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  1. A Madman's Diary - Wikipedia › wiki › A_Madman&

    "A Madman's Diary" is a short story published in 1918 by Lu Xun, a Chinese writer. It was the first and most influential modern work written in vernacular Chinese in the republican era, and would become a cornerstone piece of the New Culture Movement. It is placed first in Call to Arms, a collection of short stories by Lu Xun. The story was often referred to as "China's first modern short story". This book was selected as one of the 100 best books in history by the Bokklubben World Library. It w

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    Diary of a Madman, and other stories Paperback – September 1, 1990. by Lu Xun (Author), William A. Lyell (Translator) 4.5 out of 5 stars. 36 ratings. See all formats and editions. Hide other formats and editions. Price.

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  3. Lu Xun's Diary of a Madman - JSTOR › stable › 462876

    F IRST PUBLISHED in 1918, "Diary of a Madman" ("Kuangren riji") almost immediately established its author, Lu Xun (1881-1936), as an important writer of the then emerging New Culture movement and has since gained recognition as a pro-totypical text of social protest and criticism in modern Chinese lit-erature.

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    Tonight there is no moon at all, I know that this bodes ill. This morning when I went out cautiously, Mr. Chao had a strange look in his eyes, as if he were afraid of me, as if he wanted to murder me. There were seven or eight others, who discussed me in a whisper. And they were afraid of my seeing them. All the people I passed were like that. The fiercest among them grinned at me; whereupon I shivered from head to foot, knowing that their preparations were complete. I was not afraid, however, but continued on my way. A group of children in front were also discussing me, and the look in their eyes was just like that in Mr. Chao's while their faces too were ghastly pale. I wondered what grudge these children could have against me to make them behave like this. I could not help calling out: "Tell me!" But then they ran away. I wonder what grudge Mr. Chao can have against me, what grudge the people on the road can have against me. I can think of nothing except that twenty years ago I t...

    I can't sleep at night. Everything requires careful consideration if one is to understand it. Those people, some of whom have been pilloried by the magistrate, slapped in the face by the local gentry, had their wives taken away by bailiffs, or their parents driven to suicide by creditors, never looked as frightened and as fierce then as they did yesterday. The most extraordinary thing was that woman on the street yesterday who spanked her son and said, "Little devil! I'd like to bite several mouthfuls out of you to work off my feelings!" Yet all the time she looked at me. I gave a start, unable to control myself; then all those green-faced, long-toothed people began to laugh derisively. Old Chen hurried forward and dragged me home. He dragged me home. The folk at home all pretended not to know me; they had the same look in their eyes as all the others. When I went into the study, they locked the door outside as if cooping up a chicken or a duck. This incident left me even more bewil...

    In the morning I sat quietly for some time. Old Chen brought lunch in: one bowl of vegetables, one bowl of steamed fish. The eyes of the fish were white and hard, and its mouth was open just like those people who want to eat human beings. After a few mouthfuls I could not tell whether the slippery morsels were fish or human flesh, so I brought it all up. I said, "Old Chen, tell my brother that I feel quite suffocated, and want to have a stroll in the garden." Old Chen said nothing but went out, and presently he came back and opened the gate. I did not move, but watched to see how they would treat me, feeling certain that they would not let me go. Sure enough! My elder brother came slowly out, leading an old man. There was a murderous gleam in his eyes, and fearing that I would see it he lowered his head, stealing glances at me from the side of his spectacles. "You seem to be very well today," said my brother. "Yes," said I. "I have invited Mr. Ho here today," said my brother, "to ex...

    Pitch dark. I don't know whether it is day or night. The Chao family dog has started barking again. The fierceness of a lion, the timidity of a rabbit, the craftiness of a fox. . . .

    I know their way; they are not willing to kill anyone outright, nor do they dare, for fear of the consequences. Instead they have banded together and set traps everywhere, to force me to kill myself. The behaviour of the men and women in the street a few days ago, and my elder brother's attitude these last few days, make it quite obvious. What they like best is for a man to take off his belt, and hang himself from a beam; for then they can enjoy their heart's desire without being blamed for murder. Naturally that sets them roaring with delighted laughter. On the other hand, if a man is frightened or worried to death, although that makes him rather thin, they still nod in approval. They only eat dead flesh! I remember reading somewhere of a hideous beast, with an ugly look in its eye, called "hyena" which often eats dead flesh. Even the largest bones it grinds into fragments and swallows: the mere thought of this is enough to terrify one. Hyenas are related to wolves, and wolves belo...

