Mo Yan is a poet, who tears up the stylized propaganda poster and can make a common character acquainted by readers. By using ridicule and satire, Mo Yan not only attacks the history and its lies, but also lashes social poverty and political hypocrisy. With a sarcastic tone, He reveals all the darkest sides of human life and supplies readers with the most representative symbols on purpose or not. Mo Yan's imagination goes beyond all the human...... He shows us a world without truth, common sense and sympathy, where people can be audacious, alone and helpless, ridiculous.
Modern Chinese author, in the western world most known for his novel Red Sorghum (which was turned into a movie by the same title). Often described as the Chinese Franz Kafka or Joseph Heller.
Mo Yan (莫言) is a pen name and means don't speak. His real name is Guan Moye (simplified Chinese: 管谟业; traditional Chinese: 管謨業; pinyin: Guǎn Móyè).
He has been awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature 2012 for his work which "with hallucinatory realism merges folk tales, history and the contemporary". Among the works highlighted by the Nobel judges were Red Sorghum (1987) and Big Breasts & Wide Hips (2004), as well as The Garlic Ballads.
This is the 5th novel or more I've read from Chinese author Mo Yan and literature Nobel Prize winner. I gave this one only a 3 stars because I am getting tired of reading his books. I have the feeling that if you've read one of his novels is like reading all of them. There is no change in writing style from one book to the next one and the stories tend to be similar. There is none of his novels that stands out from the rest.
I have to read novels from other Chinese authors to regain interest. Any suggestions?
My favourite story was La femme de Commandant. The others were educational and somewhat perplexing. I frowned at this book a lot. It's greatest quality, in my opinion, is Mo Yan's attention to and obvious love of animals.
Les récits sont un croisement entre nouvelles et contes. Certains sont bien faits, d’autres font beaucoup de détours et on perd un peu le fil de l’histoire.