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The book is from the novella and short-story part of the 21st Century Chinese Literature series,featuring women's stories by women writers.It includes 11 stories selected from 20 alternative pieces. It is like a mirror, reflecting chnanges in the women characters' lives. It boasts exquisite and moderate laguage, which is the style of women writers.

Editor's Recommendation
I prefer works that effectively express women's personal experiences withina social framework, rather than those overly influenced by feminist concepts.I deeply value the dramatic process through which liteiature deals with life's
complexities; rather than hoping for some all-knowing person to tell me theconclusion even before the prologue. This was the basic criterion for selectingthe stories for this book.
——He Xiangyang
The hand that rocks the cradle may rock the world. Yet she may also tremble,and even bleed. Sometimes she becomes dejected, while other times she feelshelpless, overwhelmed by sentiment. "Frailty, thy name is woman" - the oldstereotypes of fragile beings defined by Shakespeare and English literatureare now transformed by these powerful new Chinese women writers.
These stories depict female souls, even as they "weep or flower." liberatingthemselves from restraints and confinement, breaking out onto paths not yettread, towards an respiring new tomorrow.
——Huang Jiwei
The short stories selected in this book amply reflect the latest trends in Chinese literalure, featuring the great changes in China midst a globalizingworld as well.
——Zhang Yiwu

About the Author
He Xiangyang, who graduated from Zhengzhou University with an MA in Chinese Literature, is a renowned literary critic in China. She is a renowned fellow at the Henan Academy of Social Sciences (HASS), and the director of the HASS Literature Institute. Her major works include Stories on the Pilgrimage(1996)and Retrospectives through a Mirror (2004).As editor-in-chief, she conducted the compilation of 21st Century Chinese Literature-Short Stories (2002), Intellectual Women's Literature (2004), and other books. She was the winner of the 2nd Lu Xun Literary Award Prize in Criticism of Literary Theories, one of over 20 professional awards she has garnered through the years.
Table of Contents
Wang Meng 21st Century Chinese Literature - Points of Departure
He Xiangyang The "Soul" in Her Body
Tie Ning How Far Is Forever
Wang Anyi Maiden Days in the Boudoir
Chi Li A Rose in FuLl Bloom Overnight
Wei Wei Big Lao Zheng's Woman
Xu Kun The Kitchen
Sun Huifen Sowing
Ge Sbuiping Weeping Forsythia
Jiang Yun perfect Journeys
Fang Fang Ending Where I Started
Pan Xiangli Forever Autumn
Sheng Keyi The Surgery
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