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Long Er naprawd? nic nie rozumia?, wydawa?o mu si?, ?e go zamkn? na kilka dni, a potem wypuszcz?, absolutnie nie wierzy?, ?e zostanie rozstrzelany.
[¡] Kiedy przechodzi? obok, rzuci? na mnie okiem, my?la?em, ?e mnie nie rozpozna?, ale po kilku krokach odwr¨®ci? g?ow? i ?kaj?c, krzykn??:
? Fugui, umieram za ciebie!
Gdy us?ysza?em ten okrzyk, poczu?em si? wytr?cony z r¨®wnowagi i stwierdzi?em, ?e jednak b?dzie lepiej sobie p¨®j?? i nie patrze?, jak umiera. [¡]
W drodze powrotnej z egzekucji do domu poczu?em na karku lodowaty pot. Im d?u?ej my?la?em, tym bardziej dociera?a do mnie skala zagro?enia ¨C gdyby nie ojciec i ja, dw¨®ch utracjuszy, na miejscu
Long Era by?bym ja. Dotkn??em swojej twarzy, potem pomaca?em ramiona, wszystko by?o na miejscu, ?y?em, chocia? powinienem by? umrze?.
Uciek?em z ?yciem z pola bitwy, wr¨®ci?em w rodzinne strony, gdzie Long Er w moim zast?pstwie zszed? z tego ?wiata, groby moich przodk¨®w ulokowano jednak w dobrych miejscach!
? Odt?d trzeba dobrze ?y? ? powiedzia?em do siebie. (fragment)
[¡] Kiedy przechodzi? obok, rzuci? na mnie okiem, my?la?em, ?e mnie nie rozpozna?, ale po kilku krokach odwr¨®ci? g?ow? i ?kaj?c, krzykn??:
? Fugui, umieram za ciebie!
Gdy us?ysza?em ten okrzyk, poczu?em si? wytr?cony z r¨®wnowagi i stwierdzi?em, ?e jednak b?dzie lepiej sobie p¨®j?? i nie patrze?, jak umiera. [¡]
W drodze powrotnej z egzekucji do domu poczu?em na karku lodowaty pot. Im d?u?ej my?la?em, tym bardziej dociera?a do mnie skala zagro?enia ¨C gdyby nie ojciec i ja, dw¨®ch utracjuszy, na miejscu
Long Era by?bym ja. Dotkn??em swojej twarzy, potem pomaca?em ramiona, wszystko by?o na miejscu, ?y?em, chocia? powinienem by? umrze?.
Uciek?em z ?yciem z pola bitwy, wr¨®ci?em w rodzinne strony, gdzie Long Er w moim zast?pstwie zszed? z tego ?wiata, groby moich przodk¨®w ulokowano jednak w dobrych miejscach!
? Odt?d trzeba dobrze ?y? ? powiedzia?em do siebie. (fragment)
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First published January 1, 1992
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Yu Hua
117?books1,117?followersYu Hua (simplified Chinese: Ó໪; traditional Chinese: Ó໪; pinyin: Y¨² Hu¨¢) is a Chinese author, born April 3, 1960 in Hangzhou, Zhejiang province. He practiced dentistry for five years and later turned to fiction writing in 1983 because he didn't like "looking into people¡¯s mouths the whole day." Writing allowed him to be more creative and flexible.[citation needed] He grew up during the Cultural Revolution and many of his stories and novels are marked by this experience. One of the distinctive characteristics of his work is his penchant for detailed descriptions of brutal violence.
Yu Hua has written four novels, six collections of stories, and three collections of essays. His most important novels are Chronicle of a Blood Merchant and To Live. The latter novel was adapted for film by Zhang Yimou. Because the film was banned in China, it instantly made the novel a bestseller and Yu Hua a worldwide celebrity. His novels have been translated into English, French, German, Italian, Dutch, Persian, Polish, Spanish, Swedish, Hungarian, Serbian, Hebrew, Japanese, Korean, Malayalam and Turkish.
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Yu Hua has written four novels, six collections of stories, and three collections of essays. His most important novels are Chronicle of a Blood Merchant and To Live. The latter novel was adapted for film by Zhang Yimou. Because the film was banned in China, it instantly made the novel a bestseller and Yu Hua a worldwide celebrity. His novels have been translated into English, French, German, Italian, Dutch, Persian, Polish, Spanish, Swedish, Hungarian, Serbian, Hebrew, Japanese, Korean, Malayalam and Turkish.
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October 26, 2017
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June 2, 2016
Yu Hua, ?in ?a?da? romanc?l???nda ?nemli bir yere sahip yazar. Daha ?nce ?in Edebiyat?ndan ilk d?neme istinaden Lu Sin, sonraki ku?a?a ?rnek olarak Gao Xingjian gibi yazarlar? okuma f?rsat?m?z olmu?ken ?a?da? d?nemin Mo Yan ile birlikte en ?nemli yazar? olarak g?sterilen Yu Hua'n? ancak okuyabilmek ge? ama g¨¹zel bir tecr¨¹be oldu. 2000 senesinde Gao Xingjian'?n, 2012 senesinde de Mo Yan'?n 'Nobel Edebiyat ?d¨¹l¨¹'n¨¹ almalar?; d¨¹nyan?n g?z¨¹n¨¹ buraya ?evirmesi a??s?ndan ?nemli oldu. Uzak do?u ¨¹lkeleri bu konuda b¨¹y¨¹k bir talihsizlik ya??yorlar. Japon Edebiyat?, ?in Edebiyat? ve G¨¹ney Kore Edebiyat? asl?nda k¨¹?¨¹msenemeyecek say?da iyi eser ??kart?yor ancak d¨¹nya okurunun k¨¹t¨¹phanesinde kendine hakk?nca yer edinemiyor. Bunun en b¨¹y¨¹k sebeplerinden bir tanesi her ?eyde oldu?u gibi edebiyatta da Bat?'n?n tekelle?mesinin olmas?. Elbette bu tarihi bir ?ok olayla alakal? ama art?k bunun a??lmas? gerekti?ini d¨¹?¨¹n¨¹yorum. Di?er bir etken de k¨¹lt¨¹rel olarak al???lagelmi?in d???nda olmalar?. Bu sebeple ¨¹lkemizde de yay?nevleri, yay?n politikalar?na ?ok s?k alm?yorlar.
??te bu noktada Jaguar Yay?nlar?n? kutlamak gerekiyor. Ger?ekten ¨¹lkemizin son y?llarda g?rd¨¹?¨¹ en ba?ar?l? yay?nevlerinden bir tanesi kendileri. Bas?mlar?n? ve ?evirilerini kitaplar?n alm?? oldu?u ya da alabilecek oldu?u tirajlar ¨¹zerinden belirleyen yay?nevlerinin ba?ar?s?n? kastetmiyorum, yanl?? anla??lmas?n. ?yi edebiyat kotas?nda sokmu? olduklar? g¨¹zel kitaplar a??s?ndan belirttim. Ola?an¨¹st¨¹ g¨¹zel eserler yay?nlad?lar. Daha ?nce Jun'ichiro Tanizaki'nin 'Naomi'sini yay?nlayarak Uzakdo?u a??s?ndan bir tatmin yaratm??lard?. ?imdi de 'Ya?amak' ile benzer bir tatmin yaratt?lar. Kitab?n daha ilk sayfas?nda Mo Yan ?evirilerinden tan?d???m?z Erdem Kurtuldu taraf?ndan, Yu Hua'n?n di?er ?nemli bir kitab? olan 'Kan?n? Satan Adam'? yay?nlayacaklar?n? s?yleyerek okuru mutlu etme konusunda s¨¹rekli olacaklar?n? g?steriyorlar. Ayn? zamanda eyl¨¹l ay? civarlar?nda Japon Edebiyat?ndan yay?mlamay? d¨¹?¨¹nd¨¹kleri kitaplar oldu?unu da biliyorum. Bunun i?in uzakdo?u edebiyat? severler ad?na tekrar yay?nevine te?ekk¨¹r ediyorum. Ayr?ca not d¨¹?meden edemeyece?im yay?nevinin ayn? ?zenle G¨¹ney Amerika Edebiyat?, M?s?r Edebiyat?, Avrupa Edebiyat? eserleri bast???n? da takip etmekteyiz.
Jaguar'?n 'Ya?amak' i?in uygun g?rm¨¹? olduklar? tasar?m ve bask? kalitesi muazzam. ?nsan? okurken, kitab? elinde tutmu? olmaktan dolay? memnun k?l?yor.
Bunlar? bir kenara koyup esere gelecek olursak, bir oturu?ta okudu?um, yer yer g?zlerimin dolmas?na sebep olan bir kitap bu. Mo Yan'? okurken ac? olaylarla birlikte s¨¹rreal eklemelerin birbirine kar??t?r?ld???na tan?k olursunuz. Bu Mo Yan'?n sihri. Ancak Yu Hua'nda b?yle bir yumu?atma yok. Tamamen ger?ek?i bir dille, ?in K¨¹lt¨¹r Devrimi y?llar?n?n, sivillerin hayatlar?nda a?t??? tahribat? aktar?yor. 1960 y?l? do?umlu olan Yu Hua ?ocukluk ve gen?lik y?llar?n? ?in K¨¹lt¨¹r Devrimi i?erisinde ge?irmi?. ?lk yeti?kinlik y?llar?nda ise Devrim Sonras? ortamdaym??. Haliyle ?in'in bu d?nemde i?inden ge?ti?i zorluklarla birebir muhatap olmu?. Duygular anlam?nda ?ok g¨¹?l¨¹ ve istedi?ini ge?irebilen bir dili var. Ben ?ok etkilendim.
Bir trajedi asl?nda bu. Ancak Antik Yunan'da kurmaca olarak, belli normlara g?re tasarlanan trajedyalar fazla grotesklerdir. Teknik bakmak durumunda olan biri de?ilseniz, bizim Ye?il?am filmlerimizin melodramik yo?unlu?u gibi bir s¨¹re sonra sizi olaydan uzakla?ma durumunda b?rakabilir. Ancak 'Ya?amak'da ki trajedinin ger?ekten ya?anm?? olabilece?ini bilmek, biraz tarih bilgisi ile, ger?ekten bir?oklar?n?n ya?and???ndan emin olmak insan? derinden etkiliyor. Yazar bunu yaparken de sizi yormuyor. Andrei Platonov Rus toplumunun fakirlikle, imkans?zl?kla, ?l¨¹mle olan dans?n? anlatt???n? eserlerinde nas?l ba?ar?l? ve ger?ek olabiliyorsa; Yu Hua'nda ?in i?in ayn? derecede ba?ar?l? olabiliyor. En iyi ele?tiri yine ele?tirilen sistemin i?inden, onu ya?ayandan ??k?yor.
Daha ?ok ?ey var yaz?labilecek ama gerek yok. 'Ya?amak' iyi edebiyat i?te. Okuyun ve g?r¨¹n.
8.5/10
??te bu noktada Jaguar Yay?nlar?n? kutlamak gerekiyor. Ger?ekten ¨¹lkemizin son y?llarda g?rd¨¹?¨¹ en ba?ar?l? yay?nevlerinden bir tanesi kendileri. Bas?mlar?n? ve ?evirilerini kitaplar?n alm?? oldu?u ya da alabilecek oldu?u tirajlar ¨¹zerinden belirleyen yay?nevlerinin ba?ar?s?n? kastetmiyorum, yanl?? anla??lmas?n. ?yi edebiyat kotas?nda sokmu? olduklar? g¨¹zel kitaplar a??s?ndan belirttim. Ola?an¨¹st¨¹ g¨¹zel eserler yay?nlad?lar. Daha ?nce Jun'ichiro Tanizaki'nin 'Naomi'sini yay?nlayarak Uzakdo?u a??s?ndan bir tatmin yaratm??lard?. ?imdi de 'Ya?amak' ile benzer bir tatmin yaratt?lar. Kitab?n daha ilk sayfas?nda Mo Yan ?evirilerinden tan?d???m?z Erdem Kurtuldu taraf?ndan, Yu Hua'n?n di?er ?nemli bir kitab? olan 'Kan?n? Satan Adam'? yay?nlayacaklar?n? s?yleyerek okuru mutlu etme konusunda s¨¹rekli olacaklar?n? g?steriyorlar. Ayn? zamanda eyl¨¹l ay? civarlar?nda Japon Edebiyat?ndan yay?mlamay? d¨¹?¨¹nd¨¹kleri kitaplar oldu?unu da biliyorum. Bunun i?in uzakdo?u edebiyat? severler ad?na tekrar yay?nevine te?ekk¨¹r ediyorum. Ayr?ca not d¨¹?meden edemeyece?im yay?nevinin ayn? ?zenle G¨¹ney Amerika Edebiyat?, M?s?r Edebiyat?, Avrupa Edebiyat? eserleri bast???n? da takip etmekteyiz.
