1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 533 Don't Move, I'll Come
The writer interview column has existed since the birth of the "Paris Review". It has been the most popular column of the publication for so many years, and it has also become an indispensable information for many American readers to understand many writers. It enjoys a high reputation in the Omi literary circle. prestige.

Christian Salmon is the editor and reporter of The Paris Review. He has been working in the industry for more than ten years. He is not alone in charge of this talk show. Roughly speaking, he has interviewed more than 20 famous literary figures over the years , but he has never met a writer like Lin Weimin.

When it comes to those famous writers, Christian Salmon has many impressions of them, such as taciturn, sensitive, irritable, vitriolic, humorous...

Christian Salmon has a lot to complain about when it comes to the writers he interviews.

Because of the filters, readers always feel that these writers are of great character and high morals, but Christian Salmon is familiar with the virtues of this group of people, and naturally knows that they are actually ordinary people, and even some people's character and The character is not up to the average standard of the crowd.

Compared with so many writers he interviewed, Lin Weimin has conquered everyone around him with his talent and character. While completing his own work, he has always insisted on efficient creation and actively participated in charity activities.

Christian Salmon felt that he really saw in Lin Weimin the ideal of a writer who was both talented and moral. After so many interviews, he no longer felt that this image was false, but felt to become more real.

At the same time, after so many interviews, Christian Salmon's curiosity about Lin Weimin has not weakened, but has become more intense. He is eager to learn more about Lin Weimin's life and more detailed creative experience.

Inside the Capital Airport, Christian Salmon was about to board the plane back to Milan. After hugging Lin Weimin, he said, "Lin, if you want to write a biography in the future, you must entrust this task to me!"

"My friend, I am only less than 30 years old this year, your idea is too advanced!" Lin Weimin laughed.

"It's okay, I call it an advance reservation!" Christian Salmon said easily.

"no problem!"

"A word is settled!"

Christian Salmon held Lin Weimin's hand tightly.

Sending Christian Salmon away, the time has come to late October, the weather in Yanjing is getting colder every day, and it will be winter in a few days.

That day Lin Weimin received a call from Yu Hua.

After graduating from the National Academy of Letters, Yu Hua returned to Zhijiang, and was first transferred to the editorial department of "Yanyulou" as an editor. After his first novel "Shouting in the Drizzle" was published, he achieved great success in writing. Yu Hua was transferred to the JX City Literary Association and became a professional writer, full-time writing.

Yu Hua called Lin Weimin today mainly to tell him good news.

He has just been allocated a house of more than 30 square meters this month. There are no commercial houses these days, and the housing for employees depends entirely on the unit. Yu Huacai was assigned a house not long after he was transferred to JX City Literature. It's something to celebrate.

When Yu Hua talked about this matter on the phone, he was full of excitement.

"Mr. Lin, when will you have time to come to our place to play? It's been a long time since you've seen me. It's strange!" Yu Hua extended a warm invitation to Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin said perfunctorily, "I will go when I have time."

Then he asked about the novel again, and Yu Hua said in a brisk tone: "It's coming soon, it's going very well."

Lin Weimin would definitely not believe this kind of nonsense, so he urged Yu Hua a few more words.

"Understood, don't worry, I will finish writing as soon as possible." Yu Hua promised, and then said: "Mr. Lin, this novel is finished, shouldn't your editorial department send someone to pick it up?"

The editorial department sends someone to pick up the manuscript, which belongs to the value and respect for the writer. In recent years, it has gradually become a way for writers to compare with each other.

"If you don't want to come to Yanjing, the editorial department can send someone to pick it up."

What Lin Weimin said caused Yu Hua to hesitate. He just had nothing to say to make a joke, but Lin Weimin answered seriously, so he hesitated instead.

After the work is finished, it needs to be sent to Yanjing. This is a good excuse to go out and mess around. If the editorial department sends someone to pick it up, wouldn't he have no chance to mess around?

Thinking about it, I feel panicked, "Forget it, let me give it to you."

Yu Hua's answer did not meet Lin Weimin's expectations, "Okay, let's write it down!"

"understood!"

It's frost today, and it's getting off work in the evening, the sky outside is already gray, and as the weather gets colder, the sky is getting shorter and shorter.

Colleagues left the work unit on bicycles, among which there were several motorcycles, but Lin Weimin's big black Mercedes was still the only one.

Driving back home, Tao Huimin was cooking.

Since getting married, except for the few months when she went to the United States, Tao Huimin has been staying at Renyi in peace and stability, occasionally acting in a role.

During the meal, Tao Huimin hesitated, as if she wanted to say something.

"Just talk if you have something to say, isn't it uncomfortable to hold back?" Lin Weimin said.

Seeing this, Tao Huimin said, "Weimin, a TV series found me and asked me to play the heroine."

