La joueuse de go (chinese)
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Amazon.com Review
In war-torn Manchuria of the 1930s, two lives briefly find peace over a game of go in Shan Sa's third novel, The Girl Who Played Go (translated by Adriana Hunter). The unnamed characters, a Japanese soldier stationed in China and a 16-year-old Manchurian girl, narrate their stories in alternating first-person chapters. For the girl, the struggles of Independent Manchuria take a back seat to her discovery of love and the awakening of her sexuality. For the soldier, his idealized dreams of samurai honor and imperial conquest are slowly displaced by homesickness, troubled recollections of his earthquake-torn youth, and remorse over a lost love. But the solitary concerns of each character are eventually submerged by the tides of war. The girl's first lover, Min, is a revolutionary. His ardor for his virgin conquest is matched by a doomed patriotism. Simultaneously, the soldier comes to relish the girl's home town, Thousand Winds, in Southern Manchuria, and becomes distrustful of his own nationalism. His daily games of go with the young female stranger awaken a new passion in him that becomes entwined with admiration for her aggressive play.
As they hardly speak, the soldier and the girl's views of each other remain clouded in Sa's technically facile narrative maneuvers. Where the soldier sees love, the girls sees escape. By maintaining the first person, Sa (winner of the French Prix Goncourt du Premier) leads the reader not only to experience the Japanese and Manchurian perspectives of the occupation, but also she offers glimpses into the deep failure inherent in cross-cultural and cross-generational communication. Couple with the rich historical detail, Sa's narrative games reward close reading amidst the briskly paced spiral into tragedy. -Patrick O'Kelley
From Publishers Weekly
In her first novel to appear in English (her two previous novels, published in French, won the Prix Goncourt and the Prix Cazes), Sa masterfully evokes strife-ridden Manchuria during the 1930s. The first-person narration deftly alternates between a 16-year-old Chinese girl and a Japanese soldier from the invading force. As in the Chinese game of go, the two main characters-the girl discovering desire, the soldier visiting prostitutes, both in a besieged city-will ultimately cross paths, with surprising consequences for both. Sa's prose shifts between lavish metaphor-the girl's sister, grieved by an adulterous husband, is "not a woman but a flower slowly wilting"-and matter-of-fact concision ("We weary of the game and kill them," the soldier says of two Chinese prisoners, "two bullets in the head"). The most absorbing subplot is Sa's careful rendering of the girl's sexual awakening. Though at first intrigued by a liaison with a revolution-minded student, she is reluctant to enter adulthood, a state she views as fraught with injury and falsehood, "a sad place full of vanity." To escape her increasingly troubled life, she becomes a master at go, eventually taking on the soldier, who is in disguise. As the two meet to play, they gradually become entranced, even while war rages around them. The alternating parallel tales add an extra spark of energy to this swift-moving novel, as Sa portrays tenderness and brutality with equal clarity.
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Japan 's bloodbath in China during the 1930s began in Manchuria, a resource-rich region in northeast Asia. This prelude to World War II in the Pacific haunts Shan Sa's story of young lovers whose worlds collapse in a typhoon of despair. The Girl Who Played Go, the fiction winner of the 2004 Kiriyama Prize, has an economy of prose that allows the novel to cover an epic time, while focusing on the tragedy of a Chinese girl who loves a Japanese boy. This boy comes to her as an enemy soldier trying to maintain his father's samurai ethic; she comes to him as a member of an aristocratic Manchu yellow-banner family that has served the Qing emperors in Peking. His side is on the rise, hers in decline.
The protagonists meet in a public park, a place where one can play the ancient board game of Go. Both play masterfully, initially knowing nothing of each other's identity. They are strangers in a game of strategy, much like their political leaders in Tokyo and Nanking. The interplay of two youngsters and two empires drives the narrative, allowing the author to counterpoise the Japanese story with its Chinese counterpart. Family portraits from both sides illuminate two teenagers driven to adulthood before their time, cheated of a full youth and the critical years when they might have discovered their humanity – already a challenge in a time of terror and terrorism with the Manchurian war regressing into bitter guerrilla fighting, which results in atrocities on both sides.
Shan's voice is unmistakably Chinese – feminine but hard, finely tuned and precise. Not a word is wasted, no excess of emotion shown. She colors her background with a few swift strokes that a master calligrapher would admire. Her dialogue has a staccato rhythm, somewhat like a Chinese Hemingway with bullet prose. Ornamentation is not for Shan, stark reality is.
More than pleasure, readers will become involved in a healing process. As horrific as the war was, its aftermath has brought a dreadful hatred between the former enemy states. Japan bashing dominates much of what comes through in recent Chinese literature. This book offers a way around the sepsis wasting away a possible healing. Shan has created two life-loving youths shattered in a hellish war that carries them and millions like them to early deaths. Even-handed in her treatment of both main characters, she allows a reader to see the richness of both Japanese and Chinese culture, making us imagine how they might each enrich the other once again
Reviewed by Patrick Lloyd Hatcher
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下课之后,鸿儿和我一块儿回家。与父母吃过晚饭,我们就躲到我的房间里下象棋。
鸿儿上了一步“士”,突然说:
“我要结婚了。”
“这可真是个好消息,”我答道,想着鸿儿一定是在开玩笑,“你到底选中了那一个?我认识他吗?”
