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Shanghai Baby (chinese)
Название: Shanghai Baby (chinese)
Автор: Hui Wei
Дата добавления: 16 январь 2020
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From Publishers Weekly

Although it caused an uproar in the author's native China, Western readers will find 27-year-old Wei Hui's semiautobiographical offering reminiscent of fiction by the brat pack writers of the '80s, though more clich‚d and less edgy. Waitress Nikki "but my friends call me Coco after Coco Chanel" is in love with Tian Tian, a melancholy and impotent artist who falls prey to narcotics. Coco loves him madly, but not so madly that she wants to give up sex, and this is why she's also been seeing Mark, a married German businessman. Coco's deceptions, Tian Tian's problems with his wealthy mother (who he suspects killed his father) and the intertwining worlds of art and fashion are all fodder for Coco's upcoming slice-of-lifestyle novel, in which Shanghai 's privileged 20-somethings are shown in their natural habitat of clubs and coffeehouses. Beneath the techno beat, though, the sore subject of Western imperialism its avatars, this time, multinational managers still lurks. Among Coco 's friends, one known as Madonna stands out in particular: she earned a fortune first as a madam and then as the widow of a rich man. Wei Hui evidently wants to imitate her heroes, the beats and Henry Miller, and relishes observations like "our bodies were already tarnished, and our minds beyond help." But she spends more time analyzing people by the brands they use and the cars they drive, thus giving the book an odd air of beat fluff, as if Jack Kerouac had mated with Judith Krantz. The book is as alluring as a gossip column, but, alas, as shallow as one, too. (Sept. 11)Forecast: Forty thousand copies of Shanghai Baby were burned by the Chinese government. Proving censors make the best publicists, rights were subsequently sold in 19 countries 200,000 copies are in print in Japan alone. U.S. media curiosity is already high, but the resulting sales bounce may be minor.

From Library Journal

Wei Hui's debut novel, which was banned in China, delves deep into the dark and glittering heart of Shanghai, as experienced by a hopeful and hedonistic young novelist, Nikki (better known to her friends as Coco, after the also irrepressibly glamorous Coco Chanel). Although deeply in love with her impotent artist boyfriend Tian Tian, the frustrated Coco takes a successful German businessman as a lover. What follows is the painful and explicit sexual and vocational journey of a young woman in search of her true self, attempting to gain control of her own trajectory as nefarious forces work on her from both within and without. Indeed, it seems almost as if the city's over-the-top materialism drives its inhabitants toward adultery and dark passions, forcing them at once into the dual role of victim/accomplice. It is just such paradoxes that make Wei Hui's novel so complex and thought-provoking: she deftly explores the intimate relationships that belie the seeming oppositions of East and West, love and desire, the natural and the artificial, hedonism and spiritualism. Haunting and resonant, Shanghai Baby proves the existence of the sacred in the profane. For all Chinese literature and contemporary fiction collections. Tania Barnes, "Library Journal"

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Wei Hui's SHANGHAI BABY is the poetic, bittersweet and subtly spiritual tale of one woman's quest for personal fulfillment and drive for creative expression. The diverse and cultured city of Shanghai is more than the backdrop for the novel; it is a character itself. The city is celebrated by Hui, and its busy pace and natural sensuality contribute to the postmodern tone of the book. The most interesting character, however, is 25-year-old Nikki, the "baby" of the title. Nikki, known as Coco to her friends, is a writer. Unapologetic in her desire for both emotional and sexual satisfaction, Coco becomes involved with two very different men, all the while trying to write her first novel.

But more important than the details of Coco 's exploration of sex is the novel's examination of life, freedom, love, and death. Each man Coco is involved with offers a different path for that examination and different answers to the same philosophical questions.

Coco 's live-in boyfriend, Tien Tien, is a fragile and beautiful artist. The love between Coco and Tien Tien is sensual and spiritual. Obsessed by death, Tien Tien awakens in Coco an awareness of life and the importance of love. However, his impotence, physical but often emotional as well, leads her to a fierce and passionate affair with a married man. Strong, assertive Mark, a German businessman temporarily living in Shanghai, is the opposite of sensitive Tien Tien in every way. Coco 's fragile balance of juggling two lovers while writing her novel is upset as both men eventually become unavailable to her and she is faced with tragedy.

