My mother met two very influential novelist in her life through their most famous work in my primary school years, first was Leo Tolstoy – my mum fell in love with the 1997 version of Anna Karenina with Sophie Marceau inside, the other was Eileen Chang, whose “Eighteen Spring” was once her favourite.
On me Eileen was of all the Chinese writers I ought to know, the one that stuck in my mind the most.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wnp0P_bEPGs (Love in the Fallen City)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5FlpOEdhYU (Eighteen Spring)
The former was the most famous of her work while the latter was the one that stuck in my memory deeply, maybe based on her experiences (a famous marriage she had with a spy call Wu Lan-Shing) or her sensitivity as a novelist, there were a strong sense of bleakness and sophisticated sadness within “Eighteen Spring” – the kind where you realized how time flew by and being forced to acknowledge that it would never come back again.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CizN-DvGhrc (Lust, Caution)
Many thanks to Ang Lee, Eileen was brought to the light of the international world of cinema through this film. The story spoke of the crazy feelings we had in love and how love and sex drove us into different feelings, sometimes how it eventually lead to our own demise.