The wind | Mai jia: Leave the accident and leave the necessity to the philosopher

Interest in the book initially came from a movie I'd seen before.

After reading the book, marvel at the charm of the original book. The narrative from three different angles shows the diversity of perspectives, leaving room for reflection.

Whether it is war years or peacetime, it is always full of exploration of human nature.

Share an excerpt from the author in the post-book prologue:

Forts said in "Faces of fiction" that due to Henry. James neglected life and he would perish. Unlike poetry and drama, novels can give up their loyalty to life; novels draw nourishment from life and must return to life and be responsible for life. In the final analysis, it is necessary to be responsible for people, to remind people of their living state, heart, and human nature. The question is whose lives we are responsible for, and for a politician or even a scientist, there is no doubt that the people in the square, the ordinary people, the ordinary people, because they are the majority; for a literary scholar, what people's lives can help us to recognize people, and whose lives are more literary, must be considered independently. At this point, I am a bit "retro", I prefer people in the deep mansion compound, people with legendary heterogeneity, people with special missions and experiences. Their lives may lack a sense of worldly scene, lack of life texture, less fireworks, but the experience of opening up and closing, the feeling of great sorrow and great joy, and the test of great glory and humiliation can show people's hearts to the limit and reveal the darkest light of human nature.

Especially today, the Internet makes everyone a writer, everyone regards themselves as heroes, legends, tirelessly selling their cat, dog and dog life, smoke and turbulence. Do you hear people's footsteps, but do you hear a heartbeat? You have seen the diversity of life, but have you felt the beauty? Although the novelist cannot aim at the pursuit of beauty, the failure to obtain beauty means extinction. Although the life of the legendary Inhuman is not without accidents, what is chance? Isn't chance life? In Borges's words, the so-called accident is nothing more than our ignorance of the complex machine of destiny. The world is either accidental or inevitable, and I said to myself secretly: Leave the accident and leave the necessity to the philosopher.