SHANGHAI BABY is a beautiful novel. The language is poetic and sensual yet funny and brutally honest. Coco is frank in her confusions, frustrations, elations, and joys. She is joined by a bevy of interesting characters, including a former madam, a computer hacker, a bisexual fashion stylist, an avant-garde filmmaker, drug addicts, and artists, not to mention her parents who must overcome their traditional expectations in order to understand and support her artistic and personal choices. Each character is faced with the same issues as Coco and each attempts to make sense of relationships, sexuality, family, and life in a changing Chinese culture. While Hui implies the struggle between tradition and modernity is lessening (at least in cosmopolitan Shanghai) her forecast for a woman's chance to find both sexual and emotional fulfillment is less optimistic.

We have been taught that through novels we can witness the changes and ultimately the growth of characters. As we read, they ideally become better people. Hui's novel is more challenging in that Coco does not fundamentally change and her growth is not overtly apparent. Hui's honest portrayal of Coco is both frustrating and refreshing and is thus an accurate reflection of the human condition. Coco 's vanity and selfishness (or confidence and trueness to her own needs) can verge on annoying; she is not always likable. However, she is capable of great insight.

This view into contemporary Chinese culture and the issues of female independence and sexuality is worthwhile. Coco's controversial publication of short stories mirror Hui's own experience -- the sex and sexuality described by Hui in SHANGHAI BABY doomed the novel to condemnation, banning, and public burnings in China, where it was originally published. However, American readers may be disappointed to find that what is scandalous in China is more commonplace in Western literature. Although a fairly easy read, it is not a light one. The themes of death, sadness, and loneliness balance the themes of romance and passion.

– - Reviewed by Sarah Egelman

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我为挑选什么样的衣服踌躇了半天,衣橱里的衣服分成截然不同的两种风格,一种混淆性别,宽大,低色调,穿上像幅中世纪的油画,另一种则是紧身的带着股狐气的小衣服,穿上后像“007”系列片里的猫女郎。我扔了枚硬币,选了后者。涂紫色唇膏和紫色眼影,配上豹纹手袋,西方60年代的嬉皮复古装束,正在上海某些场所兴起。

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“好吧好吧,大不了我不收你的钱。”

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阴阳吧分为上下两层,穿过长长的楼梯下去,位于地下室的跳舞场正呈现一种快活的气氛,酒精、口水、香水、人民币、肾上腺激素的气味就这样飘来飘去,百老汇式的轻喜剧气氛,我看到我喜欢的DJ香港人Christophe Lee正在叼台上,他也看到了我,冲我做了个鬼脸,音乐是House和Trip’Hop,都是酷毙的工业舞曲,如暗火狂烧,钝刀割肉,越跳越高兴,越跳越爽,直跳到人间蒸发,直到大脑小脑一起震颠的地步才是最高境界。

周围有不少金发洋人,也有不少露着小蛮腰以一头东方瑰宝似的黑发作为招揽卖点的中国女人,她们脸上都有种婊子似自我推销的表情,而事实上她们中相当一部分是各类跨国公司的白领,大部分是受过高等教育的良家妇女,有些还留过洋,有私家车,做着某个外资公司的首席代表(简称“首代”),是上海800万女性中的佼佼者,可跳起舞来脸上都是统统暖昧的样子,真不知道她们脑子里在想什么。

当然也有一部分就是专做跨国皮肉生意的娼妓,她们一般都蓄着惊人的长发(以供洋鬼子压在身下性趣勃发之余惊叹东方女人的神奇毛发),一般会说基本的英语(如“one hundred for hand job,two hundreds for blow job,three hundreds for quickie,five hundreds for one night.”),喜欢对着目标以性感的慢镜头舔嘴唇(可以拍成一部热门电影,叫《中国嘴唇》,专门描述洋人在上海成千家酒吧的艳遇,艳遇从舔嘴唇开始,各种各样的嘴唇,丰肥薄瘦,黑嘴唇、银嘴唇、红嘴唇、紫嘴唇、涂劣质唇膏的、涂兰寇、CD唇膏的…由上海众风月女性主演的《中国嘴唇》将超过由巩俐和杰米利·艾伦斯主演的好莱坞大片《中国盒子》)。

