Get yours now and join the howl

By Ouyang Yu

 Unlock the howl. Embrace the rage. Own the relic.

In his latest work, The Angry Wu Zili, Ouyang Yu refuses comfort, swerves convention and invites you into a blistering literary act. As noted in a recent review, this is not just a novel — it’s a limited edition explosion of language, form and consciousness. youyang2.blogspot.com

Why this book demands your attention

  • Scarcity as statement: Only 100 copies printed. Each copy signed and numbered from 001 through 100. The review reminds us: “already mostly out of reach”. youyang2.blogspot.com That means ownership here is part literary purchase, part collector’s claim.

  • Language at war: The opening line sets the tone — “I’m only twenty-one years old. The world has lost all its meaning to me… I have only one wish now: to kill myself.” youyang2.blogspot.com What follows is prose as revolt: syntax fractured, imagery jarring, voice raw.

  • Trans-cultural, trans-lingual upheaval: Ouyang Yu’s use of English is “intentionally defiant – coarse, visceral, and hyper-translated.” youyang2.blogspot.com Through this, the book becomes not just a story of one protagonist, but of diaspora, alienation, identity unmoored.

  • Form meets fury: The structure dissolves genre: part novel, part prose-poem, part manifesto. The review describes it as “fragmented, stream-of-consciousness, confession” and “self-consuming”. youyang2.blogspot.com

  • A physical artefact of intensity: The edition itself, with its limited run and handcrafted air, becomes part of the experience — a “book designed to vanish”. youyang2.blogspot.com

Who should read it

  • Readers hungry for literature that unsettles rather than comforts.

  • Collectors of special editions who want something rare and signed.

  • Fans of trans-national voices and authors who push the boundaries of language.

  • Anyone fascinated by the interplay of alienation, protest, identity and art in the modern world.

Don’t wait — claim your copy

With only 100 copies ever printed and fewer remaining, this is a moment. The Angry Wu Zili is more than a book: it’s a piece of literary theatre, an object of rage, a statement of defiance. Allow yourself to be challenged—and to own something unique.

Get yours now and join the howl.

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