鸿儿不回答。
我抬起了头。
她左手执颊,手中摆弄着一只棋子,借灯光望去,我看到她眼中泪光点点。
我大吃一惊,追问她到底怎么了,鸿儿一下子抽泣起来。
我看着鸿儿,心中一阵难过,自从结识了晶琦和敏辉,鸿儿在我的生活中就显得不那么重要了。我对舞会失去了兴趣,对她的邀请也一概回绝。今天放学后,她一直陪我走回家,我却一直心不在焉,没理会她一路上谈些什么。
“我订亲了。”
“和谁呢?”
她盯着我望了良久。
“我们镇镇长的小儿子。”
我不禁大笑:
“这家伙是从哪儿冒出来的?你怎么从来没和我提起过,干吗把他藏起来?你俩一定是青梅竹马的小情人喽?之后嘛,又在城里重逢。他在哪儿读书?帅不帅?你们会住在城里吧,起码我希望是如此。我不明白你为什么要哭呢?有什么问题吗?”
“我从来没见过他,我父亲和继母帮我订下了这门亲事,下月底我就得回乡下了。”
“你别乱说,他们总不会逼你和一个陌生人成亲吧。
鸿儿大哭起来。
“不可能,怎么还能有这种傻事?时代变了,当今社会,做女儿的不必再对父母俯首听命了。”
“我爸爸写信说....要是我不同意的话,他就....他就....不再给我生活费…”
“你不是商品,不是用来交换的!你刚逃出继母的魔爪,可不能再跳进另一个火坑!你婆婆一定是个悍妇,叼旱烟,还抽鸦片,她会嫉妒你比她年轻,比她有文化。她会羞辱你,折磨你,直到你变得和她一样邪恶、狠毒、可悲。你的未来公公则更不用说了,这些乡绅,个个都脑满肠肥,整日里眠花宿柳,回来时醉如烂泥,对他的老婆颐指气使。你丈夫无所事事,却总也不在家。你得跟一大帮女人朝夕相处:仆妇、厨娘、你公公的姨太太、你丈夫的姨太太、大姑子、小姑子....每个人都处心积虑,想讨男人欢喜,想置你于死地而后快。你还得生儿育女。要是生了儿子,或许还能让人敬重。要是生了女儿,那对你可就猪狗不如了。说不定哪天一直休书把你赶回家,到那时你可就成了全镇的耻辱....”
“求求你别再说了....”鸿儿哽咽道。
我也觉得气愤之下话说重了,起身去拿了条湿毛巾来,催她拭干泪痕,又给她倒了杯茶。
鸿儿渐渐平静下来。
我又说:
“我知道父命难违。从前,反抗就是犯罪。现下这却是唯一能使你获得幸福的途径。要是你父母断绝了你的经济来源,我父母会帮助你的。我们一起上大学,别怕。”
我拉着鸿儿的手,一同走到檀香木柜前,我打开了扣锁,一本本古书,一只只插在木架上的毛笔展现在我们眼前。我从中找出我的绸缎荷包,在灯下打开,和鸿儿数点着我的首饰:
“把这些卖了,足够付我俩的学费了。”
鸿儿又开始垂泪。
“我妈也把她的首饰留给了我,却被父亲夺去讨好他娶的女人了。”
“别再哭鼻子了。在金钱和自由之间,一秒钟都不能犹豫。快擦干眼泪。我的东西就是你的,别自己折磨自己了。”
夜深了。鸿儿在我身边安详地睡着了。
我倾听着风声,几只野猫在屋顶跑来跑去。
姐姐夜珠的形象此刻又浮现在我眼前:她高翘着的双腿纤细修长,眼睛里闪烁着骄傲的目光。她把姐夫送给她的礼物拿给我看,那是一双奶白色的缎子鞋,上面绣着一只只精致的小蝴蝶。她系鞋带的手如柔荑,上面还点缀着一只珊瑚戒指。鞋中赤裸的双足也毫不逊色。然而。一瞬间她脸上的欢乐消失了。眼前的她面色苍白,头发散乱,额角布满皱纹,目光呆滞,神色迷茫。她度日如年,分分秒秒都在祈祷着丈夫午夜之前能够回家。衰老和丑陋早已侵蚀了她的身体,可她身上却有比这些更恐怖的东西。对我而言,夜珠已不是一个女人,而是一朵凋零的鲜花。
我的母亲也已不再是一个女人。她同样在苦海中沉浮。整日里见她撰写父亲的手稿,帮父亲查找文献。她视力日渐下降,背痛得要命。虽然这些作品永远不会署上她的名字,她却为此弄得精疲力竭。当父亲遭同事们妒忌,被他们排挤迫害时,是母亲在安抚他,保卫他。三年前,父亲被他的一个女学生迷住了,母亲隐忍不言。一天早上,那女孩子抱着婴儿找上门来,私下里母亲把自己所有的体己都给了她,才让她从此离开千风城。母亲出卖了自己的灵魂换得家中的平静。她从未流过一滴眼泪。
可谁又配得上“女人”这光辉的字眼?
