![]() ![]() Two days after finishing Life and Death I’m already halfway through Sandalwood Death (2001) and loving every word of it. I don’t care what other books I might have had the craving for, they’re queued as of now. I read it in 18 days, so it took him only twice the time to literally put pen to paper. Mo Yan’s Life and Death Are Wearing Me Out (2006) is a thoughtful voyage deep into the self, a kind of inverse Christmas Carol (1843), a chronicle of the times equal to One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967) of such epic complexity it’s unfathomable that Mo Yan wrote this masterpiece by hand in mere 42 days. So begins a dizzying journey of literary ingenuity, effortlessness and sheer mastery of style and narrative. In the two years prior to that, I suffered cruel torture such as no man can imagine in the bowels of hell. ![]()
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