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Playing for Thrills

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I first read this book in chinese when I was 14. Like most 14 year-old, I read it only as a book that my parents wouldn't allow me to read. (By the way, it is never really banned in China, only criticized heavily by the authorities.) At that time, I found the book to be quite humorous, but nothing special. It wasn't the funniest book from Wang Shuo by all means. Twelve years later, I came across its english translation accidentally on a dusty library shelf. I was curious, picked it up, and started reading. Goldblatt's translation is very impressive, in fact, it doesn't have any of the awkard moments or sentences most of the translated works have here and there. He may have missed a few very subtle innuendos, but overall, the translation gave the book an even dreamier environment, and curiously, more fluent language than the original. I had to get the chinese edition and read it all over again, and after that, I have to admit for the first time that a translated work is actually better than the original. As for Wang Shuo's novel itself, this is probably the most structually complex one, and he did show off his enormous writing skills. But as the plot and character development goes, it's not the top of his work. It's about a generation (if you divide each generation by 10 years) that has robbed of its older ideology, the one they've been brought up with, so they become cynical; and yet, they could not adopt to the newer money-oriented philosophy of the younger generation, so they are still sincere and innocent in their own mind. To have spent their childhood and youth in the Culture Revolution, this is a story about a generation that's alienated from the society that has become, and yet desperately wants to join in the fun that they definitely know they won't enjoy. I actually liked his later works better. His latest work (also on Fang Yan and Gao Yang and the entire gang) is interestly set in kindergarden, and is the two thirds of the book that "Playing for thrills" had implied at the very end.

In Playing for Thrills, Wang Shuo weaves a complex, compelling, and utterly confusing web in which the reader is quickly trapped. The book is neither noir nor surreal, as it is often labelled, but filtered through the hazy lens of alientation and indifference, the reader quickly becomes as defracted as the characters.

I hated this book, but found it totally addictive. Wang Shuo is a master storyteller, and like a good film director, cleverly manipulates his audience, and we are always exactly where he wants us to be.

The plot is pretty petty and pointless, but the rambling narrative presents the best literary portrait there is of Beijing in the 1980s. It is especially amusing in its scathing portrait of the new semi-rich wheeler-dealer class, in all their tastelessness and self-importance.

Wang Shuo is arguably the most critically and commercially successful writer in modern China, and is also an acclaimed screen writer. This book may not provide a sense of his importance, but it will introduce readers to his expertly maneuvered prose.

In the editiorial review, Mr. Alder states that wang shuo's works are banned in China,("so unfit for public consumption that his work is officially banned (although widely popular). "), which is untrue I am afraid. Non of Wang Shuo's works has ever been offically banned in China. Recently Wang Shuo's collection has been published (4 volumes), which include almost all Wang Shuo's novels dating back to 1970's. Another two of his books that comment on some of the status of Chinese literature and reveal of his personal views have just been published in last two years.

I personally just can't help clearifying that there are not so many banned books in China as some of the westen readers might expect. No harm is meant here.

Wang Shuo knows Beijing and its citizen and shows they better than anybody else.If you have the chance go and live the ways of the Beijing of Wang Shuo. Maybe you'll find a Fan Yang in your way....

Wang Shuo is known as a non-orthodox writer. But he acutually started writing in a very orthodox way. His early writings are in proper language and with upright spirit. But soon after he changed his style to the so-called pizi wenxue (hooligan literature), which gave him more freedom. But as he talked about his own writings recently, he fell into another fluffy trap, "as if he is the delegate of the god to announce truth to the ignorant general public." Later he looked down on this kind of people himself. His late works are very closely related to screenplays and became mature. "Playing for Thrills are one of his midterm works, which he regarded as formism himself and was not happy with it.

Wang Shuo is one of the most controversial writer in China at present. He is extremely famous for criticize and challenge of a lot of well-recognized scholars. He has a large number of both followers and criticizers, which forms a extradonary literacy phenomenon in China.

Playing for thrills is a book known for his sarcastic, spoken language style. It is real fun to read this book. But the author seems to show off his writing skills as he admitted later. I am personally a follower of Wang Shuo, but will not hesitate to point out the weakness in his ideology. I hope more of his works will be translated into foreign languages.

I enjoyed the first 100 pages, and this novel offers expertly rendered setting (the rough side of Beijing) and characters. But if you want plot, the book teases you that a fascinatingly complex web will satisfyingly come together, but instead 'who did what to whom and so on' moves from mystery to incoherence and you just give up (I did after 250 pages).

certainly there were times when you might lose a thread, but i don't get why people didn't think the plot came together. i find his style a little austerish (paul), in that psuedo-mystery sort of way. after su tong he's now my second favorite chinese writer.........

I've read this book now three times, I think, and the spooky, half-explained atmosphere is still permanently ingrained in my brain. I love it! In particular, the scene involving the line "there's something on your body that I know quite well" simply won't leave me alone. =)

Note to previous reviewer: Austeresque? That's interesting. I liked Auster's "New York Trilogy" a lot too. I wonder if that's significant.

I read some of the hype about this book and picked it up at the library-wish I hadn't. It resulted in possibly the most annoying few hours I've ever spent reading. Make no mistake, I enjoy good surrealism (Gogol for one) and noir (Chandler, et al), and I am reasonably well steeped in Asian pop culture, but this was a total disappointment. It starts confusingly, but I figured things would gradually clear up as I read along, however by the end I was no further along in understanding the book. The aimless plot clearly is meant as a portrait and critique of modern urban Chinese society, with it's attendant cynical wheeler-dealer underworld figures, but that's about it. Stephen King bafflingly blurbed it as "the most brilliantly entertaining hardboiled novel of the 90s." It might actually work better as film, perhaps in the hands of a master of atmosphere and mood like Wong Kar Wai.

despite early plot similarities to mailer's tough guys don't dance it does go elsewhere. it also has auster's psuedo mystery genre thing going, and even feels a little austeresque. makes me think i'm gonna like the new china....