Shan Sa - 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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我的话刺伤了父亲,他站起身来和我道了声晚安,回房去了。我慢吞吞地离开了饭厅。真后悔冒犯了父亲,让老人家伤心。他是地地道道的学者,终日与书本为友,又怎能指责他与西方殖民地沆瀣一气?

我把房门死死地反锁上,拉紧窗帘。

坐在床边,我呆呆地望着桌上的药壶。决心下定后,我用丝巾和手帕结成了一条绳子。

窗下,一缕蚊香,缓缓腾空。

死亡是如此简单。不过是一时之苦,转瞬间就能跨越这道门槛,迈入另一重世界。那里不再有伤痛,不再有忧愁,是永恒的平静。死亡,是雪与雪的摩擦,是冰川雪原的熊熊烈火,是最壮丽的燃烧!

我把绳子系在梁上。绳套悬在我头顶,一动不动,犹如一株千年古树。

我蹲在地上望着它,直到看得自己眼珠发疼。

只要站起身来,思想就停止了。

四周一片死寂。

我站起身拽了拽,绳套很结实。

我把头伸了进去。

绳子勒在我脖子上,弄得我很不舒服。我向往无穷,渴望纵身跃入万丈深渊,一阵快感骇呆了我:我在这里也在那边,我是我而又不再是我!

我已经死了吗?

我把头从绳圈中缩了回来,又坐在床上。

我脱下衣服,发现出了一身冷汗。我在脸盆中用浸湿的毛巾擦拭自己的身体。冰凉的水刺得我一阵寒战。我端起了药壶。汤药苦得要命,好几次我被迫停下,换口气继续喝。我在内裤上塞满棉花,解下绳套,收好手帕丝巾,手捂着肚子倒在了床上。

在灯光下,闭上眼睛,等待着。

自从敏辉死后,我怕在黑暗中见到他的黑魅,从此夜晚不再熄灯。睡梦中我在森林中漫步,阳光从页间射进来。一只怪兽出现在眼前。它一身金色的短毛,生着狮鬃。它身子挺拔修长优美。不知是犬是豹。我见它闯入了我的领地,不禁勃然大怒。我召来一头老虎,叫它将它赶走。突然间,受伤的怪兽变成了我自己。老虎抓开了我的肚子,用利齿撕咬着我的五脏六腑。

我被自己的呻吟声惊醒了。一阵剧痛从我隆起的腹部延到大腿,一直传到脚跟。我艰难地爬起来,洗把脸,又拖着身子走到厨房,狂喝了十几瓢水解渴。

刚躺下,一会儿工夫,我又醒了。恍惚间,从床上滚到地下,还连带着床单枕头。我紧紧抓住了桌角,却无论如何也抵挡不了腹中的阵阵绞痛。

等到疼痛略缓,我俯身去看双腿间有没有流血。棉花上依旧色不染,我在这一片洁白之中看到了敏辉讥讽的微笑。又是一阵剧痛,我已感觉不到四肢的存在。一股热流传遍全身,让我不住地颤抖呻吟。

一阵阵痉挛接踵而来,长夜苦短,真后悔刚才没有吊死自己。

天色破晓。窗前唧唧喳喳的鸟儿正在宣告黎明的到来。院子里传来王妈扫地的声音。过不了多久,我就会被家人发现,就要面对父亲严厉的目光。这种奇耻大辱,还不如一死了之。

我用尽最后的力气,勉强从地上爬起来。我双臂酸软,一片羽毛对我来说都有千斤之重,更何况被子枕头。

我咬紧牙,慢慢地收拾了房间。

朝阳从窗棂帘隙中徐徐涌入。我腰痛欲裂。无论站着还是躺着,都觉得有只铅球要从身上坠下。我坐在镜前,镜中的我面容苍白扭曲。我薄施了脂粉,还上了腮红。

早餐时,脑子里一片空白,冷不防血却在这时流了出来。双腿间一股热流漫过,我急奔厕所。内裤上满是泛沫的黑血。我既不觉欢喜,也不觉悲哀。

从今以后,世间还有什么能够打动我?

