Chapter 314: Lingering (2)
Chapter 314: Lingering (2)
(2) What I want to imply......
To put it bluntly, in fact, the usefulness of men is just a psychological comfort. Anything like dependence, protection, long-term meal tickets, physiological needs, and so on is nonsense.
This is my deepest experience since I published my first interview in 1984. It is not that women depend on men, it is precisely men who depend on women, and men must live on the pride of conquering women, and once the courtship fails, they become the walking dead.
And women don't have the idea of conquering the more men the greater, they don't need to rely on men to survive at all, and some of them don't even have the ** or courage to court.
Regarding my series of remarks that disgust women and curse men, I am comforted by a colleague's comments:
Among the group of writers who "write for life", Belly Franc is a calm and sensitive, and this novel embodies the characteristics of magical realism,
The novel reveals the profound social causes of a cross-century woman's personal tragedy and enhances the novel with symbolism and metaphor
The depth and breadth of the allusion radiation shows the highest ideological realm of middle-aged women, allowing the reader not only to see the genius of the writer, but also to admire her courage.
Of course, this is the comment of colleagues who are used to touting each other. It does not represent the views of a true literary critic at all.
However, I did write for people a hundred years from now, when people saw a lot of affectionate works and thought that the 21st century was a heartwarming century, but at least there was a real diary that could see the reality and inner struggle in a woman's eyes.
Someone wrote a hundred love stories that built a milestone and fulfilled dreams of fame and fortune, becoming a model for people to emulate. But I don't follow suit, I just write a story, a story that really exists in the time tunnel. This story truly tells people that those love stories that people talk about are not love, but just **. If you really want to label it as love, it is only the love of the grouse - the love that makes the grouse deaf and dumb and finally hunted.
True love can make people wise, and can be praised and blessed by all people, therefore, all emotions that cannot see the light and cannot be blessed are not love, don't spoil this word! Even if you write a thousand and ten thousand stories to prove that there is affection to praise love, you can't get rid of the punishment of your conscience, and you can't get rid of the fate of being deaf and dumb and isolated by most kind people.
Hegel said that what a symbol wants to make people aware of is not a specific individual thing like itself, but the universal meaning that it implies.
To be honest, I was really embarrassed when people praised me for my "bold self-disclosure" and "explicit frankness", did I really think it was my own personal experience, just a specific individual thing? Could it be that after more than 500,000 words, people still can't see the universal meaning that I am trying to imply?
I didn't think there was anything else I wanted to say, but I already wrote a postscript. Someone left a message saying: "After studying your article for a year, although I didn't really appreciate the expression of the article, I still thank you." This reminds me of the sentence that Mr. Pu repeated to me the most when I was in college: "I must write a book in this life." ”
At that time, I didn't grasp the meaning of "a book" at all, and now it dawns on me, does it mean that I want to write a book that people can read?
Not only to be interested in reading, but also to read the universal meaning of the book. Do you want to write with the power of your life?