Shanghai Baby (chinese)
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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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我一杯接一杯地喝着滚烫的咖啡,左手紧紧护在小腹上,然后我透过玻璃窗看到了熟悉的身影。
我站起身,大步走进玻璃门。在穿过街道的时候,我大声叫出了他的名字,他停下来,转过身,我们微笑着注视着对方。因为再也别无选择,我们只能怀由强烈的爱而生的怜悯和哀伤,再次吸纳了对方。我们拥抱在一起,吻在嘴唇上,吻出血。爱一开始就存在着,就像死一开始就对立着。我听到他喉咙里的咔咔声。我的子宫变暖了,疼痛有所减轻,而我也明白我们注定是要贪图最后一滴的欢乐的,如在花朵中。
因为别无选择。
晚上我陪着他去李乐打工的牙科诊所。
在我眼里那是一个可怕的地方,肮脏、甜腥,还有金属外壳般的冷光,李乐还是那么瘦瘦小小,像因某种意外而造成发育中止。我一直紧闭着嘴,我承认我有点害怕,但我已答应要陪天天去一个小学操场。在那儿的一个角落将有一次不道德的交易。而作为条件,天天明天就得随我回上海。他会去一家公安局办的戒毒所,我告诉他这是惟一的办法。我需要他好好的,我们必须长相厮守下去。
我和天天手拉手,另一只手则插在裤兜里,那儿装着钱,我的腹部又开始隐隐作痛,虽然ob卫生棉正紧紧地塞在我的身体里,像一道闸门,仿佛提供着某种虚无的安全保障。
走进一扇无人看管的小门,我看到了一个天天的操场,有弦形的跑道,孩子们玩的低矮攀登架,还有球网和篮球架。我们缩在围墙下面的一片阴影里。
天天轻轻抱住我,用一块脏兮兮的手帕擦我额头上面的汗珠。无论情况多糟,无论身处何地,天天总是备着一条手帕,在这一点上他像个好儿童,或者是贵族。
“很痛吗?”他温柔地看着我,我摇摇头,把头靠在他的肩上,月光在他眼睛上部留下了深深的阴影。他瘦多了,眼部四周有一圈青紫色。我不能仔细端详这张脸,否则我会泪眼蒙胧,会觉得无助得要命。
两个穿牛仔裤,戴墨镜的男人的身影出现了,我和天天握在一起的手蓦然变得冰冷起来。
李乐迎上去,跟他们低声说了些什么。男人朝我们这边走过来。我蹲在大墙角,屏息宁神,一动不动。天天站起来,把我给的钱擦在手里。
男人盯着我看了一眼,然后问:“钱呢?”
天天伸手过去。男人数了数然后一笑,“好,扣除上次的欠款,只能给你这么多。”他说着迅速地把一小包东西塞到天天手里。天天把那东西塞进左脚鞋帮里。
“谢谢。”他低低说了一句,然后拉起我,“走吧。”
我们走得很快,李乐跟他们还在说什么,我和天天飞快地走到对面的大街上。街头还是很热闹,人来人往。我们默默地站在马路边,等着一辆空的出租车的出现。一群看上去流里流气的年轻男人走过我们身边的时候,把眼睛放在我身上乱瞟一气,一个人说起了我听不懂的话,肯定是粗话,他的同伴们得意地笑起来,把空的可乐杯踢到天天的腿上。
天天那只握在我手掌里的手出了汗,变得烫烫的,我看看他,低声安慰他,“不用理他们。没什么。”这时一辆空的士适时开过来,我招了招手,车子停下来。我们钻了进去。
在车里我们紧紧拥抱在一起。他吻着我,我说不出任何话。我沉默地贴着他的脸,他的手温暖地放在我肚子上,从他的手而来的热融化了我子宫里的紧张融化了那些淤血。
“我爱你。”天天轻轻地说,“不要离开我,不要不管我,你是世上最美最好的女孩。我爱的全部就是你。”
半夜里我迷迷糊糊地听到几声猫叫声,细若游丝。我打开灯,果然看见了线团。我连忙下了床,把晚上吃剩的半碟椒盐烤肉放在地板上,它走过去,低头吃起来,吃得很快,显然真是饿坏了。
它看上去十分丑陋,毛皮脏得辨不出颜色,而且猫脸瘦了,显出一股野猫的凶悍劲。
我抽着烟,坐在床上看它吃,我不知道它是怎么回来的,也许它在街上某个角落看
到了我,如同看到了救星,知道它又能回到我们在上海的那个家。我想着,突然把自己给感动了。
我跳下床,抱起线团走进浴室,用沐浴露和温水给它洗澡。它温顺地在我手指揉擦下一动不动,乖得像一个孩子,然后我擦干了它,抱起它走向床,天天还在昏睡之中,线团就睡在我和天天的脚边。
一夜平安无事。
第二大阳光很好,我们在线团的舔吻中醒来,脚底心都是它的口水,痒酥酥的。
我和天天对视片刻,然后他开始动手脱我的睡衣,在上午明亮的光线中我睁大了眼睛。温熙的空气托起了我的裸体,我看到粉红色的乳头像潮汐上的浮标一样轻盈地涨上来,而爱人的唇就像一尾小鱼一样,温柔可爱地在水中嬉戏。我闭上眼睛,接受这一切。他的手指抚慰着我正在流血的伤处,在血的润滑下我迸发了,耳边隐约能听到线团的叫声,同时还能感受到它舔在我脚底的湿舌头。
我和爱人和一只猫做爱的清晨就这样留存在我的头脑中。有一点点疯狂。鼻子里永远都粘着毒品白色的、甜腥的恐怖气味。是的,以后我一直摆脱不了。无论和一个又一个男人约会,和女人逛街,独自写作,还是走在柏林的Gierkezeile街上,我都没有办法忘却那样带着死亡和爱的清晨,那样甜而恐怖的气味。
经过机场复杂的托运手续,“线团”被终于允许带上飞机,我们飞回了上海。