Tra l’estate e l’autunno del 1990 “il manifesto” pubblicò a puntate una piccola antologia di brevi racconti cinesi dell’orrore, curata, tradotta e introdotta da Patrizia Dadò. L’ultima puntata è dedicata alle “fantasme”, gli spettri femminili. Nella mentalità tradizionale cinese la donna occupava l’ultimo posto della gerarchia sociale e, con rare eccezioni, l’immagine che la letteratura ne trasmette è quella di esseri di natura Yin, oscura, ritrosa, passiva; ma da fantasmi sovente le donne si scatenano e sono capaci di produrre seri danni. Così nel raccontino che segue, opera di P’u Sung-Ling (1640-1715), considered one of the greatest writers of his time. (SLL)
Such Li was lying, the day when he saw a woman out of the wall, with her hair disheveled and shaggy like a broken basket, hiding her face. The woman he came to the bed, pulled back her hair with his hand and showed her face: she was fat, black, ugly. The
this is very much alarmed and tried to escape. But the woman went shooting on the bed, shook her head firmly in her arms, then kissed him on the mouth, pushing them into the language of a saliva cold as a block of ice, which drifted into the gorge. The
that did not want to swallow, but he could not breathe, so he sent down, but it was thick and sticky and turava throat. When she finally managed to take a breath, he had suffered his mouth full again, and with the breath hub swallowed again.
continued so long, until he is completely stopped breathing and could not resist anymore. He then heard the sound of footsteps outside the door. The woman let go and went sene. That he had the stomach and intestines were swollen and sore and could not touch food for tens of days.
Following advice, he tried to swallow an infusion of ginseng and madder; healed and, after vomiting a substance similar to the album.
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