Sun Ganlu

Sun Ganlu

Sun Ganlu, born on July 10, 1959 in Shanghai, China, Han nationality, whose ancestral home is Rongcheng, Shandong Province, is a full-time technical secondary school student (with a degree of technical secondary school and an exceptional promotion). She is a first-class writer in literary creation. She started work in September 1979, joined the China Association for the promotion of democracy in October 2005, and joined the Communist Party of China in June 2011. My father is a soldier and my mother is a teacher. He joined the local post office in 1977 and published his famous work "visiting dreams" in 1986, followed by "I am a young wine jar" and "letter of messenger", which made him a typical "avant-garde".

At present, he is the vice chairman of Shanghai Federation of literary and art circles, the full-time vice chairman of Shanghai Writers Association, the chairman of Pudong New Area Federation of literary and art circles, the president of sprout magazine, and the president of Sinan selected literature magazine.

About the writer

Sun Ganlu was born in Shanghai, China on July 10, 1959. His father is a soldier and his mother is a teacher. He joined the local post office in 1977 and published his famous work "visiting dreams" in 1986, followed by "I am a young wine jar" and "letter of messenger", which made him a typical "avant-garde". Some people think that sun Ganlu turns writing into a rhetorical game of "anti fiction". His story has neither origin nor development. Of course, it has no result. Narration is just a process of self-discipline reaction of words. In sun Ganlu's narration, those random and Broken fantasy experiences are written in the way of literary language according to the emotional deepening of the writing subject and the transformation of idiomatic structure of metaphysical existence experience, and the philosophical thinking of the eternity of time and the instantaneity of existence. Therefore, literature lovers are deterred. In 1988, sun Ganlu published his novella "ask a woman to guess a riddle", which is also regarded as a representative work of avant-garde novels. His main works include the novel breath (Huacheng press, early February 1997), the collection of short and medium stories visiting dreams (Changjiang literature and Art Press, early September 1993), and the collection of essays dancing on the ceiling (Wenhui press, early January 1997). His works are translated into English, French, Japanese and other languages, and have been included in various literary collections at home and abroad. In 2003, he published "in memory of Qin e" (China Federation of literary and Art Publishing House).

In 2012, he accepted the invitation of CCTV's "Xiao Cui Shuo Shi" to talk about his unusual writing life.

Sun Ganlu's novel is not so much a novel as a poetic story. Sun Ganlu's personalized narration makes the Chinese language and the story itself present more possibilities than the language of contemporary poetry. As Wang Shuo said: Sun Ganlu is of course the best, and his written language is the most quintessence. He is like God writing by his hand, which makes us respect and respect written language again to fear.

Biography of characters

In July 2014, he served as vice president of Shanghai online Writers Association.

He once served as vice chairman of Shanghai Writers Association (not resident), President of germinating magazine and President of Sinan literature selected magazine.

In 2017, he served as the full-time vice chairman of Shanghai Writers Association, the president of bud magazine, and the president of Sinan literature selected magazine.

He will be vice chairman of Shanghai Federation of literary and art circles in January 2019.

Member of the Ninth National Committee of the Chinese Writers Association.

In 2020, he will be the judge of the third Bobo Republic literature award.

Appointment and removal information

On the afternoon of January 7, 2019, the first Congress and inaugural meeting of the Federation of literary and art circles of Pudong New Area was held in the administrative office center of Pudong New Area. Sun Ganlu, vice chairman of Shanghai Writers' Association and famous writer, was elected as the first chairman of the Federation.

On January 16, 2019, the Eighth Congress of Shanghai Federation of literary and art circles was held in Shanghai, and sun Ganlu was elected vice chairman of the Federation.

