Chapter 067: Awards Dinner (Part II)

Entering the main venue of the awards dinner, there were not many young handsome men and beautiful women, but most of them were middle-aged and elderly men in their forties and fifties, fifties and sixties, as well as women who were old and decrepit. As for their titles and identities, they are often either the presidents of such and such large publishing houses, or well-known writers who have been famous in China for a long time. In addition, there are some book-loving celebrities, gold medal screenwriters, and critics......

This grand high-profile awards dinner is just a cold dinner party on the surface, and the awards are just one Akutagawa Award and one Naoki Award. Of course, there have even been cases where the Akutagawa Award is vacant, but only the Naoki Award is awarded. In fact, it is a big gathering in the literary circle, socializing and socializing...... After all, a person who can be invited to attend such an occasion, even if he does not fully represent the whole of Japan, and even the upper class of Tokyo, is definitely in line with the words "social elite" in a field.

"Follow me, don't get lost. I will introduce you to all the people present one by one, so that it will be helpful for the further development of your future career. Sakai Chie, who had been holding his right arm and didn't let go, turned her head to look at him and said with a smile.

"I can't lose it. If I really lose it, you must remember to call the police and ask the police uncle to come to me and take me home. Knowing that she was for her own good Takeshita grass mustard, she seemed to be not serious.

"Look at the talented girl in front of you with her hair coiled, wearing a red evening dress, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, and talking and laughing with our president, is Lisa Mianya. She is the youngest recipient of the Akutagawa Prize. It's just a pen name of his, and his real name is Risa Yamada. She was only 19 years and 11 months old when she won the 130th Akutagawa Award, and her work was "The Back of a Long Kick". In March 2004, the March 2004 issue of the monthly magazine Bungei Chun Lun, which published the Akutagawa Prize's winning works and judges' comments, had an exceptional print run of 800,000 copies for the first time, and the final sales record reached 1,185,000 copies. Sakai Chie, who fell directly on the first object, took the initiative to introduce Takeshita Kusashi next to her.

After a pause, she naturally hoped that Takeshita Kusa would eventually surpass Risa Miya and become a new legend, and continued, "Before that, the December 1990 issue of "Emperor Showa's Monologues" sold 1.05 million copies was the highest circulation record ever. Lisa Miya's single book "The Back of the Underkicking" is also a grand event for the Akutagawa Prize-winning works alone. Since 1976, Ryu Murakami's "Infinitely Similar to Transparent Blue" has finally come out with another million-level bestseller. As far as I know, by the end of 2004, 1.27 million copies had been sold. That's an impressive amount of sales in less than a year. ”

Listening to what she said, Takeshita Kusaokei is like a mirror, although he won the Akutagawa Award, the highest literary award in Japan, but it only represents his journey of thousands of miles before it really started. Now that he is really nothing in front of many literary celebrities? After all, in a normal year, there will be one in the first half of the year, and one will emerge in the second half of the year.

The reason why Sakai Chie is particularly optimistic about Takeshita Kusa and has a blue eye for him is that she likes him very much, which is very tragic, reflects the literary style of human nature, and also contains great potential talents to be brought into play; On the other hand, according to his own knowledge, he has never participated in the newcomer award competition launched by large and small publishing houses, but he was able to win the Akutagawa Prize, the highest award representing Japanese literature. What surprised and amazed her the most was that Takeshita Kusaokei created a history by not graduating from traditional Japanese universities such as Waseda University and the University of Tokyo, but winning the highest literary award for domestic elite literature by virtue of his grassroots nature.

In fact, only Takeshita Grass Mustard himself knows best that the previous owner of his body was submitted to participate in the selection of countless newcomer awards in China, and in the end, he was named Sun Shan. In the eyes of everyone, he is a person who has no talent for writing at all, but he has to go down this road, and when he hits the south wall, his head is already bleeding, and he will not look back.

Sakai Chie took Takeshita Kusaoke's right arm, went straight forward, approached Lisa Mianya and the president of the Literary Spring and Autumn Publishing House, and said with a polite smile: "Lisa Mianya, president, excuse me, take up a little bit of your time, let me introduce you a little." The one next to me is the winner of the 155th Akutagawa Prize, Takeshita Kusasa. ”

"Fortunately." Lisa Mianya and the president of the Literary Spring and Autumn Publishing House are of the same caliber, looking at Takeshita Kusaoke, with a polite smile on her face, she blurted out her debut.

"I've read your short story Rashomon, and it's a rare masterpiece. Originally, I thought it was a masterpiece written by an elderly uncle, but I never thought it would be written by a young talent like you. Very, very good novel. You deserve to win this year's Akutagawa Prize. Presumably, let the most venomous critics comment, and it is undeniable that "Rashomon" is a masterpiece. Lisa, who had one thing to say, did not change the smile on her face, and said with no lack of humor: "Tonight, I just regret that I am thirty-three when I see you." If Heaven could make me ten years younger, I would not let you go until I chased you down. Now, I can only watch you hand over to this young and beautiful young lady beside you. ”

"Lisa-sensei, you're so kind. I've blushed with your praise. Compared to you, I'm still a fledgling. There are still a lot of things I don't understand about writing, but I don't know if I can ask you more for advice. Takeshita Kusaoke, who completely showed gentleness and humility, treated her as a senior with the courtesy of a junior, and smiled and deliberately avoided the second half of her words that seemed to be a joke but not a joke.

"You are very welcome to come to my house." Lisa, who admires the rising star, does not have that kind of jealous and jealous little belly. What's more, the word "literature" is still unknown to anyone, what is going on? It seems that there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. In fact, literature is much more complex and incomprehensible than Hamlet, inexplicable, and difficult to fathom.