Shan Sa
Shan Sa
Shan Sa is the pseudonym of Yan Ni, a French author and painter. The Girl Who Played Go was the first of her novels to be published outside France, and won the Prix Goncourt des Lycéens. Her second novel to appear in English translation was Empress. She was awarded chevalier of the Ordre des Arts et des Lettres in July 2009 and chevalier of the Ordre national du Mérite in May 2011...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth26 October 1972
CountryFrance
twilight years childhood
Years have passed and how I am anxiously watching the twilight of my childhood, quietly sinking, never to rise again.
pain games battle
Happiness is something you lay siege to, it is a battle like a game of go. I will take hold of all the pain and snuff it out.
dare
would you dare to love me?
regret lying sadness
I notice the silvery hair at his temples with a tinge of sadness. Why do parents grow old? Life is a castle of lies slowly dismantled by the passage of time. I regret not spending more time looking at the people I love.
hero conquer mortals
Heroes are damned. No mortal conquers Death.
war clothes choices
To other women the choice of clothes was a form of ingenious exhibition, a shameless seduction. To me, dresses were like a breastplate that I put on to set off to war against this life.
heart play desire
I succeeded in using my charms like a weapon; I learned to play with other's hearts and to master my own desires.
wall hate fate
In the closed world of the gynaeceum, despite the gardens and parkland extending beyong the horizon, despite the insurmountable walls separating pavillions and palaces, the tangled web of our fate was inescapable. Why did these women love each other to the point of madness? Why did they loathe one another so vehemently, and why did sworn enemies feel such horror and fascination for one another? Why should furious hate become obsession, then intoxication and the very reason to live?Because love and hate were the two heads of the demon.
dust soldier earth
Tomorrow we will be nothing but earth and dust. Who will remember the love a soldier once knew?
ice mirrors water
I splash my head with ice-cold water and turn to face the mirror. When my image appears I instinctively look away. Is there a truth on the other side that we do not want to see?
revenge secret untimely-death
I envied these women I saw before me, their beauty still intact. Life has its revenge of life. Untimely death is the secret of eternal youth.
long too-much feels
I have written too much about lives - I feel I have lived for too long.
animal interesting-conversation weather
I talk to trees and animals. We have interesting conversations about food, weather, and love. They sometimes can predict the future.
liars politician
Politicians are better liars than writers.