    Actually, such arguments should have convinced them long ago. . . . Suddenly someone came in. He was only about twenty years old and I did not see his features very clearly. His face was wreathed in smiles, but when he nodded to me his smile did not seem genuine. I asked him "Is it right to eat human beings?" Still smiling, he replied, "When there is no famine how can one eat human beings?" I realized at once, he was one of them; but still I summoned up courage to repeat my question: "Is it right?" "What makes you ask such a thing? You really are . . fond of a joke. . . . It is very fine today." "It is fine, and the moon is very bright. But I want to ask you: Is it right?" He looked disconcerted, and muttered: "No...." "No? Then why do they still do it?" "What are you talking about?" "What am I talking about? They are eating men now in Wolf Cub Village, and you can see it written all over the books, in fresh red ink." His expression changed, and he grew ghastly pale. "It may be so,"...

    Wanting to eat men, at the same time afraid of being eaten themselves, they all look at each other with the deepest suspicion. . . . How comfortable life would be for them if they could rid themselves of such obsessions and go to work, walk, eat and sleep at ease. They have only this one step to take. Yet fathers and sons, husbands and wives, brothers, friends, teachers and students, sworn enemies and even strangers, have all joined in this conspiracy, discouraging and preventing each other from taking this step.

    The sun does not shine, the door is not opened, every day two meals. I took up my chopsticks, then thought of my elder brother; I know now how my little sister died: it was all through him. My sister was only five at the time. I can still remember how lovable and pathetic she looked. Mother cried and cried, but he begged her not to cry, probably because he had eaten her himself, and so her crying made him feel ashamed. If he had any sense of shame. . . . My sister was eaten by my brother, but I don't know whether mother realized it or not. I think mother must have known, but when she cried she did not say so outright, probably because she thought it proper too. I remember when I was four or five years old, sitting in the cool of the hall, my brother told me that if a man's parents were ill, he should cut off a piece of his flesh and boil it for them if he wanted to be considered a good son; and mother did not contradict him. If one piece could be eaten, obviously so could the whole....

    I can't bear to think of it. I have only just realized that I have been living all these years in a place where for four thousand years they have been eating human flesh. My brother had just taken over the charge of the house when our sister died, and he may well have used her flesh in our rice and dishes, making us eat it unwittingly. It is possible that I ate several pieces of my sister's flesh unwittingly, and now it is my turn, . . . How can a man like myself, after four thousand years of man-caring history—even though I knew nothing about it at first—ever hope to face real men?

  6. Diary of a Madman by Lu Xun | Project Myopia › diary-of-a-madman

    Jan 28, 2019 · The timeless, multilayered Diary of a Madman by Lu Xun tells the story of a now-recovered “invalid” (Lu 21), who had previously fallen ill to a “persecution complex” (21), through which he became convinced that everyone around him was a cannibal, be it his brother, neighbour, or the children of the village in which he resides. In his delusional frenzy, the “invalid” believes he is serving time for trampling on “Records of the Past” (22), and that the local village children ...

  7. The Diary of a Madman Summary - › topics › diary-madman-61265

    Oct 26, 2018 · In addition to revealing the cannibalistic nature of four thousand years of Chinese history and its governing ideology and ethics, “The Diary of a Madman” exposes the ubiquity of such cannibalism...

  8. Schizophrenia in Diary of a Madman & Lu Xun’s A Madman’s Diary › 2020/10/22 › schizophrenia-in-nikolai

    Oct 22, 2020 · Before the Cultural Revolution, during the Republic of China (1912-1949), Lu Xun published A Madman’s Diary at a time when mental illness was an unspoken topic. This work became a cornerstone of China’s New Culture Movement of the 1910-1920s, which criticized traditional Confucian values and promoted Western ideals like democracy.

  9. Lu Xun’s ‘Diary of a Madman’ 100 years on | MCLC Resource Center › lu-xuns-diary-of-a-madman-100-years-on

    Sep 28, 2018 · A hundred years ago, Lu Xun published a short story that would forever leave its mark on both Chinese fiction and Chinese history. ‘Diary of a Madman’ ( Kuangren Riji ), Lu Xun’s first vernacular short story to appear in print, was published in the May 1918 issue of New Youth ( Xin Qingnian ), a radical journal edited by some of China’s foremost progressive thinkers.

  10. 1 Anyssia Mirville Mrs. Ciuffetelli ENG201 10 May 2021 “ Diary of a Madman” by Lu Xun Analysis Known for his Venercular Chinese language during the modernization of China in the early twentieth century, Lu Xun changed China’s views on tradition. His short story “Diary of a Madman” was a series of fictional diary entries made by the narrator’s friend who was said to have gone “mad.”.

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