Liu Heng - Works

Works

Short Stories

"Dogshit Food" (狗日的粮食) tr. Sabina Knight. In Joseph S. M. Lau and Howard Goldblatt, eds., Columbia Anthology of Modern Chinese Literature. NY: Columbia University Press, 1995, 416-428. ISBN 0-231-08002-6

"Grain." Tr. William Riggle. Chinese Literature (Summer 1990): 3-17.

"The Heated Earthen Bed." trs. Ren Zhong and Yuzhi Yang. In Hometowns and Childhood. San Francisco: Long River Press, 2005, 97-104 ISBN 1-59265-058-9

The Obsessed. tr. David Kwan. Beijing: Panda Books, 1991. (includes "Fuxi, Fuxi" 伏羲伏羲) ISBN 7-5071-0072-3; 083512083X

Novels

Black Snow: A Novel of the Beijing Demimonde (黑的雪). trs. H. Goldblatt. NY: Atlantic Monthly Press, 1993 ISBN 0-87113-530-2

Green River Daydreams: A Novel (Cang He bai ri meng 苍河白日梦). tr. Howard Goldblatt. New York: Grove Press, 2001 ISBN 0-8021-1690-6

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