我跳起舞来就幻觉连篇,灵感如泉涌,这是身体过度解放的结果。我觉得应该有一个贴身女秘书拿着笔记本电脑随时随地跟着我,尤其在工业舞曲里跳舞的时候,她应该记下我所有的幻觉,那远比我坐在书桌前写棒一千倍,多两千万倍。

我已经记不清身处何地,空气里有股大麻烟(或雪茄烟)的味道,这股味道在我大脑皮层右下方某部位找到了感觉回映区,我想我已用跳舞吸引了不少男人的目光,我跳得像个伊斯兰后宫里的一个最受宠的妃子,也像蛇发女妖美杜莎。男人们总在一瞬间渴望与一个妖女性交然后被妖女吃掉,世上就有一种雄蝎子,永远被它们的性伴侣在交媾以后消灭。

我看到我肚脐眼上的那枚银环在灯光魅影中急速闪灵,像开在我身体上的一枚小毒花,一只手从背后搂住了我赤裸的腰,我不知道这是谁,但我不是很在乎,当我微笑着转头,看到了马克那一张轮廓动人的脸。他居然也在这里。

他俯下脸来贴着我的脸,在音乐里对我呼出热呼呼的气,他肯定喝过一种叫“James’Bon”的马丁尼酒,他的声音很低,但我还是听清他在说他想要我,就在此时此地。我昏头昏脑地看着他,“这里?…现…在?”

我们在二楼不太干净的女用洗手间里挤作一团,音乐己隔得远了,我的体温渐渐降低,我还是睁不太开眼睛,但我挡住马克的手,“我们在这里做什么?”我用梦游般的声音问他。

“在做爱。”他用了一个恰如其分的词,脸上并没有任何轻佻的东西,相反我觉得他的蓝眼睛一点都不冷漠,那儿泛着像圣桑《天鹅》那样的柔波,即使在这样一个有异味的洗手间里,你永远不会理解纯粹的情欲何以会激起如此这般的亲密无间!

“我觉得这样糟透了,像犯罪,更像…受刑…”我喃喃地说。

“警察找不到这儿的,相信我,这一切都是完美的。”他的措词像一个急于求欢的骗子,把我顶在紫色的墙上,撩起裙子,利索地褪下CK内裤,团一团,一把塞在他屁股后面的口袋里,然后他力大无比地举着我,二话不说,就准确地戳进来,我没有其他的感觉,只是觉得像坐在一只热呼呼而危险的消防栓上。

“You bastard!”我控制不住地说粗话,“快放我下来,这样不行,我像一只墙上的母猴标本。”

他狂热而沉默地注视着我,我们换了姿势,他坐在抽水马桶上,我坐在他身上,取女位姿势,并且自己来掌握性敏感方向。有人在敲门,而厕所里一对变态男女还没完事。

高潮还是在恐惧与不适中降临了,又一次完美的高潮,尽管姿势很别扭,尽管在这么个有些臭的洗手间。他推开我,拉一下水阀,随着旋转的水一堆秽物很快消失了。

我哭起来,这一切不可解释,我越来越对自己丧失了信心,我突然觉得自己比楼下那些职业娼妓还不如。至少她们还有一份敬业精神和一份从容,而我别别扭扭,人格分裂得可怕,更可恨的是我还会不停地思考、写作。我不能面对洗手间那一面幽暗的镜子中自己的脸,什么东西在我体内再次流失了,一个空洞。

马克抱住我,“原谅我”,他不停地说“Sorry,Sorry”,把我像死婴一样搂在怀里,这更令人难受。

我一把推开他,从他屁股口袋里拿出内裤穿上,整理了一下裙子,“你并没有强奸我,没有人可以强奸我的,你不要老是说Sorry、Sorry,那很不礼貌的。”我冲他低低地吼了一声,“我哭是因为我觉得自己难看死了,哭一哭就会舒服点,你知不知道?”

