![]() 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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