"TV series? Which station produced it?"

Tao Huimin said: "On stage in Shanghai, but filming in Beijing."

Lin Weimin knew that Tao Huimin specially emphasized that the TV series would be filmed in Yanjing, just because he was afraid that he would disagree.

"You can pick it up if you want. Even after filming "Dream of Red Mansions" last year, you have been free for a year. It's good to have this opportunity to film a movie."

Tao Huimin happily asked: "Do you agree with my filming?"

"This is your job! Is there any disagreement?"

Hearing what he said, Tao Huimin let go of the burden in her heart, with a smile on her face.

After eating, Tao Huimin cleaned up the kitchen, while Lin Weimin went to the study.

His efficiency in writing novels is now much slower than before. It's not that his level has dropped, it's simply that his life is too happy and his motivation is insufficient.

The novel at hand has been written intermittently for more than half a month, and I have just finished half of it.

At work the next day, Lin Weimin received a call from Roger Strauss, announcing that the English version of "The Hunt" will be released in the United States in early November.

In addition to "The Hunt", Roger Strauss also picked "The Wind" in Lin Weimin's spy war trilogy, but because this novel needs FSG's own translation, the publication speed is much slower.

In terms of the number of prints, Roger Strauss placed high hopes on "The Hunt", with an initial print of 20 copies, while the number of copies of "The Wind" was much more conservative, only [-] copies.

If we simply use the number of prints of "The Hunt" as a comparison, this number appears to be very small.

But if this figure is put into the entire book market in the United States, it is actually not too small. Many novels with mediocre sales may not necessarily have sales of [-] copies after being sold for a few years.

Of course, this number is not too much. The end of the New York Times bestseller list every year is [-] copies.

Lin Weimin didn't have any objections to this print run. The novel itself was published in bundles, and Lao Mi was usually not very interested in the events of World War II that took place in the Far East.

In other words, the sales prospects of this novel should not be very good. If the print run of [-] copies fails to sell more than one-third, FSG Publishing House will have to lose money.

Publishing "The Wind" is a matter of mutual consent, and it is also one of the key factors for the cooperation between Roger Strauss and Lin Weimin.

A total of 25 copies of the two novels were printed, bringing Lin Weimin a royalty income of over 30.

A few days later, at the end of October, Lin Weimin received a call from Cheng Zhongshi from Shaanxi.

"Weimin, the novel is finished!" Lin Weimin let out a long breath when he felt that Cheng Zhongshi said this.

He stood up in surprise, couldn't control the volume with excitement, and said loudly: "I finished writing? Great!"

From 1983 when he was tempted to read to 1988 when he finished the first draft, it took nearly a year to revise it. Cheng Zhongshi spent six full years and finally completed the first novel in his life. brick".

Lin Weimin is also very clear that this will be Cheng Zhongshi's only novel in his life, but this does not affect Cheng Zhongshi and his novel's historical status in the Chinese literary world.

"Are you still in your hometown in Xi'an?"

"exist."

"Okay, just stay at home and don't move, our editorial department will send someone to pick up the manuscript!"

"Let me send it to you!"

In the process of creating Cheng Zhongshi's novel, he received a lot of help from Lin Weimin and the editorial department of "Contemporary".

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm going to collect manuscripts, and I can meet some writers from Shaanxi by the way!"

Lin Weimin's tone was unquestionable, and a little bit sad.

"Okay then, I'll wait for you here!"

"it is good!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Weimin hurried to the big office of the editorial department.

"Old He, come with me to Shaanxi!" Lin Weimin said eagerly.

He Qizhi was a little surprised, "What happened? Are you in such a hurry?"

"Good thing, Lao Cheng's novel is finished, and I'm going to pick up the manuscript!" Lin Weimin said with a smile on his face.

Colleagues Qi Qi came to Lin Weimin to read it. Cheng Zhongshi wrote a novel for five or six years, and Lin Weimin would care about it from time to time. Everyone knew that he had high hopes for that novel.

"It's finished!" He Qizhi sighed.

He expressed the thoughts of his colleagues that a writer may not publish a work in five or six years, but if you say that you will write a work in five or six years, it is indeed a bit exaggerated.

Cheng Zhongshi has never written a novel, and his colleagues occasionally worry about the quality of his novel when chatting.

But out of trust in Lin Weimin, everyone has never publicly expressed these words, after all, they are optimistic about Lin Weimin.

"For the sake of the people, you don't need to go personally to pick up manuscripts!" He Qizhi said.

"It's okay, I'm going to meet other writers in Shaanxi by the way. Now that the editorial department is short of good manuscripts, let's treat it as a collection of manuscripts!"

Seeing that Lin Weimin insisted on going, He Qizhi stopped persuading him.

Early the next morning, the two boarded the train to Shaanxi.

(End of this chapter)