreplaceable role of time in selection, the general requirement for selected writers is that their "literary age" should be over twenty years. Once selected, their entire works will be published in stages.
4. Through relentless exploration in the rise and fall of culture and art, they have become enduring literary islands, forming their own positive and noble spiritual temperament and artistic style.
5. Examined on the global cultural map, their creations are rooted in the East, and their works show a clear inheritance relationship with the outstanding national culture. In the current literary scene of clamor and chaos, we express our cultural responsibility and artistic confidence through the above understanding. The doors of this library are further opening, and its threshold is also being raised: all of this ambition relies on our decades-long perseverance and effort, and even more on the close cooperation of all writers and readers.
This is not a cup of wine but a rising sun, a cluster of cold and elegant flames, a lover's heart. For a moment, he felt that the cup of beer was like the round, brown moon that originally hung in the sky and now had entered the restaurant, an infinitely expanding pomelo, a yellow ball with countless soft thorns, a fluffy and lonely scout. At this moment, sand should be his destination. When the porridge-like substance was about to drown his mouth, he grabbed the time and shouted, "I protest! I protest—" The filth did not hesitate to cover his mouth, and the earth's gravity unresistibly pulled him down. A few seconds later, ideals, justice, dignity, honor, love, and many other sacred things, along with the suffering scout, sank to the very bottom of the toilet.