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Tuesday, 23 September 2008 18:35

Gu Long's Preface:

A Chat About Wuxia Novels

 



Huan Le Ying Xiong [A Happy Hero; or Happy Heroes] is another new attempt because wuxia stories have reached a point where they should be evolving.

In many people’s minds, not only are wuxia novels not literature or part of the literary arts, they even cannot be considered as novels. It is just like an earthworm, which, although it can move, is not considered an animal by many people.

Admittedly, this view was created because of some people’s biases, but we ourselves cannot shift off all responsibility either. Indeed, wuxia novels are sometimes written so that they are too fantastical and absurd, too dripping with blood, and it is forgotten that “human nature” is the only thing that must not be lacking in any novel.

Human nature is not limited to anger, hatred, sorrow, and fear, but it also encompasses love and friendship, generosity and chivalry, humour and compassion.

Then why do we have to deliberately emphasize only the ugly face of it?

Furthermore, our generation of wuxia writers had started approximately with Pingjiang Buxiaosheng’s Jianghu Qi Xia Zhuan [Legend of the Strange Heroes of Jianghu] and could be considered to have experienced a transformation with Wang Dulu’s Tie Qi Yin Ping [The Armoured Steed and the Silver Bottle] and Zhu Zhencai’s Qi Sha Bei [Seven Killing Stele]. With Jin Yong’s She Diao Ying Xiong Zhuan [Eagle Shooting Heroes; aka Legend of the Condor Heroes], there was another transformation, but since then, it has been over ten years [greater than 10, less than 20] already.

In these ten plus years, the several thousands and hundreds of types of wuxia novels that have been published are already innumerable. Some storylines have practically become cliché and overused styles. Veteran readers only need to read the beginning and then they will be able to guess the ending.

Therefore, if wuxia authors wish to raise their own status, they must change; if they wish to increase their readers’ interests, they also must change.

Someone said that wuxia should shift from the “wu” [martial] to the “xia” [encompasses meanings of knight-errant, hero or heroic, chivalry]. To put this in even simpler words, it means that wuxia novels should be written with a little more about light and a little less about darkness, a bit more human nature and a bit less blood.

Someone also said that with this change, the essence of wuxia stories would be denatured, and it would no longer be “genuine” wuxia. Some readers would not be able to accept this, nor willing to accept it.

Perhaps these two views are correct, but that is why we should try new things, continuously try. Although we may not entertain any extravagant hopes that people will view our wuxia novels as “literature”, we should at least hope that people will view them as “novels” and that they will share similar status as other people’s novels – similarly able to inspire people’s hearts, similarly able to strike a sympathetic chord.

Every section in Huan Le Ying Xiong can nearly be viewed as an independent story. Even if they are read separately, it does not take away from the charm – and if it still has a little bit of charm, then this new attempt cannot be considered a failure.

 

 

 
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Tuesday, 16 September 2008 19:55

Chapter 46 – A Human is a Human

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Why is it that right before a storm approaches, it is always gloomily tranquil?

The sky was so clear it seemed as if it had been washed. The sheet of blue stretched on for ten thousand li.

There was no storm. The storm was in the hearts of people.

This type of storm was the most terrifying of all.

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Wednesday, 03 September 2008 01:03

Chapter 45 – Lover? Enemy?

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Are there really people in the world who are born lucky? Perhaps there are, but in any case, I have not seen one yet.

I, of course, have seen many lucky people, but their luck all came because they had used their intelligence, determination, and courage to exchange for it. Luck is just like a lao bing [tortilla-like flat cake made of flour]. It must be kneaded with force, fried in oil, and baked in fire. It definitely will not just fall from the sky.

A lucky person is just like a new bride – no matter where she goes, people will give a couple more glances in her direction. Regardless of how ordinary a person she is, the instant she is a bride, it is as if she suddenly has become special.

Last Updated ( Friday, 12 September 2008 05:42 )
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Monday, 25 August 2008 20:57

Chapter 44 – Things of the Past

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Wedding night [orig dong fang; literally ‘cave chamber’ and also refers to the nuptial room].

How many unmarried youth in this world are fantasizing about their wedding night, that beautifully romantic setting? And how many people in their old age are recalling the sweetness and warmth of that day in their newlyweds’ room?

Fantasies and recollections forever are beautiful.

In reality, the wedding night in that newlywed’s room is usually not as sweet and warm as the one in the memories, and the setting is never near as beautiful as the one in the fantasies.

Some people who think they are very intelligent often describe the nuptial room to be like a grave and will even say that the noises that come from that room will sometimes sound like that of a slaughterhouse.

Obviously, the newlyweds’ room is not a grave or a slaughterhouse. Well then, what is it like in that newlyweds’ room?

Last Updated ( Wednesday, 03 September 2008 01:03 )
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Friday, 15 August 2008 01:52

Chapter 43 – The Strange Person in the Secret House

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Early hours before dawn. The morning fog had just risen up from the roadway made of cobblestone. The road was very narrow.

As Guo DaLu turned past the lane and to the right, he saw a very familiar-looking door. What that meant was he had once gone through this door before. But in this city, he practically did not know a single person here and did not even have a single household that he was acquainted with. He immediately recalled that this door was the same door he had barged into when he was pursuing the pock-faced man in the daytime.

There were no lamps lit inside now. Was that sallow, emaciated-looking husband doing the deed that made him sallow and emaciated?

Last Updated ( Wednesday, 20 August 2008 06:16 )
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