Jaguar'?n 'Ya?amak' i?in uygun g?rm¨¹? olduklar? tasar?m ve bask? kalitesi muazzam. ?nsan? okurken, kitab? elinde tutmu? olmaktan dolay? memnun k?l?yor.
Bunlar? bir kenara koyup esere gelecek olursak, bir oturu?ta okudu?um, yer yer g?zlerimin dolmas?na sebep olan bir kitap bu. Mo Yan'? okurken ac? olaylarla birlikte s¨¹rreal eklemelerin birbirine kar??t?r?ld???na tan?k olursunuz. Bu Mo Yan'?n sihri. Ancak Yu Hua'nda b?yle bir yumu?atma yok. Tamamen ger?ek?i bir dille, ?in K¨¹lt¨¹r Devrimi y?llar?n?n, sivillerin hayatlar?nda a?t??? tahribat? aktar?yor. 1960 y?l? do?umlu olan Yu Hua ?ocukluk ve gen?lik y?llar?n? ?in K¨¹lt¨¹r Devrimi i?erisinde ge?irmi?. ?lk yeti?kinlik y?llar?nda ise Devrim Sonras? ortamdaym??. Haliyle ?in'in bu d?nemde i?inden ge?ti?i zorluklarla birebir muhatap olmu?. Duygular anlam?nda ?ok g¨¹?l¨¹ ve istedi?ini ge?irebilen bir dili var. Ben ?ok etkilendim.
Bir trajedi asl?nda bu. Ancak Antik Yunan'da kurmaca olarak, belli normlara g?re tasarlanan trajedyalar fazla grotesklerdir. Teknik bakmak durumunda olan biri de?ilseniz, bizim Ye?il?am filmlerimizin melodramik yo?unlu?u gibi bir s¨¹re sonra sizi olaydan uzakla?ma durumunda b?rakabilir. Ancak 'Ya?amak'da ki trajedinin ger?ekten ya?anm?? olabilece?ini bilmek, biraz tarih bilgisi ile, ger?ekten bir?oklar?n?n ya?and???ndan emin olmak insan? derinden etkiliyor. Yazar bunu yaparken de sizi yormuyor. Andrei Platonov Rus toplumunun fakirlikle, imkans?zl?kla, ?l¨¹mle olan dans?n? anlatt???n? eserlerinde nas?l ba?ar?l? ve ger?ek olabiliyorsa; Yu Hua'nda ?in i?in ayn? derecede ba?ar?l? olabiliyor. En iyi ele?tiri yine ele?tirilen sistemin i?inden, onu ya?ayandan ??k?yor.
Daha ?ok ?ey var yaz?labilecek ama gerek yok. 'Ya?amak' iyi edebiyat i?te. Okuyun ve g?r¨¹n.
8.5/10
August 14, 2016
It had been slightly more than 14 hours since my stomach had its last morsel of food. Compared to those numerous stomachs that for months become a perfect stranger to the concept of food, a mere 14 hours seems negligible. Yet, my stomach was growling in agony. Call me silly or juvenile! It was then that I had decided to confirm my skepticism over Youqing¡¯s words. The cup of rice that lay in a comatose position couple minutes ago, was now ferociously gulping the simmering salted water. The rice appeared to be hungrier than me. The sweetness of the cooked rice audaciously prevailed in its steamy saltiness and its celebratory gongs resounded in my mouth. Youqing¡¯s divine happiness found a way into my kitchen as the steamy rice porridge swirled into the cooking pot. Never had I thought that simple rice porridge could be blissful; never had I tasted such sweetness in a bowl of cooked rice gruel. As I savoured the warm porridge with a couple of pickled lemons and cucumbers, I gazed at the crawling red ant that was frantically finding its way out of from the starchy rice circle that I had drawn on the granite counter. Surrounded by the glutinous fluid the ant was searching for a way out to live. A stream of memories of Fugui flooded my mind and I wondered how humans find the gist of survival through their darkest despair and how my belly did became alive again through the fragrance of a simple fare. What is it that makes a person jammed in a hell hole redefine the laws of death? What is it that gives enormous courage to the hands that releases the stubborn knot fasten around the neck gifting joy to the crushed facial veins? Where does destiny and retribution stand in the assessment of life that exhales through the power of simplicity? What is the true gift of life?
¡°When the chicken grew up it turned into a goose, the goose in turn grew into a lamb and the lamb became an ox.......¡±
With every clandestine sound of the dice rolled in the clutch of the palms, with every card slapped on the table and with every moan of a whore being fucked, the ox became a lamb and the lamb a goose and then all that was left was a scrawny chicken pecking the remnants of the once glorious Xu family ancestry. As Changgen¡¯s sturdy back became a daily travelling chesterfield for Fugui, the merciless elements of the House of Qing gulped the lustrous 100 mu of fertile land. The flourishing ox had given way to an impoverished chicken. The chronicle of livelihood that spans from the 1940s to the late 1970s and beyond, illustrates a man¡¯s poignant journey from the zenith of affluent arrogance to the lowly plains of impecunious humility. For the prodigal son of the Xu family, one of the most crucial life lessons saw its roots grow deep into poverty and China¡¯s political mayhem. Fugui trekked an unseemly rock-strewn path that was carved by Fugui¡¯s gluttony, recklessness and later by his humility and admiration for life. The flight from an ox to a chicken was far easier than from a chicken to an ox. The treacherous path on which the chicken walked had its moments of a cheerfully smooth road where the goose had turned into the lamb, but as fate would have it the lambs were slaughtered to feed the ravenous life. Nonetheless, it was the lowly chicken that bestowed Fugui with the factual essence of life and gratification. If it is the subsistence along with the chicken that makes a person realize his hollow superciliousness and value life even more , only to be grateful for an ox later in life, then it is worth every cluck. Fugui¡¯s affectionate mother would always say, ¡°As long as you are happy in work, there is nothing to be ashamed of poverty.¡± Jiazhen gladly agrees too. But, in a world where the chicken is trampled without even a cackling sound by the gigantic ox, where does happiness thrive. Even though happiness blooms in the five fen candies Fugui gifted his only son, it vanishes the moment the lambs adorn the cooking pots of the communal dining hall. If poverty is nothing to be ashamed about, why does it then bring ignominy to the one that holds it? Why does the melodic resonance of money become a burden on one¡¯s back and remain long-lasting yearning of the trembling ears who once adored it heartily? Why only the moneyed do legitimatize ambitious dreams? Why is the virtuousness of poverty snatched by the pitiless rich? Why did the colossal Chinese political oxen trample the lowly rural folks? Why is it that ordinary folks were afraid to be ambitious? What made Fugui think that he could honour his ancestors when he was nobody but a big-headed buffoon, taking his privileges for granted? What made Fugui a decent man who righteously honoured his ancestors?
¡°This time¡±, I said to myself, ¡°I¡¯ve got to keep on living.¡±
Fugui knew he had to keep on living. Jiazhen told him so too and so did the disappearing lives that encircled Fugui. Fengxia¡¯s beautiful smile and Youquin¡¯s naivety gave Fugui the potency to keep on living. To live when bounded by the unfathomable torrents of death is a dreadful irony. Yu Hua¡¯s socialist realism novel which draws some of its inspiration ( Yu Hua¡¯s own words) from the American folk song ¡°Old Black Joe , is filled with sardonic incongruities. The rural folk of China; the poor peasants who faithfully marched alongside, initially with Chiang Kai-shek and then later with Chairman Mao were betrayed by the very own in whom they their well being was dependable. When the Nationalists commanded to bring the cannon, the poor walked onto the war front, when the Liberation Army walked into class warfare, farming lands were snatched, when the political leaders said smelting iron was profitable, pots from every kitchen seized and when officials asked for blood, every ounce was drained from the frail body. The Cultural Revolution became a playground of vengeance, hatred laced with bloodshed that played on the boundaries of human frailty. When the government asked the people to snatch, they snatched and when asked to donate, they gave till the final breath of their lives. The government officials and leaders were allowed to harbour sky soaring aspirations, whereas the ones for whom these political ambitions were employed were chastised for having dreams. In the dreams of Communism the common folk found credence and letting common folk to dream is what the Communist feared the most. Isn't it paradoxical in the most cold-blooded manner? The Chinese government in their quest to redeem the lost glory of their country had become vindictive master puppeteers pulling the strings of the poor rural folk as per as their egoistic fancy. Yu Hua narrows his swelling satire to ironies brimming through lives surviving in the Xu family household, wheeling the fundamental nature of the novel. Jiazhen¡¯s new found happiness in her impoverished life that was lost in her elite survival. Fugui cherishing a peaceful sleep at the end of his exhaustive and assiduous days is a far cry from his insomniac gambling and whoring days. Long-Er whose insatiability for a landowner class escalated in the House of Qing, dug its own grave. The whistle that the ¡®team leader¡¯ blew so fervently assigning the governmental tasks to the villagers became the frightful messenger of death. A fare of steamy hot buns was more formidable to the vacant belly than two violent bullets. The simple, coarse grain of rice became prized crystals shinning in the pot of boiling water. The brazen skin that had once taken pleasure in the softness of silk was repelled by the ¡°snot-like¡± fabric. Fate had become the biggest irony of all and Fugui its foremost angst-ridden victim.
Analogous to his other novel, Yu Hua exemplifies the significance of a strong familial infrastructure. In the course of Fugui¡¯s lifetime, family became his prime custody and most valued wealth. It was in the continuation of the modest family of four that both Fugui and Jiazhen found elation. Fugui¡¯s metamorphism from a callous patriarch to being a respectable, loving and conscientious father is noteworthy. Jiazhen is the quintessential enduring and sympathetic woman who is not only a devoted mother but an honourable wife who stayed with Fugui through the thick and thin. Yu Hua deeply focuses on the vulnerability of a father-son relationship that prospers through the chaotic tides of time. A family is forever traced through its ancestral roots and the subsequent kismet or calamity finds a way to trickle down in the residual future generations. This is the very reason due to which I find great fondness in Yu Hua¡¯s brilliant works. Every county, every street, every home is crammed with incalculable stories. Every personal version chronicled through powerfully diversified voices. Yu Hua releases these claustrophobic narratives of ordinary folk who are never able to find a worthy listening ear. Although average folks do not comprehend the nitty-gritty of egocentric political games yet they regrettably are the sole debt bearers of the pandemonium. Even so, these very people strongly establish their diligence and dignity in the midst of a thunderous societal revolution and virtuously wrestle the adversities while bleeding through the shards of their fate. Yu Hua lets the characters speak for themselves as they disentangle the psychological insights from their compactly meshed run of the mill personages.
¡°Fugui is a good ox. Of course he gets lazy sometimes, but even people drag their feet from time to time--- how can you expect an animal not to?..... I know when to make him work and when to let him rest. If I¡¯m tires then I know he must be tired too......¡±
Yu Hua creates a surreal bridge between man and beast. It is amusing to comprehend the heart of a man who once had meted animalistic treatment towards humans, now identifies with the suffering and anguish of an animal. The life of an ox becomes an imprinted metaphor for the human conditions prevailing during the era of China¡¯s political evolution. The oxen that strived throughout their tedious lives to the point of extreme exhaustion only to be slaughtered in their twilight years resembles the quandary of numerous lives that were slaughtered throughout the Chinese socio-political landscapes. The beloved lambs found no other compassionate owner than the young Youqing. In this ¡°coming-of- age¡± tale, where ripeness of life does not come through the numerical gradations of age, but through convoluted experiences and endeavours of survival; Yu Hua illustrates how vacillating providence and indecorous state of affairs bestow animalistic treatment on the living exposing the core of human shortcomings.
It is said that Yu Hua spent most of his childhood roaming in the hospital corridors (his father was a doctor and Yu Hua himself is a trained dentist), thus once again (similar to Chronicle of Blood Merchant) the hospital becomes a symbol of death and anguish, where the difference between animal and human is scrubbed away by shoddy and narcissistic medical conduct.
