Let's Read Together: The Moon and Sixpence

To borrow the author's tone: I confess that when I read the first few chapters of The Moon and Sixpence, I once suspected that the book was empty and empty, but now, I have to admit that it shocked my soul.

　　I have always firmly believed that a work has artistic value as long as it makes the reader's soul feel throbbing or can find resonance when reading, and if it can shock the reader's soul and make people think, then the work has a soul.

　　"The Moon and Sixpence" in my eyes now, it is a work with a soul, even if, I still don't like it, I think it is not gorgeous enough, the narrative is not fluent enough, like a rough man who does not trim the edges, or the kind of rough man who bears the image of a rough man but thinks like a middle-aged mother, really, a little unbearable to look at, at least I myself am like this. But it is undeniable that such a rough man's mind hides a vast and independent world.

　　That world is detached from all the definitions of the world, self-contained, absurd and mysterious, desolate and desolate, but with great pride.

　　How to say it! There is such a person who comes to the human world, from the initial survival from the mainstream consciousness of the group, to the self-awakening, confusion, awakening, looking for the self, listening to the voice of one's own heart, exploring the connection between one's own heart and the world, and finally, looking for the meaning of a way of spiritual settlement.

　　What shocked me about this book is not these, but the protagonist Strickland's self-awakening has cut off the life he has now, cut it off completely and completely, and has lived himself into a "realm" that the world sees as an alien and never cares.

　　The reason why I put the word realm in double quotation marks is because in the process of discussing with friends, my friends define it as "ruthless and stupid".

　　She said: "Strickland is emotionless, like an animal, does not care about the lives of others, does not empathize with anyone, does not understand what understanding and respect, selfish but does not understand self-interest, like a trapped beast that only knows how to struggle and bondage, that is, emotionless and does not know how to use skills, simple and rough, hurting others and hurting themselves." ”

　　I did not refute it, it is the understanding and opinion that her friend's insight, experience, mind and pattern give her, what she sees, understands, thinks, and thinks is so. Everyone is a unique being in this world, a different firework, and the light emitted by each firework has its own heat and color, and the taste is different, so it makes no sense to refute the views of others from a self-perspective.

　　But I agree with her statement that Strickland is a trapped beast that is bound only by the screams in his soul and the inability of his own wisdom to respond to this cry in time.

　　In fact, I personally think that Strickland knows respect and understanding, he respects his inner voice, runs wild with the inner cry, he also knows how to understand, he understands the heavens, the earth, people, things, emotions, desires, and the independent and closely related connections between each other. Of course, neither he nor his soul wanted to make any adjustments for this, he maintained his own attitude and rhythm, coexisting with this world, so he never cared what others thought of him, never cared what kind of person he was in the eyes of others, and fame and fortune had no attraction to him.

　　He explores his own heart, the beauty of the soul and the eyes, and records this kind of thing that makes his soul throbbing, and his understanding and respect are not placed on human sophistication, let alone in secular norms, not even in this world, but between heaven and earth.

　　To describe Strickland with a high pattern, I feel that the strength is lighter, he is the realm, the realm of the unity of heaven and man.

　　In fact, the process of just reading this book was very difficult for me, the author's style of expression was the kind I disliked the most, narrated in the first person, which added a lot of my own point of view, and, very trivial and ordinary, but also permeated with a kind of arrogance that thought it was high, which made me bury a little bit of scorn at the beginning of reading this book. However, this book has a number of friends recommended me to read, and one of them also sent the book to me, and said that I want to wait until I read it to discuss with her about the feelings, hindered by the enthusiasm of friends, I was impatient to read many times, and finally packed up the mood to open the book again and continue reading.

　　　　What really got me hooked on the book was when Strickland left London for Paris, where he swung the first knife that cut his life off.

　　Now that I think about it, I was arrogant from the beginning! Later, I found that it was these trivialities that could reflect the protagonist's renegade, which is the realm of the great destruction and great standing as I understood it.

　　In this world, the civilization and norms handed down from generation to generation are not everyone who has the courage to break through, not to mention that there is no regret after breaking, there is no timidity, and finally established their own way of settling down for life and soul, even if this "way" is incompatible with this world.

　　I couldn't do it, so Moon and Sixpence shook my soul, and from the protagonist Strickland, I saw the stirring corner of my soul and found resonance.

In the depths of my soul, there is one I also want to be like Strickland, breaking free from the shackles of the world and norms, pursuing the cry of the soul, and running vigorously between the heavens and the earth.

　　Of course, I know, I instigate, I dare not, but it does not prevent me from re-examining my attitude to life and the meaning of life after reading this book, as to whether I will make changes after examining, it will take time to ferment, wait and wait.