“不,你一点都不难看。”马克的脸上满是德国人特有的严肃表情。

我笑起来,“不是,我的意思是终有一天我会死得很难看。因为,我是坏女孩,上帝不喜欢坏女孩,虽然我自己很喜欢自己。”

我说着,又哭起来。

“不,不,我的蜜糖,你不知道我有多喜欢你,真的,CoCo,我越来越喜欢你。”他的眼睛里无限温柔,在厕所灯光下无限温柔又变成无限哀愁,我们紧紧抱在一起,欲念再次浮出来。

开始有人在敲门,看来是哪位女士忍无可忍了。我吓坏了,他做了个禁声的手势,镇定地吻我,门外的脚步声走远了,我轻轻推开他,“我们不要再见面了。”

“我们还会不小心碰到,上海很小的,你知道。”

我们从洗手间迅速地走出来,“我要走了。”我说着,朝门外走,他执意要开车我送回去,我执意不肯。

“好吧,”他对一辆出租车招招手,从钱包里取出一张钱放到司机手上。我没有阻止他这样做,我坐上车子,隔着窗对他轻轻说,“我还是不太舒服,有罪恶感。”“那是因为我们做爱的地点不对,它事后会来影响你的情绪。”他伸脸过来吻了我一下,我们都没提到天天,自欺欺人地不去提。

出租车的收音机里有个家庭主妇在向“相伴到黎明”的热线主持人倾诉心声,丈夫有外遇,但她不想离婚,她希望另一个女人会自动消失,她不知道怎样夺回丈夫的心。我和司机都默不作声,城市人习惯于心不在焉地听着别人的隐私故事,没有同情心也爱莫能助。车子开上高架桥的时候我看到了一片灯火海洋,如此灿烂,如此惊人。我想象着这一刻遍布上海各角落的灯火阑珊处有多少故事在发生着,有多少喧嚣,动荡和厮杀,有多少难以想象的空虚、纵情,欢爱。

天天还没睡,他和小猫线团依偎在沙发上,手上拿着一个拍纸簿,给他那远在西班牙的母亲写一封长长的信。我在他身边坐下,线团跑开了,他猛地抬头看了我一眼,我心里一惊,怀疑他又嗅到了一丝陌生男人的气味。要知道马克身上还有股淡淡的狐臭,我一直很享受这股淡淡的动物味道。

但天天清冷如寒水似的眼睛使我受不了,我神经质地站起来,向浴室走去。他低下头继续写信。

热水哗哗放着,“水蒸气慢慢地在浴室惟一一面大镜子上凝结,看不见自己的脸了。我吐了口气,没人一缸冒着烟的热水,放松下来,有什么麻烦来临的时候我就把自己藏入一缸热水中,水那么热,一大把头发像黑色睡莲一般浮在水上,能回忆起来的都是一些快乐的事,优美的事。

我回忆小时候总是偷偷溜上外婆家的阁楼,阁楼上有一把坏掉的老式皮转椅,一个四角包铜的红木大箱子,箱子上堆满了灰尘,打开箱子,里面有几只用蓝瓷烧出“Salt”字样的瓷瓶,一些做旗袍剩余下来的边角料,还有一些古怪而无用的小玩意儿。我总是坐在破皮椅上一个人玩那些小玩意儿,天色在小小的老虎窗外一点点黯淡下去。“倪可,”外婆在叫我,我假装没听见,又一声,“倪可,我知道你在哪儿,”然后看到外婆胖胖的身影从楼梯上升上来。我飞快地把箱子关上了,可我的手脏了,衣服也脏了。外婆生气地说,“不要再爬来爬去玩了,这些东西你要喜欢我就送你做嫁妆吧。”可是后来因为市政府造地铁,那幢由法国人建于1931年的老楼动迁,大家都乱哄哄地搬了家,所以小时候玩过的宝贝都不见了。

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