¡°The dead all want to keep on living. Here you are alive and kicking, you can¡¯t die........... Your life is given to you by your parents. If you don¡¯t want to live, you have to ask them first.¡±
The anonymous young traveller who patiently listened to Fugui among the breezy green fields recognized the zeal Fugui had for his life. Fugui could remember his past as clear as the water that ran through the fields. Never once did his aging memory falter as he recounted the excruciating steps of his living. Fugui loved his life, come what may. Like the crops he faithfully cultivated on his five mu field; he cultivated an undying love for life, even from its treacherous terrains. Living is the true gift of life. Even the dead desire to keep on living. The love for one¡¯s life, the love for one¡¯s family is what loosens the knot suffocating the neck. Staying alive and go on living isn't easy. Because, no matter how lucky a person is, the moment he decided he wants to die, there is nothing that can keep him alive. When a child is born with its very first cry, when the first rice sapling is born from its muddy womb; life is celebrated. The parents who hold the child, the farmer who takes pride in the first rice sapling; both of them seek life and not death. Then, Fugui is accurate when he says that when one wants to end life, one should ask for the parents¡¯ permission. For they have gifted the essence of life. And, when one¡¯s parents have been long dead, it is more the reason to be alive; to keep on living. To live is heroic. To love life is the true gift of living. Fugui was heroic and so were the members of the Xu family and the citizens of China who went on living with solemnity and vehemence throughout the tormented course of their country¡¯s historical labyrinth and, the numerous people who keep on living through dastardly circumstances. It is here that I paused with the spoon clanking on to the now empty bowl exhibiting the dried traces of relished rice porridge. The ant is tired now and looking at that industrious insect I mocked at my pettiness. When numerous Fuguis of the world could have the courage to find love for life, why do I sometimes deter from finding that bravery. All my empty stomach needed was a mere spoonful of the warm porridge to keep it from falling into gloomy sickness. All Fugui needed was to view splashes of death escaping his fate to gain the audacity to live. All Jiazhen needed was to be with her family every day to keep on living. All that was needed was the eternal love for life. I knew the ant would come back to bite me one day, but at that moment I was glad to see it run into the sunlight as I wiped away its starchy grave.
**[ The Xu family - actors playing the said roles in the namesake movie]
¡°When the chicken grew up it turned into a goose, the goose in turn grew into a lamb and the lamb became an ox.......¡±
With every clandestine sound of the dice rolled in the clutch of the palms, with every card slapped on the table and with every moan of a whore being fucked, the ox became a lamb and the lamb a goose and then all that was left was a scrawny chicken pecking the remnants of the once glorious Xu family ancestry. As Changgen¡¯s sturdy back became a daily travelling chesterfield for Fugui, the merciless elements of the House of Qing gulped the lustrous 100 mu of fertile land. The flourishing ox had given way to an impoverished chicken. The chronicle of livelihood that spans from the 1940s to the late 1970s and beyond, illustrates a man¡¯s poignant journey from the zenith of affluent arrogance to the lowly plains of impecunious humility. For the prodigal son of the Xu family, one of the most crucial life lessons saw its roots grow deep into poverty and China¡¯s political mayhem. Fugui trekked an unseemly rock-strewn path that was carved by Fugui¡¯s gluttony, recklessness and later by his humility and admiration for life. The flight from an ox to a chicken was far easier than from a chicken to an ox. The treacherous path on which the chicken walked had its moments of a cheerfully smooth road where the goose had turned into the lamb, but as fate would have it the lambs were slaughtered to feed the ravenous life. Nonetheless, it was the lowly chicken that bestowed Fugui with the factual essence of life and gratification. If it is the subsistence along with the chicken that makes a person realize his hollow superciliousness and value life even more , only to be grateful for an ox later in life, then it is worth every cluck. Fugui¡¯s affectionate mother would always say, ¡°As long as you are happy in work, there is nothing to be ashamed of poverty.¡± Jiazhen gladly agrees too. But, in a world where the chicken is trampled without even a cackling sound by the gigantic ox, where does happiness thrive. Even though happiness blooms in the five fen candies Fugui gifted his only son, it vanishes the moment the lambs adorn the cooking pots of the communal dining hall. If poverty is nothing to be ashamed about, why does it then bring ignominy to the one that holds it? Why does the melodic resonance of money become a burden on one¡¯s back and remain long-lasting yearning of the trembling ears who once adored it heartily? Why only the moneyed do legitimatize ambitious dreams? Why is the virtuousness of poverty snatched by the pitiless rich? Why did the colossal Chinese political oxen trample the lowly rural folks? Why is it that ordinary folks were afraid to be ambitious? What made Fugui think that he could honour his ancestors when he was nobody but a big-headed buffoon, taking his privileges for granted? What made Fugui a decent man who righteously honoured his ancestors?
¡°This time¡±, I said to myself, ¡°I¡¯ve got to keep on living.¡±
Fugui knew he had to keep on living. Jiazhen told him so too and so did the disappearing lives that encircled Fugui. Fengxia¡¯s beautiful smile and Youquin¡¯s naivety gave Fugui the potency to keep on living. To live when bounded by the unfathomable torrents of death is a dreadful irony. Yu Hua¡¯s socialist realism novel which draws some of its inspiration ( Yu Hua¡¯s own words) from the American folk song ¡°Old Black Joe , is filled with sardonic incongruities. The rural folk of China; the poor peasants who faithfully marched alongside, initially with Chiang Kai-shek and then later with Chairman Mao were betrayed by the very own in whom they their well being was dependable. When the Nationalists commanded to bring the cannon, the poor walked onto the war front, when the Liberation Army walked into class warfare, farming lands were snatched, when the political leaders said smelting iron was profitable, pots from every kitchen seized and when officials asked for blood, every ounce was drained from the frail body. The Cultural Revolution became a playground of vengeance, hatred laced with bloodshed that played on the boundaries of human frailty. When the government asked the people to snatch, they snatched and when asked to donate, they gave till the final breath of their lives. The government officials and leaders were allowed to harbour sky soaring aspirations, whereas the ones for whom these political ambitions were employed were chastised for having dreams. In the dreams of Communism the common folk found credence and letting common folk to dream is what the Communist feared the most. Isn't it paradoxical in the most cold-blooded manner? The Chinese government in their quest to redeem the lost glory of their country had become vindictive master puppeteers pulling the strings of the poor rural folk as per as their egoistic fancy. Yu Hua narrows his swelling satire to ironies brimming through lives surviving in the Xu family household, wheeling the fundamental nature of the novel. Jiazhen¡¯s new found happiness in her impoverished life that was lost in her elite survival. Fugui cherishing a peaceful sleep at the end of his exhaustive and assiduous days is a far cry from his insomniac gambling and whoring days. Long-Er whose insatiability for a landowner class escalated in the House of Qing, dug its own grave. The whistle that the ¡®team leader¡¯ blew so fervently assigning the governmental tasks to the villagers became the frightful messenger of death. A fare of steamy hot buns was more formidable to the vacant belly than two violent bullets. The simple, coarse grain of rice became prized crystals shinning in the pot of boiling water. The brazen skin that had once taken pleasure in the softness of silk was repelled by the ¡°snot-like¡± fabric. Fate had become the biggest irony of all and Fugui its foremost angst-ridden victim.
Analogous to his other novel, Yu Hua exemplifies the significance of a strong familial infrastructure. In the course of Fugui¡¯s lifetime, family became his prime custody and most valued wealth. It was in the continuation of the modest family of four that both Fugui and Jiazhen found elation. Fugui¡¯s metamorphism from a callous patriarch to being a respectable, loving and conscientious father is noteworthy. Jiazhen is the quintessential enduring and sympathetic woman who is not only a devoted mother but an honourable wife who stayed with Fugui through the thick and thin. Yu Hua deeply focuses on the vulnerability of a father-son relationship that prospers through the chaotic tides of time. A family is forever traced through its ancestral roots and the subsequent kismet or calamity finds a way to trickle down in the residual future generations. This is the very reason due to which I find great fondness in Yu Hua¡¯s brilliant works. Every county, every street, every home is crammed with incalculable stories. Every personal version chronicled through powerfully diversified voices. Yu Hua releases these claustrophobic narratives of ordinary folk who are never able to find a worthy listening ear. Although average folks do not comprehend the nitty-gritty of egocentric political games yet they regrettably are the sole debt bearers of the pandemonium. Even so, these very people strongly establish their diligence and dignity in the midst of a thunderous societal revolution and virtuously wrestle the adversities while bleeding through the shards of their fate. Yu Hua lets the characters speak for themselves as they disentangle the psychological insights from their compactly meshed run of the mill personages.
¡°Fugui is a good ox. Of course he gets lazy sometimes, but even people drag their feet from time to time--- how can you expect an animal not to?..... I know when to make him work and when to let him rest. If I¡¯m tires then I know he must be tired too......¡±
Yu Hua creates a surreal bridge between man and beast. It is amusing to comprehend the heart of a man who once had meted animalistic treatment towards humans, now identifies with the suffering and anguish of an animal. The life of an ox becomes an imprinted metaphor for the human conditions prevailing during the era of China¡¯s political evolution. The oxen that strived throughout their tedious lives to the point of extreme exhaustion only to be slaughtered in their twilight years resembles the quandary of numerous lives that were slaughtered throughout the Chinese socio-political landscapes. The beloved lambs found no other compassionate owner than the young Youqing. In this ¡°coming-of- age¡± tale, where ripeness of life does not come through the numerical gradations of age, but through convoluted experiences and endeavours of survival; Yu Hua illustrates how vacillating providence and indecorous state of affairs bestow animalistic treatment on the living exposing the core of human shortcomings.
It is said that Yu Hua spent most of his childhood roaming in the hospital corridors (his father was a doctor and Yu Hua himself is a trained dentist), thus once again (similar to Chronicle of Blood Merchant) the hospital becomes a symbol of death and anguish, where the difference between animal and human is scrubbed away by shoddy and narcissistic medical conduct.
¡°The dead all want to keep on living. Here you are alive and kicking, you can¡¯t die........... Your life is given to you by your parents. If you don¡¯t want to live, you have to ask them first.¡±
The anonymous young traveller who patiently listened to Fugui among the breezy green fields recognized the zeal Fugui had for his life. Fugui could remember his past as clear as the water that ran through the fields. Never once did his aging memory falter as he recounted the excruciating steps of his living. Fugui loved his life, come what may. Like the crops he faithfully cultivated on his five mu field; he cultivated an undying love for life, even from its treacherous terrains. Living is the true gift of life. Even the dead desire to keep on living. The love for one¡¯s life, the love for one¡¯s family is what loosens the knot suffocating the neck. Staying alive and go on living isn't easy. Because, no matter how lucky a person is, the moment he decided he wants to die, there is nothing that can keep him alive. When a child is born with its very first cry, when the first rice sapling is born from its muddy womb; life is celebrated. The parents who hold the child, the farmer who takes pride in the first rice sapling; both of them seek life and not death. Then, Fugui is accurate when he says that when one wants to end life, one should ask for the parents¡¯ permission. For they have gifted the essence of life. And, when one¡¯s parents have been long dead, it is more the reason to be alive; to keep on living. To live is heroic. To love life is the true gift of living. Fugui was heroic and so were the members of the Xu family and the citizens of China who went on living with solemnity and vehemence throughout the tormented course of their country¡¯s historical labyrinth and, the numerous people who keep on living through dastardly circumstances. It is here that I paused with the spoon clanking on to the now empty bowl exhibiting the dried traces of relished rice porridge. The ant is tired now and looking at that industrious insect I mocked at my pettiness. When numerous Fuguis of the world could have the courage to find love for life, why do I sometimes deter from finding that bravery. All my empty stomach needed was a mere spoonful of the warm porridge to keep it from falling into gloomy sickness. All Fugui needed was to view splashes of death escaping his fate to gain the audacity to live. All Jiazhen needed was to be with her family every day to keep on living. All that was needed was the eternal love for life. I knew the ant would come back to bite me one day, but at that moment I was glad to see it run into the sunlight as I wiped away its starchy grave.
**[ The Xu family - actors playing the said roles in the namesake movie]
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September 28, 2018
?ok etkileyiciydi. Sade anlat?m?yla b¨¹y¨¹l¨¹yor, ?ylece kalakal?yorsun. Defalarca bo?az?m d¨¹?¨¹mlendi, hele o kan alma b?l¨¹m¨¹nde kitab? bir yerlere ?arpas?m geldi ama pek ?ok yerde de o naiflikten, g¨¹?l¨¹ ya?ama inanc?ndan, s?radan bir hayat?n basit ihtiya?lar?n?n sa?lanmas?n?n getirdi?i mutluluktan g¨¹l¨¹msedim, kalbim titredi.
