How getting ill was this writer’s realizing that he needed to change his way of writing, on discovering the self, from the Front Page Sections, translated…
From his twenties, to now, the writer Yi-Jun Luo had weathered through depression and long-term insomnia, in the past three years, he was overcome with three serious illnesses, and last year, he thought he didn’t have long to live. As he was called that he’d own the writing awards, he said it was, “shocking” and “confusing and moving”, “This was the never-before happening moments in literature, with the good novels coming out one by one, I’m glad, to be in this time of literary growth, I hope to melt like a cube of sugar into the era, to share my knowledge with those who shared my love for writing.”
Lo who is an Aries, described himself as a Neanderthal, with the primal instincts, starting at age twenty, he’d started to worship the trends of western modern novels since the 80s and 90s. And yet, those who’d, “grown up drinking the poisonous western modern novels”, a lot of his generation had, committed suicide, or died with illnesses, like his best friends, Yuan, Huang, and Chiu, and many others.
Lo said, in recent years, he’d fallen ill many times, and slowly, come to understand, that he’d needed to prepare the materials from outside his own areas of expertise in writing of the novels, it’s like how the athletes, being engaged in long-term extreme sports, it would be, damaging to the physical health. And yet, he’d, burned out his brain repeatedly, and, causing his nervous system to be in a feverish state.
As he’d spoken on the highly remarked “Western Summer Hotel”, he’d admitted that half way into writing it, he had a relapse of his depression, and when he returned, he’d forgotten, the structures of the story, and as the volume became a book, there were, regrets. For the decade that followed, he’d been taking sleeping pills to help him rest, and felt, “I think my I.Q. is a lot lower compared to ten years ago.”
Last year, Lo suddenly passed out while walking, after being taken to the hospital, he’d learned there were, damages to his cardiac muscles, and, other than thinking about his own loved ones when he fell, he thought, “I still owe myself a very good long novel.” Later on, his instructor, Yang suggested he look at some eastern paintings, to see how they’d, kept themselves steady, when their world is collapsing, to find that method, to keep himself steady. And now, as Lo looked at the paintings, the chinas from the Song Dynasty, touching the rock with the natural marks, he’d felt, at ease and calm, and found, that “the eastern of what he’d, ignored, was like the roots of the soul”, and stopped battling death using the western methods anymore.
Lo said, the three novels that the critic, Wang commended on, each one he’d written it with the mind of destroying himself, then rebuilding himself back up again. And now, he’d hoped, to find a milder method of writing, and continued laboring in literature using the heartfelt, genuine ways, to bring back the terms that modern day man overlooked, such as “respect” and “forgiveness”.
And so, that, is this writer’s journey, to finding a better way to write, in the past, he’d, written using that brute force, which worked, back when he was younger, because he had too much energy to burn out, but, he couldn’t, write like that anymore, as he’s, older, and, it’d, tried his mind, made him sick, and so, he’s, slowly, learning a brand new way, to write…