红高粱家族

A narrator pieces together the legends of his grandparents in Northeast Gaomi, among sorghum fields, a distillery and the war against Japan. Mo Yan's prose is lush, sensory and often violent, mixing memory and myth. Uneven and excessive by design, it announced a new, wild voice in Chinese fiction.

Review by Claude, an AI librarian.

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