Ya?ama ba?l?l?k ve en k?t¨¹ zamanlarda bile umutlu olma halini Platonov¡¯un Can¡¯?na ?ok benzettim. Orda da benzer bir duygudan beslenen ?ok g¨¹?l¨¹ bir hikaye vard?.
?lk Yu Hua okumamd?. Yedinci G¨¹n¡¯¨¹ Jaguar¡¯?n ?evirmi? olmamas?na ger?ekten ¨¹z¨¹ld¨¹m. Jaguar Kitap yeterince ?vmedi?imizi d¨¹?¨¹nd¨¹?¨¹m bir yay?nevi. Ger?ekten T¨¹rk?e¡¯ye, hem de orjinal dilinden ?ahane romanlar kazand?r?yor, inan?lmaz temiz i? ??kar?yorlar.
Ya?ama ba?l?l?k ve en k?t¨¹ zamanlarda bile umutlu olma halini Platonov¡¯un Can¡¯?na ?ok benzettim. Orda da benzer bir duygudan beslenen ?ok g¨¹?l¨¹ bir hikaye vard?.
?lk Yu Hua okumamd?. Yedinci G¨¹n¡¯¨¹ Jaguar¡¯?n ?evirmi? olmamas?na ger?ekten ¨¹z¨¹ld¨¹m. Jaguar Kitap yeterince ?vmedi?imizi d¨¹?¨¹nd¨¹?¨¹m bir yay?nevi. Ger?ekten T¨¹rk?e¡¯ye, hem de orjinal dilinden ?ahane romanlar kazand?r?yor, inan?lmaz temiz i? ??kar?yorlar.
December 26, 2018
?ok ilgin? bir kitap. "Hi?bir ?ey anlatmayarak ?ok ?ey anlatan kitaplardan" demek istiyor i?im ama durum ?yle hi? de de?il. "?ok ?ey anlat?p hi?bir ?ey anlatmamas?", zaten s?z konusu de?il. ?ok ?ey anlat?yor; ama san?r?m, i?inde de dedi?i gibi, son derece "s?radan" ?ekilde anlat?yor.
Hayat? roman olacak bir adam?n hayat?n? romanla?t?r?rken bu s?radanl??? korumak, bence i?. Tarihin g?z¨¹nden bak?l?nca en ?ok toz zerresi kadar ?nemli ya?amlar?m?za bu kadar b¨¹y¨¹k de?er atfetmek de bir tuhaf, evet. Ve yine de her ya?am, k?k¨¹ne dek de?erli. Garip ?eli?kiler bunlar.
Bir de, koca bir ya?am d¨¹?¨¹n¨¹l¨¹nce, mesela ?ok iyi bir evlili?in ilk y?llar?ndaki b¨¹y¨¹k sorunlar, evlili?in ellinci y?l?na gelindi?inde ne kadar ?nemli olabilir h?l?? Uzun ?l?ekten bakmay? ??renebilsek, belki ya?amlar?m?z ?ok daha de?erli olur galiba. Zira asl?nda hepimiz 36 pozluk analog bir foto?raf makinesiyiz, pozlar bitince yenisi gelmeyecek ve o y¨¹zden o kareyi ?ekerken on kez d¨¹?¨¹nmemiz gerekir ama... biz yine de pervas?zca bas?p duruyoruz deklan??re, 64 gigabyte yerimiz varm???as?na.
Dedim ya, ilgin? bir kitap. Duru ¨¹slubu sayesinde, insana d¨¹?¨¹nme f?rsat? veriyor.
Hayat? roman olacak bir adam?n hayat?n? romanla?t?r?rken bu s?radanl??? korumak, bence i?. Tarihin g?z¨¹nden bak?l?nca en ?ok toz zerresi kadar ?nemli ya?amlar?m?za bu kadar b¨¹y¨¹k de?er atfetmek de bir tuhaf, evet. Ve yine de her ya?am, k?k¨¹ne dek de?erli. Garip ?eli?kiler bunlar.
Bir de, koca bir ya?am d¨¹?¨¹n¨¹l¨¹nce, mesela ?ok iyi bir evlili?in ilk y?llar?ndaki b¨¹y¨¹k sorunlar, evlili?in ellinci y?l?na gelindi?inde ne kadar ?nemli olabilir h?l?? Uzun ?l?ekten bakmay? ??renebilsek, belki ya?amlar?m?z ?ok daha de?erli olur galiba. Zira asl?nda hepimiz 36 pozluk analog bir foto?raf makinesiyiz, pozlar bitince yenisi gelmeyecek ve o y¨¹zden o kareyi ?ekerken on kez d¨¹?¨¹nmemiz gerekir ama... biz yine de pervas?zca bas?p duruyoruz deklan??re, 64 gigabyte yerimiz varm???as?na.
Dedim ya, ilgin? bir kitap. Duru ¨¹slubu sayesinde, insana d¨¹?¨¹nme f?rsat? veriyor.
September 16, 2018
A spare and wrenching tale of rural life in China and the tragedies of one family¡¯s survival of the social and economic hardships associated with the Nationalist Revolution and later the Communist Cultural Revolution. There is a lot of similarity to ¡°The Good Earth¡±, but I liked it better for not feeling so much like a didactic morality tale. Written much later (1993) by a resident of modern China, it slips an almost absurdist, comic view of the mistakes and excesses of former regimes past the censors (although the movie based on the book was banned).
Fugui is the first-born son of a landowning family who makes a favorable marriage into a wealthy merchant family. But he pursues a dissolute life at the local town brothels and opium dens and loses all the family wealth and land at gambling. He turns to tenant farming and slowly wins back the love of his wife, and together they gain some self-respect raising a son and daughter in a hard-scrabble existence. But tragedies befall them, including Fugui¡¯s conscription into the Nationalist army fighting Mao. When he returns years later. Fugui picks up the pieces of his family and embraces the advent of collective farms. Ironically, their poverty saves them from the slaughter of the wealthy and educated during the Cultural Revolution. They comply with giving up their cooking pot in favor of use of a communal kitchen, but the attempt of smelt the metal for the government suffers from practical know-how, and the stupidity of state agricultural policies lead to a famine.
We know Fugui survives because the opening scene has him an old man, happily plowing his field with an old ox, stopping to tell his tale to an urban youth scouring the rural areas for a sociological harvest of stories and songs. His wisdom in the care of his ox and knowing its needs and limits makes for a lingering metaphor for the strength of the nation lying with the resilience and core human values of its rural people.
Fugui is the first-born son of a landowning family who makes a favorable marriage into a wealthy merchant family. But he pursues a dissolute life at the local town brothels and opium dens and loses all the family wealth and land at gambling. He turns to tenant farming and slowly wins back the love of his wife, and together they gain some self-respect raising a son and daughter in a hard-scrabble existence. But tragedies befall them, including Fugui¡¯s conscription into the Nationalist army fighting Mao. When he returns years later. Fugui picks up the pieces of his family and embraces the advent of collective farms. Ironically, their poverty saves them from the slaughter of the wealthy and educated during the Cultural Revolution. They comply with giving up their cooking pot in favor of use of a communal kitchen, but the attempt of smelt the metal for the government suffers from practical know-how, and the stupidity of state agricultural policies lead to a famine.
We know Fugui survives because the opening scene has him an old man, happily plowing his field with an old ox, stopping to tell his tale to an urban youth scouring the rural areas for a sociological harvest of stories and songs. His wisdom in the care of his ox and knowing its needs and limits makes for a lingering metaphor for the strength of the nation lying with the resilience and core human values of its rural people.
May 18, 2022
?in'de yasaklanan bu roman olduk?a sade bir dille yaz?lm??. hem ?ansl? hem ?anss?z bir hayat anlat?lan. toprak a?al???ndan i??ili?e, toprak devriminden a?l??a... devlet politikalar?n?n ?in'deki s?radan bir insan? ne h?le soktu?unu g?rd¨¹k?e asl?nda d¨¹nyadaki t¨¹m politikalar?n insan ya?am?n? de?ersizle?tirmekten ba?ka bir i?e yaramad???n? anl?yoruz.
yoksulluk ve a?l?kla s?nan?yor insanl?k.
anlat?lan a?l??? ya?amay?z umar?m demekten ba?ka bir ?ey gelmiyor insan?n i?inden :/
yoksulluk ve a?l?kla s?nan?yor insanl?k.
anlat?lan a?l??? ya?amay?z umar?m demekten ba?ka bir ?ey gelmiyor insan?n i?inden :/
March 24, 2017
?in¡¯de o d?nemde ger?ekten ya?anm?? olabilece?ini d¨¹?¨¹nebilmeme ra?men kitab?n i?eri?indeki ac? beni ¨¹zmek yerine ?fkelendirdi. Tek derdi ya?amak olan insanlar?n bu kadar ac? ?ekmesi insan? k?zd?rmayacak gibi de?il.
Nas?l yap?yor bilmiyorum ama kitap inan?lmaz bir ?ekilde i?ine ?ekiyor sizi. Dilinin sade, c¨¹mlelerin k?sa ve do?rudan anlat?m?n?n etkisi oldu?unu d¨¹?¨¹n¨¹yorum. Sadece bir yerdeki ?eviri hatas? -anneanne yerine babaanne denilmi?- benim g?z¨¹me batt? biraz ama onun d??anda olduk?a ba?ar?l?.
Nas?l yap?yor bilmiyorum ama kitap inan?lmaz bir ?ekilde i?ine ?ekiyor sizi. Dilinin sade, c¨¹mlelerin k?sa ve do?rudan anlat?m?n?n etkisi oldu?unu d¨¹?¨¹n¨¹yorum. Sadece bir yerdeki ?eviri hatas? -anneanne yerine babaanne denilmi?- benim g?z¨¹me batt? biraz ama onun d??anda olduk?a ba?ar?l?.
February 25, 2021
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December 2, 2017
First off, I want to thank my friend Issa for recommending this book to me. Secondly, in order for me to rate a book as five stars, it has to be well-written, grip me, intrigue me and touch my heart. This book did all this.
Sad, tragic tale of a Chinese man who went from being an irresponsible, insensitive man of inherited wealth, to one who experienced hard labor, the loss of everything he had, including all that he loved and cherished. I felt like crying and laughing along with the main character. This story moved me.
Sad, tragic tale of a Chinese man who went from being an irresponsible, insensitive man of inherited wealth, to one who experienced hard labor, the loss of everything he had, including all that he loved and cherished. I felt like crying and laughing along with the main character. This story moved me.
July 21, 2024
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August 20, 2021
3.5
This was an interesting read. At first, I found the writing playful, but I couldn¡¯t attach to it, couldn¡¯t get inside the world of the novel. It¡¯s structured so that we briefly follow a young male narrator who happens upon an old man. The young man¡¯s POV is told to us in italics, intermittently throughout. The old man¡¯s story is the heart of the novel. Because of this, it feels like a story being told - yes, well told - but told, rather than shown.
A book that spans Chinese history from the Second Sino-Japanese war starting in the 1930s, to the civil war between the Nationalist and Communist parties, to the Cultural Revolution of the 1960s in under 200 pages is one that doesn¡¯t bring the reader into real time all that much. And yet¡ there were times when I felt pure joy reading about Fugui¡¯s life, with all its simple pleasures and devastating losses. It focuses on one family (from when Fugui was a child to the birth of his grandson), and the effects of historical events on this family (Land Reform, The Great Leap Forward, The Great Chinese Famine, etc.). It¡¯s interesting to see how the family becomes part of different economic classes at different points in history due to personal choices or political climate.
I recently read A Swim in a Pond in the Rain, which contains short stories by Chekhov, Tolstoy, Turgenev, and Gogol, and I felt like the novella, To Live, complemented the reading of those Russian stories. There was something about the smallness and simplicity of life, with its inevitable drama, coupled with the experience of living under a Communist government, that felt similar.
This was an interesting read. At first, I found the writing playful, but I couldn¡¯t attach to it, couldn¡¯t get inside the world of the novel. It¡¯s structured so that we briefly follow a young male narrator who happens upon an old man. The young man¡¯s POV is told to us in italics, intermittently throughout. The old man¡¯s story is the heart of the novel. Because of this, it feels like a story being told - yes, well told - but told, rather than shown.
A book that spans Chinese history from the Second Sino-Japanese war starting in the 1930s, to the civil war between the Nationalist and Communist parties, to the Cultural Revolution of the 1960s in under 200 pages is one that doesn¡¯t bring the reader into real time all that much. And yet¡ there were times when I felt pure joy reading about Fugui¡¯s life, with all its simple pleasures and devastating losses. It focuses on one family (from when Fugui was a child to the birth of his grandson), and the effects of historical events on this family (Land Reform, The Great Leap Forward, The Great Chinese Famine, etc.). It¡¯s interesting to see how the family becomes part of different economic classes at different points in history due to personal choices or political climate.
