Shouting in the Rain Author: Yu Hua Publisher: Beijing October Literature and Art Publishing House

Introduction · · · · · ·
★Yu Hua's first novel, a fierce yet gentle story of a young man's spiritual growth

★Yu Hua before writing "To Live" was different and brilliant

- A transitional work from early avant-garde short stories to later realistic novels

- Dazzling montage narrative

- A psychological description as dense as drizzle

I read my own language again, a language that is much younger than it is now, a language full of courage and confidence, a language that seems to describe a ruler, a language that attempts to end a thing with a sentence. It has infected me today, and its rhythm is like the "crackling" sound of bamboo burning. - Yu Hua

★A lonely journey of memories, describing the confusion, bitterness and helplessness of a young man growing up

"When we treat the world fiercely, the world suddenly becomes gentle."

"I stopped pretending to have many friends and returned to being alone, living my life alone as my true self."

“Looking back on the past or missing home is actually just pretending to be calm after being overwhelmed by reality.”

Although this is not an autobiography, it contains the feelings and understandings of my childhood and youth, which of course are relived in the form of memory. ... I have awakened many happy feelings and many bitter feelings in the depths of my memory. - Yu Hua

★Yu Hua's works are the favorites of countless readers

In fact, all of Yu Hua's novels should be read, but the best one is "Crying in the Rain". - Li Jian

★2023 edition new binding

The new cover artwork is from the “Ephemerality Diary” series by the famous Chinese contemporary artist Zhang Xiaogang.

The painter uses oil painting on paper and paper collage to create a memory space where various images and emotions overlap, which is consistent with the theme of time and memory in the novel.

【Content Introduction】

The novel tells the joy and pain of a family from a child's perspective, delicately depicting how the weak mother endured a lifetime, and how her only outburst of anger was on her deathbed; how the father named Sun Guangcai proudly trained himself into a complete rogue, who treated his father and his son like a stumbling block; the paths of the three brothers in the family only overlapped briefly, and then forked in their own directions. The rogue father, the silent mother, the mediocre brother, the grandfather who was complacent about the past... Every insignificant little person worked hard on his own life performance. And "I" grew up alone in this family farce, observing the world like a small animal, testing his own kind, and struggling to understand the meaning of family, love and life.

The narrator freely travels through the three time dimensions of the past, present and future, interweaving, gathering and piecing together the fragments of memory, which is extremely exquisite and the light of literature shines everywhere. This is a history of the growth of a young man's soul and also the collective memory of a generation.