到该上学时间了。我怕弄脏裙子,把所有能找到的东西--棉花、破布、手纸--统统塞进了卫生带。还穿了两条内裤,套上了姐姐的旧旗袍。我平日里顶讨厌这条裙子,嫌它蓝色太深,下摆太大。我把头发梳一条长辫,系了条手帕。

我下了黄包车,蹒跚走进教学楼,一帮女生在我周围跑来跑去,清晨,年轻的少女们鼓噪得如同一群凌空飞来的麻雀,一个同学迎面而来。

“哟,你今天怎么像个三十岁的老女人!”

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我足足等了中国女孩一个小时。

上军校时,我最爱执勤站岗。手中紧握着枪。整夜整晚地留神倾听四周的动静。下雨时,雨衣把我与外界隔离开来。我成了蜷缩在自己思想中的胎儿。每当天空飘起鹅毛大雪,旋转而下的雪花仿若千万个音节,在黑夜的宣纸上留下白色的墨迹。我一动不动,双眼圆睁,仿佛变成了一只鸟儿,一棵大树。我忘记了自己的身体,忘记了我来自何方,我成了恒古不变的大自然的一部分。

中国少女终于出现了。她朝我含糊一笑,算是打了个招呼。我站起身来,鞠躬还礼。她也欠了欠身。她好像午睡得太久,双眼红肿,面孔扭曲,嘴角边现出两道深深的皱纹。辫子上滑下来的散发捋到耳后。她那朦胧又温存的眼神酷似给我整理和服时的母亲。

她请我先开始。第二百手之后,白棋和黑棋交错相围,棋盘上局势错综复杂。我俩为弹丸之地争个不休。女孩子下子时棋音精细,如一根根针落到了地上。

今日,她的思路敏捷得惊人。我后悔自己在上轮对局中紧张失措,下决心抵御一切外来影响。我花了半个小时,才回了一子。三分钟后,敌方的白棋就走完了。她狠辣的出手让我震惊,不由地抬眼朝她望过去。

她本来在偷偷注视着我。见到我,她转移了目光,假装遥望我身后棋桌的棋手。我的心跳加速。我垂下眼帘,尽力集中精神。不可思议的事情发生了。我在棋盘上的黑白子之间又看到了她的面孔!

我的黑子刚刚落下,白子就占领了东边的一处要点。她回棋从未如此之快。这一招又下得无可挑剔。我又抬起了头,发现她也正朝我这边望过来,不由地脸上一阵发烧。为了掩饰自己的局促,我装出一副潜心思考的样子。

她还在那里盯着我看。我自觉前额滚烫,突然,她的声音在耳边响起:

“能帮我个忙吗?”

我的心一阵狂跳。

“....好的。”

她沉默了一小会,小声说:

“我只信任您一人。”

“我能帮您什么忙呢?”

“跟我来,一会儿再解释。”

我帮她记下棋盘上的局形,收拾好棋子。

她把棋匣放回书包。

女孩走在前面,我紧随其后,她碎步急行,几绺乱发在空中飘舞。

我的心一阵发紧,被一阵奇异的痛苦所侵噬。她要带我到哪儿去呢?她娇小的身影分树而过。城中的大街小巷组成了一座无边的迷宫。我早已迷失了方向。

她偶尔会回头对我一笑。目光中的冷峻早已消失不见。她举手叫了辆黄包车,让我上来坐在她旁边。

“请拉我们去七韵山!”

阳光透过车棚射了进来,给她的脸上笼上了一层金色的面纱。光明中,可见车顶飘下浮尘,悠悠地落到了她的睫毛上。我拘谨地坐长车椅的另一头,尽量与她保持距离。这一切都是徒劳。车转弯时,我们双臂相处。我感觉自己像是被她冰冻的肌肤咬了一口,身上不由得发痒。她装作毫不在意。她的颈间散发出少女特有的香气,好似绿茶与香皂混合的味道。黄包车轮轧过一块石头,我俩的大腿又碰到了一起。

兴奋和羞耻一同折磨着我。

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