I recently read A Swim in a Pond in the Rain, which contains short stories by Chekhov, Tolstoy, Turgenev, and Gogol, and I felt like the novella, To Live, complemented the reading of those Russian stories. There was something about the smallness and simplicity of life, with its inevitable drama, coupled with the experience of living under a Communist government, that felt similar.
February 2, 2022
"Bir an i?imde, r¨¹zg?rda dalgalanan otlar gibi, uzak diyarlar?n sessiz k?m?lt?s?n? hissettim."
(s.186)
Uzakta dalgalanan otlar ?imdi dima??mda. Hissediyorum Fugui'nin ac?s?n?. Hay?r asl?nda, hissetmemiz m¨¹mk¨¹n de?il. Hay?r diyorum kendime, ¨¹z¨¹lmemelisin bu bir roman neticede. Ancak ba?aram?yorum ¨¹z¨¹lmemeyi. G?zlerimi silmekten okuyam?yorum baz? yerlerde. Bu kadar etkilenece?imi hi? beklemezdim.
?ocukken okudu?um baz? romanlardan da b?yle etkilendiklerim olmu?tu. O zaman bir k?yden kasabadaki bir okula ta??mal? e?itimle giderdim. O okulun bodrum kat?nda, parmakl?kl? bir kap? ile girilebilen ama olduk?a b¨¹y¨¹k bir k¨¹t¨¹phanesi vard?. O zamanlar o k¨¹t¨¹phaneden ald???m romanlar?n ne olduklar?n? pek ?ok zaman al?rken bilemezdim, ancak evde yorgan?m? ¨¹zerime ?ekip okurken baz?lar? o kadar ?ok etkilerdi ki beni; ?ocuk hayal g¨¹c¨¹mle kar???nca b¨¹t¨¹n desenler ger?ek, b¨¹t¨¹n ac?lar ger?ek olurdu. ?simlerini hat?rlamad???m say?s?z roman...
Uzun zaman sonra pek az kitaptan ald?m ayn? lezzeti. Lisede okudu?um , yak?n zamanlarda okudu?um ve gibi nadir kitaplar d???nda. ??te bu kitapta da o lezzeti ald?m okurken.
Scott Peck, kitab?nda "Ya?am zordur, bu y¨¹ce bir ger?ektir" diyordu. Evet bu kitap ya?am?n ger?ek y¨¹z¨¹n¨¹ oldu?u gibi vurmu? y¨¹z¨¹m¨¹ze.
Anlat?lanlar ger?ek mi kurgu mu bilmem. Ne yazar? ara?t?racak zaman?m oldu, ne de kitab?n hikayesini. Ancak muhakkak ki say?s?z Fugui ve say?s?z benzer hikaye ya?and? yery¨¹z¨¹nde, ve ya?anmaya devam edecek.
Ac?d? y¨¹re?im, kalbim varm?? demek ki!
?lkemiz okuru kendisinde g¨¹?l¨¹ duygular uyand?ran eserleri sever. Sinemada filmler ya a?latmal? ya da g¨¹ld¨¹rmelidir. Edebiyatta da b?yle. Ancak ben buna her zaman ?nem vermem. Okurken g?zya?lar?m? tutamad???m ba?ka eserler de oldu ancak hepsi iyiydi diyemem. Bazen okurda g¨¹?l¨¹ bir tesir b?raks?n diye eser habire zorlar durur yazar. Ancak bu kitap, bu kitap bir ba?ka.
Bu kitap ya?ama tutunmaya ?al??an sazlar gibi insanlar?n, insanc?klar?n kendilerinden kuvvetli g¨¹?ler alt?nda savrulup durmalar? ve ufac?k ?eylerden zorla mutluluk dev?irmelerini anlat?yor. O kadar zor ki ya?amak, o kadar g¨¹?l¨¹ olmak gerek ki!
Evinde oturmu?, ?ay?n? i?erek bilgisayar oynayan bir gen? belki de fark?nda de?il bunun; veya bir gece kul¨¹b¨¹nde e?lenen birisi. Ancak neticede bir ?ey var ki yakal?yor herkesi, ?l¨¹m ger?e?i. ?l¨¹m¨¹ nas?l unutabiliriz ki? Ancak umut... Umutla i?te, ve ?yle ki;
"Umudumuzu yitirirsek nas?l ya?ard?k?" (s.117)
Jaguar Kitap yay?nlar? beni ?a??rtmad?. Daha ?nce isimli ?ahane bir eserlerini okumu?tum. Belli ki se?ici bir yay?nevi. Bu y?lki okuma plan?mda iki kitap daha var listemde Jaguar Kitap'tan. Belki de b¨¹t¨¹n bast?klar? okunacaklar aras?na almal?y?m bu yay?nevini de!
Ben burada ne s?ylesem bo?a. Siz okuyunca neden b?yle oldu?unu anlayacaks?n?z.
"O g¨¹n ?afak s?kene kadar g¨¹l¨¹?¨¹p a?la?t?k; ..." (s.178)
Ya?am i?te.
M. Baran
15.01.2021
Ankara
Bir de ?ark? b?rakay?m: The Deep Dark Woods - The Place I Left Behind
Uzakta dalgalanan otlar ?imdi dima??mda. Hissediyorum Fugui'nin ac?s?n?. Hay?r asl?nda, hissetmemiz m¨¹mk¨¹n de?il. Hay?r diyorum kendime, ¨¹z¨¹lmemelisin bu bir roman neticede. Ancak ba?aram?yorum ¨¹z¨¹lmemeyi. G?zlerimi silmekten okuyam?yorum baz? yerlerde. Bu kadar etkilenece?imi hi? beklemezdim.
?ocukken okudu?um baz? romanlardan da b?yle etkilendiklerim olmu?tu. O zaman bir k?yden kasabadaki bir okula ta??mal? e?itimle giderdim. O okulun bodrum kat?nda, parmakl?kl? bir kap? ile girilebilen ama olduk?a b¨¹y¨¹k bir k¨¹t¨¹phanesi vard?. O zamanlar o k¨¹t¨¹phaneden ald???m romanlar?n ne olduklar?n? pek ?ok zaman al?rken bilemezdim, ancak evde yorgan?m? ¨¹zerime ?ekip okurken baz?lar? o kadar ?ok etkilerdi ki beni; ?ocuk hayal g¨¹c¨¹mle kar???nca b¨¹t¨¹n desenler ger?ek, b¨¹t¨¹n ac?lar ger?ek olurdu. ?simlerini hat?rlamad???m say?s?z roman...
Uzun zaman sonra pek az kitaptan ald?m ayn? lezzeti. Lisede okudu?um , yak?n zamanlarda okudu?um ve gibi nadir kitaplar d???nda. ??te bu kitapta da o lezzeti ald?m okurken.
Scott Peck, kitab?nda "Ya?am zordur, bu y¨¹ce bir ger?ektir" diyordu. Evet bu kitap ya?am?n ger?ek y¨¹z¨¹n¨¹ oldu?u gibi vurmu? y¨¹z¨¹m¨¹ze.
Anlat?lanlar ger?ek mi kurgu mu bilmem. Ne yazar? ara?t?racak zaman?m oldu, ne de kitab?n hikayesini. Ancak muhakkak ki say?s?z Fugui ve say?s?z benzer hikaye ya?and? yery¨¹z¨¹nde, ve ya?anmaya devam edecek.
Ac?d? y¨¹re?im, kalbim varm?? demek ki!
?lkemiz okuru kendisinde g¨¹?l¨¹ duygular uyand?ran eserleri sever. Sinemada filmler ya a?latmal? ya da g¨¹ld¨¹rmelidir. Edebiyatta da b?yle. Ancak ben buna her zaman ?nem vermem. Okurken g?zya?lar?m? tutamad???m ba?ka eserler de oldu ancak hepsi iyiydi diyemem. Bazen okurda g¨¹?l¨¹ bir tesir b?raks?n diye eser habire zorlar durur yazar. Ancak bu kitap, bu kitap bir ba?ka.
Bu kitap ya?ama tutunmaya ?al??an sazlar gibi insanlar?n, insanc?klar?n kendilerinden kuvvetli g¨¹?ler alt?nda savrulup durmalar? ve ufac?k ?eylerden zorla mutluluk dev?irmelerini anlat?yor. O kadar zor ki ya?amak, o kadar g¨¹?l¨¹ olmak gerek ki!
Evinde oturmu?, ?ay?n? i?erek bilgisayar oynayan bir gen? belki de fark?nda de?il bunun; veya bir gece kul¨¹b¨¹nde e?lenen birisi. Ancak neticede bir ?ey var ki yakal?yor herkesi, ?l¨¹m ger?e?i. ?l¨¹m¨¹ nas?l unutabiliriz ki? Ancak umut... Umutla i?te, ve ?yle ki;
"Umudumuzu yitirirsek nas?l ya?ard?k?" (s.117)
Jaguar Kitap yay?nlar? beni ?a??rtmad?. Daha ?nce isimli ?ahane bir eserlerini okumu?tum. Belli ki se?ici bir yay?nevi. Bu y?lki okuma plan?mda iki kitap daha var listemde Jaguar Kitap'tan. Belki de b¨¹t¨¹n bast?klar? okunacaklar aras?na almal?y?m bu yay?nevini de!
Ben burada ne s?ylesem bo?a. Siz okuyunca neden b?yle oldu?unu anlayacaks?n?z.
"O g¨¹n ?afak s?kene kadar g¨¹l¨¹?¨¹p a?la?t?k; ..." (s.178)
Ya?am i?te.
M. Baran
15.01.2021
Ankara
Bir de ?ark? b?rakay?m: The Deep Dark Woods - The Place I Left Behind
March 27, 2017
Ya?amak, hep ya?amak, ne olursa olsun.
Fugui ger?ekti, ba??na gelenler belki ?ok fazlayd? ama o ?l¨¹mler ger?ekti. ?ekilen ac?lar?n ger?ekli?i bazen ?ok a??r geldi bana. Kimi yerinde g?zlerimden ya?lar akt?. Ama gene de ya?amakt?. Ne kadar ufak sorunlar?m?z y¨¹z¨¹nden hayat?n adaletsizli?inden dem vuruyoruz. Bu olaylar hep birilerinin ba??ndan ge?ti ve onlar devam etti. ?yi ki b?yle yazarlar var ve b?yle romanlar yaz?yorlar. Uzun s¨¹re etkisinden ??kamayaca??m.
Fugui ger?ekti, ba??na gelenler belki ?ok fazlayd? ama o ?l¨¹mler ger?ekti. ?ekilen ac?lar?n ger?ekli?i bazen ?ok a??r geldi bana. Kimi yerinde g?zlerimden ya?lar akt?. Ama gene de ya?amakt?. Ne kadar ufak sorunlar?m?z y¨¹z¨¹nden hayat?n adaletsizli?inden dem vuruyoruz. Bu olaylar hep birilerinin ba??ndan ge?ti ve onlar devam etti. ?yi ki b?yle yazarlar var ve b?yle romanlar yaz?yorlar. Uzun s¨¹re etkisinden ??kamayaca??m.
March 10, 2022
Fugui'nin ac?kl? hayat?n? okumak, bir yandan da ?in tarihi hakk?nda ?nemli ?eyler ??renmek ?ok g¨¹zel bir deneyimdi benim i?in.
Fugui'nin ya?ad??? hazin olaylar, insan? mahvedebilecek sulu bir duygusall?kla aktar?lsayd? okurun duygular?n? y?nlendiren bir hikaye ??kard? ortaya. Hua, bunun yerine bize yal?n bir ger?eklik sunuyor ve bu bizi san?lan?n aksine uzak, nesnel bir mesafeye de?il, kendi ?znel yak?nl???m?z? kurabilece?iniz ?zel bir a??ya ta??yor.
Hikayeye diledi?iniz gibi bak?p diledi?iniz dersi, tad?, bilgiyi, duyguyu alabiliyorsunuz.
Fugui'nin ya?ad??? hazin olaylar, insan? mahvedebilecek sulu bir duygusall?kla aktar?lsayd? okurun duygular?n? y?nlendiren bir hikaye ??kard? ortaya. Hua, bunun yerine bize yal?n bir ger?eklik sunuyor ve bu bizi san?lan?n aksine uzak, nesnel bir mesafeye de?il, kendi ?znel yak?nl???m?z? kurabilece?iniz ?zel bir a??ya ta??yor.
