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基本信息·出版社：yuen-liou publishing co.
·页码：266 页
·出版日期：1995年01月
·ISBN：0684860236
·条形码：9780684860237
·版本：第1版(纯英文)
·装帧：平装
·开本：32
·正文语种：英语
·外文书名：米
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When Five Dragons, a poor country boy, chances his fortune in the city, his brutal humiliation at the hands of a gang of wharf rats hones his purpose to a knife-edge. His desire for power and women is insatiable and when he marries Cloud Weave, the disgraced beautiful daughter of a wealthy rice emporium owner, and inherits the business, fulfilment beckons. But men tire easily of their playthings, particularly in this wayward family, and Cloud Weave is too headstrong to be bound by the shackles of her sex...
In his unforgettablefirstnovel.Su long writes about pre-war China and the unspoken brutality of a family that is devouring itself THESUNDAYTIMES
'Su long's evocation of one family's destiny in 1930s'China is stark and vivid in the extreme. A chilling and macabre tale, characteristically told with imagination and unflinching honesty1 TIMEOUT
'Su Tong has fashioned in Rice a heart-rending, and enormously
passionate assault on the traditions of the western novel. There's no love
here; there's no redemption; there's no triumph of the individual. Unless you
count the triumph inherent in SuTong's overwhelming
imaginative virtuosity'
RICK MOODY, author of PURPLE AMERICA
文摘 AS THE DAYS TURNED BALMY, CLOUD WEAVE LIBERATED
her warm-weather clothes from her dresser and hung them out to air: silks and satins, woolens, velvets, and leathers competed for space in the yard, which reeked of mothballs. She treasured her fashionable clothes, the centerpiece of her youthful wealth. Over the winter she had put on a few pounds, but that only increased the appearance of voluptuousness. Even indoors she kept her chin and jowls buried in a fox muffler, like the slinky, gorgeous movie stars she read about.
Her mood was as bright as the sky. From her rocking chair she looked with satisfaction at the silk scarves and satin cheongsams. Rays of afternoon sunlight poured down past the eaves; soft silks fluttered gracefully, like waves, calming her mind. It was so quiet she could hear the gentle snapping sound. She rocked back and forth humming a northern Jiangsu tune that was popular along the wharf. It had frivolous, naughty lyrics filled with sexy teases. She stopped to giggle. That's so silly, she muttered. She couldn't remember when she'd learned the song.
后记 TRACKS OF THE SOUN RAILWAY STRETCHED AS FTHERAR
as the eye could see, sandwiched between luxuriant growths of bushes that rustled wetly. The sodden sky began to clear over the riverbank as the black boxcars rumbled by; rays of sunlight poking through mist and rain illuminated the surface of the river and turned the wheels and cars a dull gold.
The sun should be up by the time we reach Xuzhou, the engineer shouted to the motorman.
Hard to say, the motorman replied as he climbed out of the grimy cab and looked skyward. Let it rain. In times like these, when you can't say in the morning if you'll still be alive that night, a little rain can't hurt. And if it doesn't bother people, it sure as hell can't hurt the freight.
The sky was not visible from inside the boxcar; at first, trickles of rain seeped in through the cracks, but eventually even they stopped. The train rumbled across the bridge heading north. Kindling Boy tried to force the ventilation window, but it was sealed half open with three rivets, leaving just enough room for his arm, and making it impossible to see any more of the bleak scenery than an occasional bare branch whizzing by.