Representative works

Time Doll:

In my childhood, I had an illusion that the life I was going to spend was a secondary part of my life, and the core of my life would exist in another way and in another history. It's so lifelike that I can reach it. It's like touching my body countless times - the unreal, the erotic, the consolation and the grief in reality. The concept of body comes from images, from the memory, amplification and distortion of images. Sometimes it's an old postcard, sometimes it's a yellow landscape photo in an expired pictorial, sometimes it's a flash shadow on TV, and more often it's a piece in a movie - it's composed of those characters, stories and scenes, but when they come into my retina, they are replaced by nameless looks and Impressionist styles The scenery, the moving body and the eternal and changing seasons. Just like the lines in Dante's Divine Comedy:

"The vision I see

Almost completely disappeared, but the fragrance was born from it

Still drop by drop in my heart. "A kind of tenderness and lament in the middle ages, like the feelings of the proletariat, tells the birth of the film industry and its historical destiny. Naturally, I'm talking about visions. It comes from the seemingly real existence of Shanghai, from the roll of Mexican Yin and Yang coins in the first half of this century, from rouge and lust, from the drunken night, from a jazz song, a song called you belong to my heart. Translated by Pidgin English of that era, it is "there is a crab on the belly". That's the name of the movie. This is my local accent, my scattered local accent. Mingled with the earthly heavy atmosphere, there are sharp negative tones floating over the Huangpu River and Suzhou River.

I am inclined to the view that Shanghai does not exist. The glimmering image and the faint tone seem to imply this. And this is a city that is sensitive to cues. Beyond the sound of silk and bamboo, it suddenly played jazz, a kind of music that seems to have nothing to do with it, the taste of America and the rhythm of black people, all of a sudden, it bypassed the revolving door of Shaxun building and fell into the profile of the Bund.

Music is just like time, passing through the years easily, and it seems to leave its heartbreaking mark everywhere inadvertently. A sad voice superimposed on the image of the ukiyo.

In a flash, the people's Republic of China. Sometimes, time provides us with some rules of omission, which enables us to jump over some dark relics of the times, connect the fragments of history, and the lines formed by inlay imply unintentional forgetting and deliberate avoidance.

In the folds of the image, inhabited by the injured tiny creatures, their sigh is sometimes a wandering alien song. This used to surprise me.

Er! Jazz。 Er! film.

It's like a mixture of Bertolucci and kislovsky, mixing a little Eastern European meditation with opera like enthusiasm. And the first part, mainly based on Langston. The Memoirs of Hughes. It rewrites the chapter about Shanghai. A kind of fantasy rewriting. A traveler's recollection of the place where he once stopped. "I wander, I wander" is a successful black man's review of his life as a poet.

Such a ballroom, you can find its prototype in almost any Hollywood type film, which naturally has the luxury of setting style, no shadow, and every ray of light is balanced. In the same kind of films in Europe, it appears a little less. And in this film, it's a little bit big and useless. It's even more elaborate and cumbersome than the real dance hall in Shaxun building. When the camera passes over the curtains, armchairs and candlelight reflecting utensils, it is to arouse your surprise.

I don't know how many people have heard us play, or how many people spend those nights in the Jazz we play day after day. Although the music is still there, often inadvertently sounded in the ear, but those faces, figures and rotating dance has long disappeared. I don't even remember my face at that time. Although it will show me from an old picture, it seems to be another person, in another place, in another story. There seems to be something between them, especially the pause in the music. Then, the music will ring again in some unexpected place, haunt you, touch a part of you, and drive you from the pause of your life again. In today's opinion, that's why I played in the Shaxun mansion every night when I was young. I still remember someone's mantra that he liked to use Duke Ellington's words: the road is my home Shanghai is just a place to store my letters.

The leisure garden at night (can you still find it today), luxurious interior. At least one caravan of Canadian Korean pine can reproduce the texture of the environment. It used to be Thai pine. The moisture-proof lime interlayer is now considered as a carcinogen. There are still such buildings in Moscow, the hometown of Russian exiles. The appearance of these characters is a kind of irony to the old Shanghai in the literary writing of this period, and a beautification of the refuge situation of a visa free metropolis. Through the lens of time, it seems to be a paradise. Or time is a paradise.

The young Chinese (in other words, the saxophone player and pianist played by young Chinese actors) came in happily. They went through the crowd. Martin. It's a follow-up of Scorsese style, a panoramic view of the interior of the nightclub (another American, the smell of the concession is getting heavier and heavier), and the lighting is soft. Yes, there are some paper lanterns on people's heads. Wearing second-hand clothes

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