Hikayeye diledi?iniz gibi bak?p diledi?iniz dersi, tad?, bilgiyi, duyguyu alabiliyorsunuz.
July 10, 2017
Jaguar'?n mottosu "Mutlu az?nl??a", bunun arkas?nda durmak i?in de ger?ekten ?zenli ?al???yorlar, bu da benim i?in son ?rne?i oldu.
Fugui dededen zengin bir adamken bir anda her ?eyini kaybeden, ?in'in rejimsel reform s¨¹recinin karma?as?n?n i?inde bir ?ekilde hayatta kalan ve ya?am hikayesini payla?an anlat?c? dedemiz. Hikaye ac? ve yokluk dolu.
Kitap terc¨¹mesi yine orijinalinden(?ince'den) ve yine T¨¹rk?e'de tam kar??l??? olmayan kelimeler ?evirmenin en yak?n buldu?unu kullanmas? yerine orijinali tutulup bir paragraf dipnot eklenmi?-yani en sevdi?imiz-.
Fugui'nin ya?am hikayesinin ac? ve yokluk dolu oldu?unu s?ylemi?tim ancak Yu Hua bunu ?yle duru bir dille anlatm?? ki asla melodrama ka?t???n? d¨¹?¨¹nd¨¹rtmeden o sona ula?t?k.
Bu benim yazarla tan??ma kitab?md? ve mutlaka okumaya devam edece?im.
Fugui dededen zengin bir adamken bir anda her ?eyini kaybeden, ?in'in rejimsel reform s¨¹recinin karma?as?n?n i?inde bir ?ekilde hayatta kalan ve ya?am hikayesini payla?an anlat?c? dedemiz. Hikaye ac? ve yokluk dolu.
Kitap terc¨¹mesi yine orijinalinden(?ince'den) ve yine T¨¹rk?e'de tam kar??l??? olmayan kelimeler ?evirmenin en yak?n buldu?unu kullanmas? yerine orijinali tutulup bir paragraf dipnot eklenmi?-yani en sevdi?imiz-.
Fugui'nin ya?am hikayesinin ac? ve yokluk dolu oldu?unu s?ylemi?tim ancak Yu Hua bunu ?yle duru bir dille anlatm?? ki asla melodrama ka?t???n? d¨¹?¨¹nd¨¹rtmeden o sona ula?t?k.
Bu benim yazarla tan??ma kitab?md? ve mutlaka okumaya devam edece?im.
December 16, 2022
"Omul nu trebuie sa uite patru lucruri: sa nu zica vorbe neadevarate, sa nu doarma in patul altuia, sa nu calce alt prag si sa nu-si vare mana in alt buzunar."
"Yu Hua este un Hemingway chinez" scria 'Le Monde' despre autor. Este unul dintre cei mai cititi scriitori chinezi contemporani si primul care a primit James Joyce Award in 2002. Initial a profesat ca dentist insa a renuntat ca sa se dedice scrisului. Are numeroase romane pentru care a primit distinctii nationale si internationale cum ar fi: "Strigate in ploaie", "Cronica unui negustor de sange", "A saptea zi" si "Fratii".
Romanul "Huozhe" a aparut in 1993 si initial a fost interzis. Este inclus pe lista celor 10 cele mai influente carti din China. S-a vandut in milioane de exemplare fiind un adevarat fenomen editorial. Ecranizarea sa a castigat Marele Premiu al Juriului de la Cannes in 1994.
In ceea ce priveste actiunea il avem in prim plan pe Xu Fugui care este si naratorul cartii. Aflam povestea lui si anume ca se trage dintr-o familie bogata cu multe pamanturi. El este insa un netrebnic si risipitor si in ciuda faptului ca a luat de sotie o fata cu stare traieste o viata plina de huzur care il va duce la sapa de lemn.
Xu ne povesteste pataniile sale amuzante, pline de ironie si tafna, supravietuind regimului lui Chiang Kai-Shek in fruntea partidului nationalist, apoi venirii la putere a partidului comunist si a lui Mao Zedong, Marelui Salt Inainte, Revolutiei Culturale a doamnei Mao si mai apoi perioadei care a urmat dupa moartea lui Mao Zedong.
Protagonistul este usor de indragit fiind un povestitor spumos, autoironic, sincer si care spune adevarul fara perdea din vasta lui experienta de viata in care a fost incercat, fiind un adevarat supravietuitor al comunismului, bolii, razboiului, mortii, foametei si in general al greutatilor vietii.
Romanul este plin de intamplari si fraze care oglindesc intelepciunea chineza cum ar fi "pilda cu bolul de mancare a nevestei lui Fugui" de la pagina 18: vazand ca sotul ei merge si la alte femei, sotia sa plina de intelepciune il primeste zambitoare la cina si ii propune mai multe feluri de mancare. Desi fiecare bol contine altceva toate au la fund o bucatica de carne de porc. Prin asta doreste sa-i sugereze ca desi aparent femeile sunt diferite, in esenta toate au acelasi lucru de oferit.
O alta pilda din care putem trage invataminte si pe care am numit-o "pilda cu puiul" se afla la pagina 36 si cuprinde vorbele tatalui lui Fugui care i-a spus ca demult stramosii sai n-au avut la inceput decat un singur pui. Dupa ce a crescut acesta s-a facut gasca, apoi s-a facut capra si capra s-a facut vaca. Asa au ajuns ei bogati. Cand insa toate acestea au incaput pe mainile lui Fugui s-au desfacut si acum nici puiul nu-l mai au.
In incheiere va recomand romanul care desi prezinta viata rurala a Chinei cu obiceiurile taranilor care lucreaza pamantul si au grija de animale ne trece prin foarte diverse stari emotionale din care putem invata multe. Si poate ca din cauza experientelor din liceu nu ne este pe plac un asemenea roman care are in centru viata satenilor, insa un asemenea realism poate fi indragit prin persoana lui Fugui, un narator foarte reusit care nu focalizeaza atat de mult asupra saraciei, necazurilor, lipsurilor si pare ca isi depaseste conditia de taran. Iata si cateva citate care scot in evidenta felul in care chinezii vad viata:
"Boii sunt facuti sa are pamantul, cainii sa pazeasca ograda, calugarii sa ceara de pomana, cocosii sa vesteasca zorii si femeile sa teasa."
"Femeile cu bani se iau cu barbati cu bani, pun banii unii peste altii si banii curg si zornaie."
"Jocurile de noroc se bazeaza pe maini si pe ochi; ochii trebuie sa fie ca de pasare rapitoare si mainile la fel de alunecoase ca pestii-n apa."
"Imparatul si daca cerseste tot imparat ramane, mi-a raspuns el. Si fara bani, tot stapan ai ramas."
"Cata vreme se bucura ca traieste, omul nu se teme de saracie."
"Eu nu ma mai gandesc la cine stie ce noroc, nu mai vreau decat sa-ti pot face cate o pereche de sandale noi in fiecare an. Am inteles ce voia sa spuna: spera sa nu ne mai despartim niciodata. "
"Cand le vine vremea sa se marite, femeilor li se pare totul firesc si rad la toate cele pe care le aud."
"Mai bine sa ai o viata obisnuita, ca daca te lupti tot timpul pentru una sau pentru alta, termini prin a plati chiar cu viata."
"Yu Hua este un Hemingway chinez" scria 'Le Monde' despre autor. Este unul dintre cei mai cititi scriitori chinezi contemporani si primul care a primit James Joyce Award in 2002. Initial a profesat ca dentist insa a renuntat ca sa se dedice scrisului. Are numeroase romane pentru care a primit distinctii nationale si internationale cum ar fi: "Strigate in ploaie", "Cronica unui negustor de sange", "A saptea zi" si "Fratii".
Romanul "Huozhe" a aparut in 1993 si initial a fost interzis. Este inclus pe lista celor 10 cele mai influente carti din China. S-a vandut in milioane de exemplare fiind un adevarat fenomen editorial. Ecranizarea sa a castigat Marele Premiu al Juriului de la Cannes in 1994.
In ceea ce priveste actiunea il avem in prim plan pe Xu Fugui care este si naratorul cartii. Aflam povestea lui si anume ca se trage dintr-o familie bogata cu multe pamanturi. El este insa un netrebnic si risipitor si in ciuda faptului ca a luat de sotie o fata cu stare traieste o viata plina de huzur care il va duce la sapa de lemn.
Xu ne povesteste pataniile sale amuzante, pline de ironie si tafna, supravietuind regimului lui Chiang Kai-Shek in fruntea partidului nationalist, apoi venirii la putere a partidului comunist si a lui Mao Zedong, Marelui Salt Inainte, Revolutiei Culturale a doamnei Mao si mai apoi perioadei care a urmat dupa moartea lui Mao Zedong.
Protagonistul este usor de indragit fiind un povestitor spumos, autoironic, sincer si care spune adevarul fara perdea din vasta lui experienta de viata in care a fost incercat, fiind un adevarat supravietuitor al comunismului, bolii, razboiului, mortii, foametei si in general al greutatilor vietii.
Romanul este plin de intamplari si fraze care oglindesc intelepciunea chineza cum ar fi "pilda cu bolul de mancare a nevestei lui Fugui" de la pagina 18: vazand ca sotul ei merge si la alte femei, sotia sa plina de intelepciune il primeste zambitoare la cina si ii propune mai multe feluri de mancare. Desi fiecare bol contine altceva toate au la fund o bucatica de carne de porc. Prin asta doreste sa-i sugereze ca desi aparent femeile sunt diferite, in esenta toate au acelasi lucru de oferit.
O alta pilda din care putem trage invataminte si pe care am numit-o "pilda cu puiul" se afla la pagina 36 si cuprinde vorbele tatalui lui Fugui care i-a spus ca demult stramosii sai n-au avut la inceput decat un singur pui. Dupa ce a crescut acesta s-a facut gasca, apoi s-a facut capra si capra s-a facut vaca. Asa au ajuns ei bogati. Cand insa toate acestea au incaput pe mainile lui Fugui s-au desfacut si acum nici puiul nu-l mai au.
In incheiere va recomand romanul care desi prezinta viata rurala a Chinei cu obiceiurile taranilor care lucreaza pamantul si au grija de animale ne trece prin foarte diverse stari emotionale din care putem invata multe. Si poate ca din cauza experientelor din liceu nu ne este pe plac un asemenea roman care are in centru viata satenilor, insa un asemenea realism poate fi indragit prin persoana lui Fugui, un narator foarte reusit care nu focalizeaza atat de mult asupra saraciei, necazurilor, lipsurilor si pare ca isi depaseste conditia de taran. Iata si cateva citate care scot in evidenta felul in care chinezii vad viata:
"Boii sunt facuti sa are pamantul, cainii sa pazeasca ograda, calugarii sa ceara de pomana, cocosii sa vesteasca zorii si femeile sa teasa."
"Femeile cu bani se iau cu barbati cu bani, pun banii unii peste altii si banii curg si zornaie."
"Jocurile de noroc se bazeaza pe maini si pe ochi; ochii trebuie sa fie ca de pasare rapitoare si mainile la fel de alunecoase ca pestii-n apa."
"Imparatul si daca cerseste tot imparat ramane, mi-a raspuns el. Si fara bani, tot stapan ai ramas."
"Cata vreme se bucura ca traieste, omul nu se teme de saracie."
"Eu nu ma mai gandesc la cine stie ce noroc, nu mai vreau decat sa-ti pot face cate o pereche de sandale noi in fiecare an. Am inteles ce voia sa spuna: spera sa nu ne mai despartim niciodata. "
"Cand le vine vremea sa se marite, femeilor li se pare totul firesc si rad la toate cele pe care le aud."
"Mai bine sa ai o viata obisnuita, ca daca te lupti tot timpul pentru una sau pentru alta, termini prin a plati chiar cu viata."
February 6, 2021
Ben bu kitab? ?ok sevdim yahu!
