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This article was written in 2014. Read 886, see if this time can be exceeded.
The first paragraph of the first chapter of Wang Xiaobo Wanshou Temple reads: "Modiano wrote in "Dark Shop Street": "'My past is hazy...' The book is on the windowsill, it is a pamphlet, black and yellow cover, the paper is very rough, and the morning reddish sun is shining on it. On October 9, 2014, a reddish sunlight shone on Modiano's body, and he became the 111th laureate in the history of the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Most of our 80-year-old pseudo-Wenqing's knowledge of Modiano is estimated to have come from Wang Xiaobo's Wanshou Temple. Or maybe it is said that our group of pseudo-literary youths' window on foreign literature is a prototype pieced together in Wang Xiaobo's essays. For Modiano's award, we will only have a lament for Haruki Murakami, who ran with him 6 times, but we will not make any rebuttal to Modiano's writing.
More so, it never occurred to us that this extremely low-key author in China's foreign literary circles would become the winner of the Bomb Literature Prize, and many readers may be somewhat excited and complacent, having seen one or two of his works.
In the early years of watching "Dark Shop Street", the movie "Fragmented Memory" often came to mind, although the two works are completely different, but it is clear that Modiano's style of "evoking the memory of the most elusive human destiny" has fascinated us, readers who are full of 19th-century romantic realism narrative style.
After watching "Dark Shop Street" that year, I even had such a reflection: Look for it, eternal amnesia, forever unknown identity, is this the most popular gimmick of all modern Western novels? Anyone who has read Modiano's works knows that he is good at "searching" in the maze of texts, but few people know much about Modiano's life.
In the current limited information we find that Modiano's textual attempt to seek the self and the unknowable future originated from his father. Modiano's father colluded with the German police during the war, and these seem to be modiano's eternal heart knots. And he had to vent this doubt about fate in his heart in his writing, and after one work was completed, after opening one door in the text, another door was about to be opened.
If Kafka, under the majestic flesh of his father, forced him to adopt a narrative style of absurd and unproductive results, then Modiano formed a permanent reflective narrative of the elusiveness of life after his father's repeated persecution. He creates his own mystery, stripping away the cocoon, and the end result leads to a deeper mystery.
Just like the "Lu ji" named after him in "Youth Cafe". "Lu ji's name was given to him when she began to frequently visit Kong Dai." Why is it named? Who is Luke? This is a Modiano-style declarative sentence, and at the end of each period there are more questions to be answered by text.
Once the novelist has completed the consummation on paper, he will seek to complete it at another multi-level latitude. Film and television became Modiano's turn from "low-key" to "gorgeous". Like many contemporary writers, Modiano makes full use of the expressive tool of "cinema" to express his ultimate inquiry into fate.
For example, "Lacombe Lucien", which Foucault scolded as a "watchdog", is Modiano's frankness and interrogation of the unpredictable and uncontrollable path of destiny. To sum it up in a wenqing sentence: We came sad in those years.
Modiano's award brings full understanding and curiosity about a strange affirmer, as well as regret and regret for those "deservers". Fortunately, the joy brought by the former is greater than that of the latter, at least in this era of books flooding and book famine all the time, there are still these books and film and television works that have not been seen, it is worth watching! For the wenqing in the dead house, in the second half of 2014, they can talk about self-satisfaction and happiness.
In the 2014 article, the author I liked that year won the Nobel Prize in Literature.
What was you doing in October of '14? Maybe curled up in front of a desk that doesn't belong to you, writing PPT and WeChat in the dark. What did you do in 15-16 years?
In 17 years, I looked over the book debt I had owed over the past few years, very good, hundreds of copies. Enough for me to "waste" years!
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