"Rui·In the Name of Love" is a saddening book. Of course, the themes previously selected for the Rui series - loneliness, jealousy, lies - all probe into the darkest corners of the heart. But compared to this issue, they still appear somewhat light-hearted. These corners are dark because they are hidden. So we address these topics, we discuss, we acknowledge, we share; all these are forms of healing, allowing light to shine into the darkness. But this time, we have no confidence that these discussions will be effective. What we face is something beyond our control.
Rui·In the Name of Love Attitude Section
Even if it's sporadic, even if it's half-concealed, even if parents prefer to let that era rot in their memories, we still hear them describe that era to some extent. They talk about how the Red Guards stormed into the house of the neighboring family, so they closed their doors and stopped making noise. They visited their teachers in the cowshed and saw them being beaten until hunched over, holding brooms and sweeping with their backs turned to them. The phrase they most often repeat is probably, "we were all delayed by the times."
Rui·In the Name of Love Salon Section
My favorite should be A Cheng, partly because of his authenticity. He writes about one person, a few people's stories; he doesn't write about the era. Novels that claim to depict an era are very questionable because behind them, there always seems to be a shadowy hand manipulating things. For instance, the theme he chose in "The King of Chess," he deliberately avoided big issues, instead focusing only on chess and food. The era created his hunger, but he adopted a positive and optimistic attitude; his joys and sorrows were not filled or dictated by the era. I think subconsciously, writers of their generation always wanted to discard the Cultural Revolution as a whole, thus choosing a similar stance to resist it.
Rui·In the Name of Love Fiction Section
She turned to look at the wall beside her bed. On the wall was a large picture teaching children to recognize words, with pictures and names of various vegetables and fruits, each name accompanied by pinyin. She heard her mother's footsteps and immediately closed her eyes. Her mother seemed unaware that she was sleeping, saying, "We're out of soy sauce, go buy a bottle from the supply cooperative." Her mother placed fifty cents on the bedside without pulling back the mosquito net. She had no choice but to get up, swatted a big mosquito, leaving a large bloodstain on her hand. She got dressed, washed her hands, didn't even wash her face, and picked up the soy sauce bottle to go to the supply cooperative. She was growing taller, walking under the sun, always feeling her shorts were too short, wishing she could become the short shadow on the ground.
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