Ayn? sayfada, ayn? paragrafta hatta ayn? c¨¹mle i?erisinde g¨¹l¨¹mserken yeri geldi?inde kahkaha atarken bir anda h¨¹z¨¹nlenebiliyorsunuz biraz ?nce att???n?z kahkahan?n mahcubiyetiyle. Sefaletin yaratt??? ?aresizlikten nefesinizin kesildi?i, bo?uldu?unuzu sand???n?z anlar; biraz ?nceki tebess¨¹m¨¹n¨¹zden ?ok uzakta olmayabiliyor. Hemen arkas?ndan da yine utanga? bir g¨¹l¨¹mseme. Can?n?zdan can kopan, lime lime oldu?unuz bir an bundan ?ok da uzakta de?il ama! Buradaki esas maharet ise t¨¹m bu anlat?lanlar?n ak?c?l?kta zerre tekleme olmadan, bildi?imiz t¨¹m fizik kurallar?n? alt ¨¹st ederek, ya?anabilmesi! Kalemine, bileklerine m¨¹thi? bir hakimiyet! Ayn? zamanda hikayesine de. ?stisna yazarlar?m hari? bi?im-i?erik uyumunu hep ?nemsemi?imdir. Burada da bu uyum a??s?ndan aksi bir durum s?z konusu de?il (ha?a!), de?il ama heyhat! Kitab? okurken Yu Hua ne yazarsa yazs?n konudan ba??ms?z okuma iste?i olu?tu bende. Olaylar? g?zlemleme, ele alma ve bunu duru nefis bir dille aktarabilme kapasitesi & kabiliyeti muazzam!
Tam yeri gelmi?ken ?ince bir eserden b?ylesi bir tad alabilmemizi sa?layan Bahar K?l?? Han?mefendiye ne demeli peki?
Kitap kimbilir ne anlat?yor bahseden yok!? Kitaptaki her bir karakteri ayr? ayr? ?ok sevmeme ve ba? kurmama ra?men -k¨¹?¨¹k Youqing ve kuzular? ba?ta olmak ¨¹zere ??- ?nceli?im i?erik de?il. Onun i?in detaylar?na girmiyorum toprak sahibi zengin bir aileden gelip var? yo?u hi? ettikten sonra yokluk i?inde ge?en, bu s¨¹re?te ?in'deki 2 rejim de?i?ikli?ine ?ok yak?ndan tan?kl?k ediyoruz, Fugui¡¯nin ve ailesinin zorlu hayatta kalma/kalamama ser¨¹venine. ?unu payla?abilirim sadece: ¡°Ya?amak¡±?n bu kadar g¨¹? adeta tesad¨¹f, -insan hayat?na de?er verilmeyen t¨¹m ¨¹lkelerde ge?erli olan bizim de ?ok iyi bildi?imiz ?in¡¯e mahsus olmayan bu durum- ?l¨¹m¨¹n bu kadar basit -adeta pamuk ipli?ine ba?l?- oldu?u pektir ¨¹zerinde kafa yordu?um bir konu de?ildi. Kan?ksamak ne ac?! L¨¹tfen bu durumu kan?ksamayal?m ve bu reflekslerimizi kaybetmeye ba?lad???m?zda kulaklar?m?zdan tutup bizi sarsacak kitaplar?m?za s?k? s?k? sar?lal?m!
Hararetle tavsiye etti?im ama kitab?n co?ku ve heyecan?yla tam olarak anlatmay? da beceremedi?im (biraz demlendirip geleydim) bu can?m kitaba dair laflar?m?, sizi bu eseri sepetinize eklemekten daha fazla al? koymamak ad?na, nispeten yumu?ak bir al?nt?yla sonland?r?yorum,
(Yine g¨¹ld¨¹m, Allah affetsin ?)
¡°Mutlu Az?nl??a!¡° ???
Ayn? sayfada, ayn? paragrafta hatta ayn? c¨¹mle i?erisinde g¨¹l¨¹mserken yeri geldi?inde kahkaha atarken bir anda h¨¹z¨¹nlenebiliyorsunuz biraz ?nce att???n?z kahkahan?n mahcubiyetiyle. Sefaletin yaratt??? ?aresizlikten nefesinizin kesildi?i, bo?uldu?unuzu sand???n?z anlar; biraz ?nceki tebess¨¹m¨¹n¨¹zden ?ok uzakta olmayabiliyor. Hemen arkas?ndan da yine utanga? bir g¨¹l¨¹mseme. Can?n?zdan can kopan, lime lime oldu?unuz bir an bundan ?ok da uzakta de?il ama! Buradaki esas maharet ise t¨¹m bu anlat?lanlar?n ak?c?l?kta zerre tekleme olmadan, bildi?imiz t¨¹m fizik kurallar?n? alt ¨¹st ederek, ya?anabilmesi! Kalemine, bileklerine m¨¹thi? bir hakimiyet! Ayn? zamanda hikayesine de. ?stisna yazarlar?m hari? bi?im-i?erik uyumunu hep ?nemsemi?imdir. Burada da bu uyum a??s?ndan aksi bir durum s?z konusu de?il (ha?a!), de?il ama heyhat! Kitab? okurken Yu Hua ne yazarsa yazs?n konudan ba??ms?z okuma iste?i olu?tu bende. Olaylar? g?zlemleme, ele alma ve bunu duru nefis bir dille aktarabilme kapasitesi & kabiliyeti muazzam!
Tam yeri gelmi?ken ?ince bir eserden b?ylesi bir tad alabilmemizi sa?layan Bahar K?l?? Han?mefendiye ne demeli peki?
Kitap kimbilir ne anlat?yor bahseden yok!? Kitaptaki her bir karakteri ayr? ayr? ?ok sevmeme ve ba? kurmama ra?men -k¨¹?¨¹k Youqing ve kuzular? ba?ta olmak ¨¹zere ??- ?nceli?im i?erik de?il. Onun i?in detaylar?na girmiyorum toprak sahibi zengin bir aileden gelip var? yo?u hi? ettikten sonra yokluk i?inde ge?en, bu s¨¹re?te ?in'deki 2 rejim de?i?ikli?ine ?ok yak?ndan tan?kl?k ediyoruz, Fugui¡¯nin ve ailesinin zorlu hayatta kalma/kalamama ser¨¹venine. ?unu payla?abilirim sadece: ¡°Ya?amak¡±?n bu kadar g¨¹? adeta tesad¨¹f, -insan hayat?na de?er verilmeyen t¨¹m ¨¹lkelerde ge?erli olan bizim de ?ok iyi bildi?imiz ?in¡¯e mahsus olmayan bu durum- ?l¨¹m¨¹n bu kadar basit -adeta pamuk ipli?ine ba?l?- oldu?u pektir ¨¹zerinde kafa yordu?um bir konu de?ildi. Kan?ksamak ne ac?! L¨¹tfen bu durumu kan?ksamayal?m ve bu reflekslerimizi kaybetmeye ba?lad???m?zda kulaklar?m?zdan tutup bizi sarsacak kitaplar?m?za s?k? s?k? sar?lal?m!
Hararetle tavsiye etti?im ama kitab?n co?ku ve heyecan?yla tam olarak anlatmay? da beceremedi?im (biraz demlendirip geleydim) bu can?m kitaba dair laflar?m?, sizi bu eseri sepetinize eklemekten daha fazla al? koymamak ad?na, nispeten yumu?ak bir al?nt?yla sonland?r?yorum,
Ba?kan gider gitmez, g¨¹bre kep?esini f?rlatt?m ve kul¨¹bemize do?ru ko?tum. "Jiazhen, Jiazhen" diye ba??r?yordum.
Yatakta oturan Jiazhen, k?t¨¹ bir ?ey oldu?unu sanm??t?. Ben i?eri girdi?imde g?zlerini kocaman a?m?? bana bak?yordu.
"Fengxia'ya talip ??kt?!" dedim.
Nihayet rahat bir soluk ald? ve "?d¨¹m¨¹ kopard?n" dedi.
"Kolu da var baca?? da" dedim. "Hem de kasabada oturuyor."
A?lamaya ba?lad?m. Jiazhen ?nce g¨¹l¨¹msedi ama benim a?lad???m? g?r¨¹nce onun da g?zlerinden ya?lar s¨¹z¨¹lmeye ba?lad?. Bir s¨¹re sonra Jiazhen, ¡°?ok ho?, fakat Fengxia¡¯y? ister mi acaba?¡± diye sordu.
¡°Onun da kafas? yamuk,¡± dedim.
Bunu duyduktan sonra Jiazhen biraz olsun rahatlad?. (s.154)...
(Yine g¨¹ld¨¹m, Allah affetsin ?)
¡°Mutlu Az?nl??a!¡° ???
July 3, 2021
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February 26, 2018
Sade dili ve ak?c? kurgusuyla insan? derinden etkileyen bir kitap. Anlat?c? son derece a??k ve do?al aktar?yor hikayeyi. ?in'in tarihinde ya?anan siyasal ve toplumsal de?i?imler kahraman?m?z Fugui'nin ya?am deneyimi ve g?zlemleriyle hikayele?mi?. ?nan?lmas? g¨¹? ac?larla dolu bir ?m¨¹r s¨¹rm¨¹? Fugui. Hi? tan?mad??? bir yabanc?ya anlatt??? hikayesi y¨¹ksek bir tempoda devam ediyor.
Uzun zamand?r bu kadar s¨¹r¨¹kleyici bir kitap okumam??t?m. Anlatt??? hikaye okuyucuyu tamamen esir al?yor ve kitab? b?rakmak g¨¹?le?iyor. Okurken s?k s?k Pearl S. Buck'?n ''M¨¹barek Toprak '' isimli roman?n? hat?rlad?m. ?inli bir ailenin ku?aklar boyu s¨¹ren hayat?n? anlatan bir romand?r ve d?nem tarihine yer verir.
Ya?amak roman?n? ''bildungsroman'' ?e?idine dahil edebiliriz. Ne de olsa Fugui'nin ?ocukluk y?llar?ndan ya?l?l?k y?llar?na kadar olan s¨¹reci kaps?yor ve onun ruhsal ve zihinsel geli?imini takip ediyoruz. Hem de nefis bir dille ve sat?r aras?nda tarihin ?nemli olaylar?n? da okuyarak.
Uzun zamand?r bu kadar s¨¹r¨¹kleyici bir kitap okumam??t?m. Anlatt??? hikaye okuyucuyu tamamen esir al?yor ve kitab? b?rakmak g¨¹?le?iyor. Okurken s?k s?k Pearl S. Buck'?n ''M¨¹barek Toprak '' isimli roman?n? hat?rlad?m. ?inli bir ailenin ku?aklar boyu s¨¹ren hayat?n? anlatan bir romand?r ve d?nem tarihine yer verir.
Ya?amak roman?n? ''bildungsroman'' ?e?idine dahil edebiliriz. Ne de olsa Fugui'nin ?ocukluk y?llar?ndan ya?l?l?k y?llar?na kadar olan s¨¹reci kaps?yor ve onun ruhsal ve zihinsel geli?imini takip ediyoruz. Hem de nefis bir dille ve sat?r aras?nda tarihin ?nemli olaylar?n? da okuyarak.
June 8, 2017
?ok rahat okunan, edebi y?n¨¹yle iddial? olmayan, abart?l? trajik olaylar? birbirine ba?layan bir uzun ?yk¨¹ veya roman diyebiliriz. ?in edebiyat?na ait ?ok eser okumad?m ama bu kitapta bir ?ekilde ?in'e dair bilgi ve izlenimleri bulabilirsiniz. Asl?nda edebiyatla yak?nla?mak, kitap okumay? sevmek i?in b?yle kitaplarla ba?lamak iyi olur diye d¨¹?¨¹n¨¹yorum, okullarda Rus Klasiklerini okuma bask?lar? yapmak yerine bu kitaplarla insanlar? okumaya al??t?rmak gerekir. Jaguar Yay?nlar?'ndan ??kan Ka??t Ev, Buzda Y¨¹r¨¹mek vb kitaplar da bu kategoride olan kitaplard?r.
April 11, 2024
Interesting book and a very depressing story spanning many decades in the life of Xu Fugui. He is initially so repulsive that I couldn't imagine how I'd ever come to care for him, yet he suffers so much over the course of his life that sympathy did eventually arrive.
What I took from this book-- and what I take to be the meaning of the title --is the message that one should keep on going, keep on living, no matter what tragedy befalls them, because the one true goal is "to live." That was my interpretation of the story here. I guess Xu Fugui was always able to find something to live for when I'm pretty sure most people would not.
So it's a grim book... with a positive message?
Either way, I really enjoyed the journey through peasant life in 20th Century China.
What I took from this book-- and what I take to be the meaning of the title --is the message that one should keep on going, keep on living, no matter what tragedy befalls them, because the one true goal is "to live." That was my interpretation of the story here. I guess Xu Fugui was always able to find something to live for when I'm pretty sure most people would not.
So it's a grim book... with a positive message?
Either way, I really enjoyed the journey through peasant life in 20th Century China.
