HAPPY DREAMS ~ Book Excerpt

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I am pleased to be sharing  Jia Pingwa’s latest novel Happy Dreams along with an excerpt today on Books, Vertigo and Tea. Released on 10/1/17, this contemporary novel has been translated by award-winning writer, Nicky Harman.

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Happy Dreams
By Jia Pingwa
Translated by Nicky Harman
Published by Amazon Crossing
ISBN13: 9781611097429
Pages: 492

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Synopsis:

Hawa “Happy” Liu and his best friend, Wufu take an unforgettable journey from their rural hometown to the fast-paced city of Xi-an with just their hopes, friendship, and a pair of high heels for the woman of Happy’s dreams in hand.  In search of the recipient of his donated kidney and a more prestigious life, Happy will need more than just his unrelenting optimism to hold on to the belief that something better is possible when he is faced with harsh city conditions, the crush of societal inequalities and a sudden death.  Will they both survive?

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(New)ExcerptFrom Chapter One

“Name?”
“Happy Liu.”
“It says ‘Hawa Liu’ on your ID card. What’s with this ‘Happy Liu’?”
“I changed my name. Everyone calls me Happy Liu now.”
“‘Happy’ are you, Hawa Liu?”
“You must call me Happy Liu, comrade!”
“Happy Liu!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Know why I’m handcuffing you?”
“Because I had my buddy’s corpse with me?”
“And…?”
“I shouldn’t have been at the station with Wufu on my back.”
“Well, if you know that, why did you do it?”
“He needed to go home.”
“Home…?”
“Freshwind Township, Shangzhou District.”
“I’m asking about you!”
“Right here.”
“Huh?”
“Xi’an.”
“Xi’an?”
“Well, I should be from Xi’an.”
“Tell the truth!”
“I am telling the truth.”
“Then what do you mean by ‘should be’?”
“I really should be, comrade, because…”

It was October 13, 2000, and we were standing on the east side of Xi’an Station Square, outside the barriers. The policeman was taking a statement from me. The wind was blowing hard, and leaves floated down from the gingkos, catalpa, and plane trees around the edge of the square, covering everything with brilliant reds and yellows.

The thing I most regret about that day is not the bottle of taibai liquor, but the white rooster. Freshwind folk believe the spirit of someone who dies away from home has to make its way back. In case the spirit gets lost, you tie a white rooster to the body to guide it. The rooster I bought was supposed to help Wufu’s spirit get home, but in the end, the bird messed up everything. It weighed two and a half pounds at the very most, but the woman insisted it was three pounds. I lost my temper.

“Bullshit! No way is that three pounds! I can always tell how much something weighs! Do you know what I want it for?” (Of course I didn’t tell her what I wanted it for.)

But she kept shouting. “Put it on the scales again! Go ahead and put it on the scales again!” So then the policeman trotted over to sort out the argument.

And he saw the bedroll tied with rope. “What’s that?” He jabbed it with his baton. Lively Shi went as pale as if he’d smacked his face in a sack of ash. Then the stupid fucker opened his big mouth and said it was a side of pork, of all things.

“Pork? You wrap pork up in a quilt?” said the policeman. He carried on poking, and the corner of the bedroll came undone. That was when that coward Lively showed his true colors. He dropped the taibai bottle and took off. The policeman immediately pounced on me and handcuffed one of my wrists to the flagpole.

“Would you be so good as to handcuff my left wrist instead?” I asked with a smile. I’d pulled a muscle in my right arm digging the trench.

This time, the baton jabbed me in the crotch. “Don’t joke around!”

So I didn’t joke around.

Everything looked blurred, as if my eyes were gummed up with boogers. But I told myself to stay calm. The ink wouldn’t come out of the policeman’s pen, and he kept shaking it. The patch of pimples on his forehead flamed red. I tried to put my foot on a drifting plane tree leaf but couldn’t reach it. I’d never seen a young man with so many zits. Obviously not married yet and fierce as a young billy goat.

Click. A reporter was taking a photograph.

