Monthly Archives: January 2012

Butterfly, A novel, available soon in print on Amazon

BUTTERFLY, A NOVEL’s monologue:

Many of you may think I can’t talk but I do, excessively so and all jaws. I wonder if that’s the reason I get burnt sometimes. And yes, I too have a life, hear me.   I was born on a rainy day somewhere in Asia, when a stranger bought me on the antique Bird & Flower Market near the house where she was born (she had long left that place but what’s new). So it happened on that rainy day, she bought me without her knowing it. Concealed in the soft joint of a plant, I looked through my opaque, meshlike pupal casing. As I saw her passing by in her silky paces almost like a butterfly, I fell in love with her. I begged in silence that she would turn around. She did! She looked quizzically at me, not having a clue what was going to happen to her…and the rest is indeed a miracle! I entered her life, she entered mine — me still cloaked in my cocoon, disguised like a masquerade queen. In the months that followed, she would water her nameless plant on the window ledge first thing every morning. I so learnt to know her, her bedroom eyes when she woke up, her thoughts deep in the night at her writing desk, sharp and burning like a razor, the dimple of despair between her knitted eyebrows. Tears. Sigh of relief when she found those little words she said, when words mean so much to her, blank page after blank page. She never back down or shy away, she always listen to me, to her heart that get us both through those sleepless hours. But then, finally the time came. She couldn’t believe it but it did. The first fiery pink flower blossomed in front of the window, I decided to leave my covert retreat and stretch my wings to meet her face-to-face for the first time. I’m not an attacus atlas. I’m queen of queens. I am a BOOK! Now I give her to you, my queen, my maker and muse, my mistress and lover. Hold her tight and dance to the beat of her heart. Give her your love give her your sins. She will whisper into your ear that one little secret, on a rainy day, the silky paces, shuffling…

© Julie O’Yang

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Butterfly, A novel, reviewed by Creative Ecstasy

“A book that has all the essential ingredients that makes a bestseller. You can feel the pain, agony and despair of the protagonist. Such is the power of the words of Julie O’Yang… There never seems to be a damp moment with the right choice of words. The book moves at a smooth pace throughout, and ends beautifully on the bank of the Yangtze River…”

Read the full review by Nitya Prakash from Creative Ecstasy  http://creativeecstasy.in/postdetails.php?pid=1017

Nitya Prakash is a versatile personality – a writer, a banker, a management expert, an investment consultant, software engineer, motivational speaker, media man, all rolled in one, and founder of Creative Ecstasy.

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Quick & impressive: An interview with The Vault of Books

Quick & Impressive: A 6-min coversation: http://the-vault.co.cc/author-interviews/julie-o-yang

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Erotic novel adapted for ballet takes centre stage in China

金瓶梅, Jin Ping Mei, or The Plum in the Golden Vase, also translated as The Golden Lotus is a Chinese naturalistic novel composed in vernacular Chinese (Wu dialect) during the late Ming Dynasty (1368 – 1644). It is written by 蘭陵笑笑生, “The Scoffing Scholar of Lanling”, a pseudonym, and his identity is otherwise unknown. Earliest versions of the novel exist only in handwritten scripts; the first block-printed book was released only in 1610.The present complete version comprises one hundred chapters,amounting to over a thousand pages.

Jin Ping Mei is considered to be the fifth classical novel after the Four Great Classical Novels, including King Monkey Travels to the  West, Three Kingdoms, Shui Hu (Water Margin), Dream of The Red Chamber. Its graphically explicit depiction of sexuality has garnered the novel a level of notoriety in China akin to Fanny Hillin the English literature. For the past four centuries since it was born, it has been banned in China, even though it has been replicated and passed around underground ever since.

Adapting it for ballet, admittedly a form of high culture, and presenting it to people from a prudish and sexually repressive culture that often either goggle or ogle at erotica, can be the hardest nut to crack. Director Wang Yuanyuan seems to have nailed it. Ballet Golden Lotus received critical acclaim and great box office in Hong Kong. It was scheduled to be shown in Chengdu, Beijing and Wuhan in September and October last year.

Watch the impression & trailer:

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Butterfly, A Novel | Read the wonderful review by Australian writer Dionne Lister

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Butterfly – A Novel by Julie O’Yang.

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Cool kids don’t die

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OK, come on, I need your finger!

Clickety-clack down the track, here I come to turn on your supersonic track to bring you to a cool fairyland you’ve never been before. Give me one finger click KINDLE ME: http://www.amazon.com/Butterfly-classic-fan-shape-illustrations-ebook/dp/B006P2OBMK. Don’t tell me you are old school. It’s New Year, new sun, new toilet and why not new school. I love you love me❤

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What do I have in common with leg hair from Tokyo

Body language, signs, signals, non-verbals, you need them but quite often they don’t need you. Now I have two more extras to make you feel confused: the O’Yang typeface + 26 leg hair from Tokyo.

In my recently published novel Butterfly, the following dialogue takes place between my Doctor and his patient.

…Reigan smiles, raising a triumphant voice: “The glyph on this six thousand year old piece of art says: one nine four four. It’s English. See? I figured out. Simple plain English but written in such a manner that the four tiny ink clusters appear like Chinese pictograms! Secret language is love’s secret domain. The night’s invisible garden where sick roses blossom that can’t bear to see the daylight! You want me to help you remember a dark secret you are so ashamed of that you needed to forget. Or perhaps it is something we all have forgotten because the memory of it would mean so much pain.”

This is only part of their dialogue. Both protagonists are in search of an illness without a known cause, but which has a pervasive impact on every citizen of a Chinese metroplis.  However, its significance is hidden from them by means of a secret writing.

Until this day there are two options for the Chinese to speak their mind: If you can’t be silent, if you really can’t shush like me, you have to be clever and find a way to talk without your head rolling at once. That’s where the secret language came into my mind, and I spent quite a few hours to figure out the non-existent typeface, which I used in the fan-shape illustrations in my novel.

About a month ago, I came across a bizarre typeface created with leg hair. Mayuko Kanazawa, a Japanese art student was recently given the assignment of creating a typeface without the aid of a computer. She then decided to use a camera. Instead of doing an ordinary alphabet photo project, she photographed leg hair which she manipulated into different characters.

Yes, there are uppercase letters as well and it spells: BUTTERFLY, A NOVEL BY JULIE O’YANG. Dowmload me in Amazon Kindle store today for $1.01. 1-CLICK kindle me. I love you.

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Stories with a hole in it

* Young Chronicle is an e-Zine for which I will be contributing every month in 2012. I will share the monthly issue YC for you to download so you can have have a glimpse into the young men and women & share a piece of their lives. But I have more.

Click & Open the window to my past and our future, shhh ~ 

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