December 8, 2018
Ya?amak, ba?ka bir isimle d¨¹?¨¹n¨¹lebilecek bir kitap de?il. Bir kelimelik bu se?im ?yle isabetli ki, ad?n?n yaratt??? kli?e etkisi onu okudu?unuzda darmada??n oluyor ve t¨¹m par?alar yerine oturuyor.
Bir adam?n k?sa s¨¹rede yapt??? se?imlerin ka? ki?iyi, ka? nesli derinden etkileyebilece?ine dair yer yer trajik, yer yer trajikomik bir eser.
Ya?amak, her ?eye ra?men ya?amak. Ac?s?yla, tatl?s?yla, beraberinde getirdi?i her ?eyle ya?amak... Yine de hayatta kalmak ve g¨¹l¨¹msemek.
G?zya?lar? e?li?inde bitirdi?im, ?vg¨¹leri hak eden bir eserdi.
?eviri ve edit?rl¨¹k her Jaguar Kitap yay?n?nda oldu?u gibi muazzamd?.
Bir adam?n k?sa s¨¹rede yapt??? se?imlerin ka? ki?iyi, ka? nesli derinden etkileyebilece?ine dair yer yer trajik, yer yer trajikomik bir eser.
Ya?amak, her ?eye ra?men ya?amak. Ac?s?yla, tatl?s?yla, beraberinde getirdi?i her ?eyle ya?amak... Yine de hayatta kalmak ve g¨¹l¨¹msemek.
G?zya?lar? e?li?inde bitirdi?im, ?vg¨¹leri hak eden bir eserdi.
?eviri ve edit?rl¨¹k her Jaguar Kitap yay?n?nda oldu?u gibi muazzamd?.
February 9, 2021
3.5 stars
April 14, 2023
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May 16, 2016
kahraman?m?z fugui, roman?m?z fugui'nin hayat hikayesini anlat?yor. fugui'nin hikayesinde ?in'in yak?n d?nem tarihinin derin izleri var. fugui'nin hikayesinde alabildi?ine yokluk ve yoksulluk, fugui'nin hikayesinde ak?l almaz kay?plar, y?k?mlar, ?l¨¹mler, ?l¨¹mler var. fugui'nin hikayesi ?o?u yazar?n, inand?r?c?l??? olmaz diye yazmayaca?? kadar ac? bir hikaye. k?t¨¹ romanlarda ya da filmlerde olur hani, okuyucu/izleyici ?nce duygulan?p a?lamaya ba?lar, hikaye g?zya?lar?yla ilerler ilerler ve sonra ?yle bir noktaya gelir ki, olamaz der art?k izleyici, bu kadar? olamaz, bu hikaye/bu film ?ok sa?ma, ?ok ac?-?ok ¨¹z¨¹c¨¹ bir hikayeye g¨¹lmeye ba?lan?r o noktadan sonra, hikaye dalga konusu olur. yazarlar ka??n?rlar b?yle hikayelerden, b?yle hikayeler kurguda olmaz ?¨¹nk¨¹. b?yle hikayeler sadece hayatta olur, ger?ek hayatta. g¨¹zellikler, sevin?ler, mutluluklar yok de?ildir, bilakis parlarlar, ???ldarlar bu anlar ama b¨¹y¨¹k, ?ok b¨¹y¨¹k ac?lar i?inde.
yazar?m?z, t¨¹rk?ede ilk kez okuma imkan? buldu?umuz yu hua, b?yle bir hikayeyi hakk?n? vererek anlat?yor i?te. roman?n kurgusu, hikayenin inand?r?c?l?k/sahicilik hissinden kopmamas?nda en b¨¹y¨¹k etken. fugui hayat?n?, halk ?ark?lar? ¨¹zerine ara?t?rma yapmak i?in k?y¨¹ne gelen bir yabanc?ya anlat?yor. okur olarak hayat hikayesini hem fugui'nin kendi a?z?ndan okuyor, hem de yabanc? dinleyicinin yerinde g?rebiliyoruz kendimizi. hem do?rudan dinleyiciyiz hem de belli bir mesafedeyiz. anlat?c? ve dinleyici aras?nda olu?an dil, s¨¹ss¨¹z, "edebiyattan" uzak. "ger?ek" hayatta hikaye neden ve nas?l anlat?l?rsa ?yle anlat?l?yor. zaman zaman hissedilen hikayenin ki?ilerine ve ait oldu?u co?rafyaya uzakl?k ve yabanc?l?k duygusu, roman bu hikayeci-dinleyici ikilisini hat?rlatt?k?a ortadan kalk?yor ayr?ca. okuyucu olarak kaba duygular?n ¨¹st¨¹ne ??kt???m?z zaman ger?ek sorular? sormaya ba?l?yoruz art?k: bu hikaye neden anlat?l?yor? anlam? ne?..ve bu roman neden yaz?lm???..ve hayat, roman?n hem basit hem iddial? ad?nday?z art?k: ya?amak, bu hayat?n, ya?anan bunca ac?n?n, ac?lar i?inde hissetti?imiz sevincin, mutlulu?un anlam? ne?..
sonu? olarak iyi romanlar?n ve nitelikli edebiyat?n ?zelliklerini ta??yor bu roman. basit c¨¹mlelerden sa?lam bir mimari, s?radan bir hayattan ya?aman?n kendisi. olabildi?ince ?in'e ?zg¨¹, olabildi?ince evrensel. olabildi?ince kolay okunan, olabildi?ince zor sindirilen.
yazar?m?z, t¨¹rk?ede ilk kez okuma imkan? buldu?umuz yu hua, b?yle bir hikayeyi hakk?n? vererek anlat?yor i?te. roman?n kurgusu, hikayenin inand?r?c?l?k/sahicilik hissinden kopmamas?nda en b¨¹y¨¹k etken. fugui hayat?n?, halk ?ark?lar? ¨¹zerine ara?t?rma yapmak i?in k?y¨¹ne gelen bir yabanc?ya anlat?yor. okur olarak hayat hikayesini hem fugui'nin kendi a?z?ndan okuyor, hem de yabanc? dinleyicinin yerinde g?rebiliyoruz kendimizi. hem do?rudan dinleyiciyiz hem de belli bir mesafedeyiz. anlat?c? ve dinleyici aras?nda olu?an dil, s¨¹ss¨¹z, "edebiyattan" uzak. "ger?ek" hayatta hikaye neden ve nas?l anlat?l?rsa ?yle anlat?l?yor. zaman zaman hissedilen hikayenin ki?ilerine ve ait oldu?u co?rafyaya uzakl?k ve yabanc?l?k duygusu, roman bu hikayeci-dinleyici ikilisini hat?rlatt?k?a ortadan kalk?yor ayr?ca. okuyucu olarak kaba duygular?n ¨¹st¨¹ne ??kt???m?z zaman ger?ek sorular? sormaya ba?l?yoruz art?k: bu hikaye neden anlat?l?yor? anlam? ne?..ve bu roman neden yaz?lm???..ve hayat, roman?n hem basit hem iddial? ad?nday?z art?k: ya?amak, bu hayat?n, ya?anan bunca ac?n?n, ac?lar i?inde hissetti?imiz sevincin, mutlulu?un anlam? ne?..
sonu? olarak iyi romanlar?n ve nitelikli edebiyat?n ?zelliklerini ta??yor bu roman. basit c¨¹mlelerden sa?lam bir mimari, s?radan bir hayattan ya?aman?n kendisi. olabildi?ince ?in'e ?zg¨¹, olabildi?ince evrensel. olabildi?ince kolay okunan, olabildi?ince zor sindirilen.
August 31, 2023
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May 21, 2022
uzun zamand?r okumam?? olmaktan rahats?zl?k duydu?um bir jaguar kitab?yd? ya?amak. bizim b¨¹y¨¹k challenge¡¯?m?zda ¡°?in edebiyat?ndan bir kitap¡± maddesini bahane edip bu rahats?zl???ma ve merak?ma bir son verdim.
asl?na bakarsan?z kitab?n en sevdi?im taraf?, ismi. ideolojilerin, devletlerin, y?neticilerin yapt?klar? ?eylerin mikro d¨¹zeyde insanlar?n hayat?n? nas?l etkiledi?ine dair her t¨¹rl¨¹ i?erik ?ok ho?uma gidiyor; svetlana aleksiyevi?¡¯i de, mo yan¡¯? da, edouard louis¡¯yi de sevme sebebim bu: bunun ?z¨¹n¨¹ ?ok iyi anlay?p ?ok iyi anlatmalar?. asl?nda bu kitap bana louis¡¯nin babam? kim ?ld¨¹rd¨¹ kitab?ndan ?u k?smk hat?rlatt?: ¡°Her ?eye sahip olan bir ailenin, siyasi bir karar? kutlamak i?in denize gitti?ini ne g?rd¨¹m ne de duydum, onlar bunu yapmaz ?¨¹nk¨¹ siyaset onlar?n hayatlar?nda neredeyse hi?bir ?ey de?i?tirmez.¡± i?te bu kitab?n en g¨¹zel ba?ard??? ?ey de bu: bu k¨¹?¨¹k k?yde, zenginli?in zirvesinden fakirli?in dibine inen k¨¹?¨¹k ailenin hayat?yla birlikte b¨¹t¨¹n bu m¨¹dahalelere ra?men ana karakter fugui¡¯nin inatla yapt??? ?eyi, ya?amay? anlatmas?. kitab? okuduktan sonra ismi basitli?i ve g¨¹zelli?iyle beni tekrar mest etti.
ba?ta, aralarda, ve sonda araya giren anlat?c? m¨¹dahalesini de ?ok sevdim. sanki fugui bizzat bana anlatm?? gibi hissetmemi sa?lad?. bu aralar hep b?yle k?sa c¨¹mleler kuran, derdini k?sa vr ?z anlatan kitaplara denk geliyorum ve tam da b?yle ?eylere ihtiyac?m olan bir d?nemde oldu?umdan ?ok memnunum bu denk geli?lerden. velhas?l biz bu ?in edebiyat?n? seviyoruz be karde?im.
asl?na bakarsan?z kitab?n en sevdi?im taraf?, ismi. ideolojilerin, devletlerin, y?neticilerin yapt?klar? ?eylerin mikro d¨¹zeyde insanlar?n hayat?n? nas?l etkiledi?ine dair her t¨¹rl¨¹ i?erik ?ok ho?uma gidiyor; svetlana aleksiyevi?¡¯i de, mo yan¡¯? da, edouard louis¡¯yi de sevme sebebim bu: bunun ?z¨¹n¨¹ ?ok iyi anlay?p ?ok iyi anlatmalar?. asl?nda bu kitap bana louis¡¯nin babam? kim ?ld¨¹rd¨¹ kitab?ndan ?u k?smk hat?rlatt?: ¡°Her ?eye sahip olan bir ailenin, siyasi bir karar? kutlamak i?in denize gitti?ini ne g?rd¨¹m ne de duydum, onlar bunu yapmaz ?¨¹nk¨¹ siyaset onlar?n hayatlar?nda neredeyse hi?bir ?ey de?i?tirmez.¡± i?te bu kitab?n en g¨¹zel ba?ard??? ?ey de bu: bu k¨¹?¨¹k k?yde, zenginli?in zirvesinden fakirli?in dibine inen k¨¹?¨¹k ailenin hayat?yla birlikte b¨¹t¨¹n bu m¨¹dahalelere ra?men ana karakter fugui¡¯nin inatla yapt??? ?eyi, ya?amay? anlatmas?. kitab? okuduktan sonra ismi basitli?i ve g¨¹zelli?iyle beni tekrar mest etti.
ba?ta, aralarda, ve sonda araya giren anlat?c? m¨¹dahalesini de ?ok sevdim. sanki fugui bizzat bana anlatm?? gibi hissetmemi sa?lad?. bu aralar hep b?yle k?sa c¨¹mleler kuran, derdini k?sa vr ?z anlatan kitaplara denk geliyorum ve tam da b?yle ?eylere ihtiyac?m olan bir d?nemde oldu?umdan ?ok memnunum bu denk geli?lerden. velhas?l biz bu ?in edebiyat?n? seviyoruz be karde?im.
January 7, 2019
Su gibi duru, ekmek gibi sade, harikulade bir kitap. 200 sayfada upuzun bir ?mr¨¹ nas?l anlatt?, hayran kald?m. ?ince asl?ndan Bahar K?l?? ?evirmi? roman?, ak?p gidiyor sayfalar adeta, ellerine sa?l?k. ?yi ki okudum dedirten kitaplardan Ya?amak.
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