I took an instant dislike to her. She was done up like a little girl, with bangs down to her eyebrows, though she was clearly well into her thirties. I didn’t notice her at first. When I did, I smoothed my hair, straightened my clothes, and presented my profile so she could take another picture. But the next day in the paper, they used the one where I was bent over as if I was giving a statement, and in front of me was the flower-patterned bedroll tied with rope. One of Wufu’s feet was sticking out, and you could see his yellow rubber shoe stuffed with cotton wadding. Dammit, that picture was no better than a head-on mug shot, enough to make anyone look like a criminal. I have a prominent nose and a well-defined mouth, but she wouldn’t take me in profile, the bitch.

No way did that photo look anything like me!

Once Wufu’s body had been taken to the funeral parlor, they let me go. But I had to go back to the train station to wait for Wufu’s wife, who was coming to deal with the funeral arrangements. The square in front of the station was full of people who’d seen the newspaper, and they pointed at me. “Look! That’s the man who tried to carry a corpse onto the train! Hawa Liu!” I ignored them. Then they shouted, “Shangzhou husk-eater!” That was an insult to Shangzhou folk, so of course I paid even less attention. (Where I come from, the land’s so barren that there’s not enough grain to last year-round. Come springtime, all there is to eat is a ground-up mixture of dried persimmon and toasted rice husks.)

I needed some time to think. Though Wufu’s body had been taken to the funeral parlor, I felt his spirit must still be around here in the square, maybe perched on the traffic lights or sitting on the piles of roast chicken, hard-boiled duck eggs, bread, and bottles of mineral water on the street vendor’s cart. The small of my back felt sore and tired now, and I pushed my hand against it. Then I had another thought: How good a car is depends on its engine, not on its body, right? And like a car’s engine, a kidney is fundamental to a human body, isn’t it? My flesh was from Freshwind, and I was Hawa Liu, but I’d sold my kidney to Xi’an, so that obviously meant I belonged in Xi’an. Yes, Xi’an! I was very satisfied that I’d worked this out. It made me feel sort of lonesome, but proud too. I held my head high and began to stride along. And each step proclaimed, I’m not Hawa Liu. I’m not a Shangzhou husk-eater. I’m Happy Liu from Xi’an. Hap-py Liu!

“Excerpted from “Happy Dreams” by Jia Pingwa. ©2017 by Jia Pingwa. Published by AmazonCrossing October 2017. All Rights Reserved.”


About the Author

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Jia Pingwa was born in 1952 in Jinpen, a hardscrabble village. As a child, Jia was forced out of his hometown due to extreme poverty and famines. Around the late 1960’s Jia’s father, a schoolteacher was sent to prison after accusations of being a ‘historical counter-revolutionary.’ After his father was released from prison in 1970, Jia was permitted to attend Northwest University of Xi’an where he polished his calligraphy and writing skills. Shortly after, Jia began writing short stories for newspapers, a collection of stories, and eventually went on to write his first novel, Shangzhou, in 1986. HAPPY DREAMS is Jia Pingwa’s third novel that will be translated from Chinese. Today, Jia is one of the most prominent and celebrated writers in the country and the deputy chair of China Writers Association.

Follow Jia Pingwa: Website & Twitter


About the Translator

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Nicky Harman is co-Chair of the Translators Association (Society of Authors) and translates full-time from Chinese. She won Mao Tai Cup People’s Literature Chinese-English translation prize in
2015 and was the first prize winner in the 2013 China
International Translation Contest. Nicky currently resides in the UK and is available for interview.

Follow Nicky Harman: WebsiteTwitter

 

*I would like to extend a special thank to Pamela with Wunderkind PR for contacting me regarding this opportunity. 

Happy Reading!

Danielle ❤

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13 thoughts on “HAPPY DREAMS ~ Book Excerpt

      1. Off the top of my head, the only series that was translated and that I know I want to check out in the near future is the Remembrance of Earth’s Past trilogy by Liu Cixin. If you haven’t heard of it, I think you might want to check it out and add it to your evergrowing TBR like I did hahah 😀

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      1. I’m not super optimistic my reading will increase in the next 2 months Haha I’m still in the relocation process (my company moved me so it isn’t too hard on me) and getting used to the new work site. I only have time to read 2-3 pages during my work week.

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