Following the hot news that is seventy, eighty per cent heartbreaking, angry..., readers feel relaxed with short pieces of writing that still carry the breath of everyday life but expressed in the handwriting of the interweaving of journalism and literature. If each newspaper can only publish a short story in its weekend issue, it will publish a supplement every day to meet the needs of readers. This creates an interesting working environment for writers, journalists and writers.
Of course, dozens of articles published every day are not the decisive reason for improving the quality of this genre. The current list of essay authors is not long-standing. In such a reality, the name Quang Han is mentioned by critics when discussing the contributions that have renewed the essay in the newspaper.
Although the essay comes from literature, the newspaper still wants authors to meet the indispensable background factors of journalism: Who, where, when, why and how. Therefore, many of the newspapers are close to real-life stories with comments and emotions of the author's ego, the factor that makes the genre different.
Quang Han is one of the few authors who have gone beyond the framework of journalism, going further in literature.
The essay Quang Han recalls the prose writing style of Orhan Pamuk, the Turkish Nobel Prize-winning writer, such as From bed, in the silence of night, When things talk, how do you sleep?. Quang Han escaped from storytelling, but instead tended to focus on the dense details containing the spirit: The house was too old, luckily there was a common yard, a water tank half underground, half above ground, all together for this five-story house. A water pipe system from the tank climbs up, swerving into the rooms, which can be easily held by a person before being taken up, then accompanied by a power line, plunged into the wall near the tank. To get the water, each household had to carry a pump down, while waiting, it was a story! ( practice kittening).
Quang Han's character often has no name, no specific background, just a " sculptor friend", "old man in the office"... The location of the incident is sometimes un loc loc loc locational: The day he went to a mountainous district of a Central province, with terrain mostly high mountains, large slopes, divided into many areas (Mountain City). But for those people in these unknown lands, Quang Han's essay can be sent to readers in a general way about the vivid and profound forms of human fate and society facing countless challenges from the unpredictable island of values.
Further, the essayist Quang Han approached the short story when taking readers to a private space, with a flow of consciousness flowing underneath the third person: When he arrived at home at nearly 12 o'clock at night, the son was asleep. He left the fish on the stove, fixed the bottle a little, then his wife came back. Every night, before he was busy going to school, he had to, then he just left, when meeting, receiving agency guests... Long ago, right after giving birth to Cu Ty, his "forest flower" was brilliant, sometimes he said: I'm like that crab fish, I've been hanging around so much! Most of them were yielding and patient. After bathing, the wife pat the little guy's buttocks slightly, taking a link, saying: You look at how I eat, it's a bit green. As I spoke, as I approached, I turned into the wall and entered the forest.
He took out the medicine, lit a fire, and stared down at the floor. The fish was still lying there, wide-headed, and look at its tail! It must be round, but it's good, but it keep going around like that, and he get burning. He threw the fish out of the door, scolding: released all the worms without leaving him alone. Then she went into the lounge to pick up her son, took a motorbike taxi and drove straight to her paternal (Con Ca Phi Char).
And further, more differently, Quang Han's essay accepted the dream element, approaching the post-moderate characteristics: Then, one night, he dreamed that Lanh had sent himself from Hau Thao school to the commune center. That day, the rain had just stopped, the road was steep and slippery, she went ahead, he followed one step at a time. When he reached the stone pedestal that was too high, he was trying to find a way to place his leg up, but Lanh turned back, eyes just stared at him and gave him a hand... (A quiet morning).
Although he left his past and set out to find a new form for his essay like that, Quang Han's soul still remained in the vague love, with love for people and life, especially with the steep, foggy fields: The sun is about to go out, the sunset on the rocky mountains has a very strange beauty, and the sound of the A Pao flute is the background, very quae compared to its age, very charming and wild... On the high mountains, the vast grasslands, the sound of the A Pao flute still retains the original appearance of the land of the H'Mong people, who has ever been there, cannot forget it. This afternoon, I miss A Pa too much... (Remembering Ao Pa).
The comic is surrounded by the world and touches the deep human mind in just about seven or eight hundred words, which is the reason why the essay exists and is loved.
