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She is the lover of all legendary novels
The heroine of everything in the script
Any collection of poems refers to her in general
There is a habit of not being good or bad, seeing something, always subconsciously thinking: If I come to do it, what will I do?
Yesterday I reread Madame Bovary. I remember reading this book in elementary school, but it was too long and I forgot almost all the details in the book. Later, because I saw the introduction and recommendation of it many times in various literary reviews, I was always familiar with the storyline.
Roughly told this story:
A woman from a rich peasant family, well-educated from an early age, full of romantic fantasies divorced from reality, later married an "honest man" who had no ambition but loved her very much.
After marriage, her life is bland, very different from her beautiful imagination, and a high-end dance party she inadvertently participates in makes her extremely disgusted with the lack of a boring life in reality.
She squandered and acted arbitrarily, but she still lived in emptiness.
Finally, she began several extramarital affairs driven by "romantic" reverie, and romantic fantasies intensified in indulgent actions.
In a few years, she spent all the savings of the couple, sold all the family property left by her ancestors, and was in debt, coerced by usury, and helplessly turned to several lovers, and the result was naturally rejected one by one.
Her heart was like ashes, and finally, she committed suicide by taking poison.
Because its plot is my favorite subject, before rereading it, I was very much looking forward to this book, and I even told my friends that I didn't want to read it right away, for fear that after reading it, I would have one less book I wanted to read.
I look forward to experiencing in the words and sentences of the original work how the heroine's psychology is twisting and tangled, how to unconsciously create a collapsed ending for her own fate in the process of the dream being shattered by reality, and have no choice but to meet the birth of tragedy.
But after reading it, there are mixed feelings... There are mixed feelings.
Going back to the question at the beginning, if I were to write it, how would I design the plot?
I think I will most likely let the heroine live, either lonely, accept the fate, regret for life; or lingering, vitriol, questioning everything; or self-awakening, rebirth, rebirth... All kinds of possibilities - of course, I may also write the heroine to death, but she must not just die.
There are many excellent works in the literary world, and they are very successful in shaping female characters.
Scarlett in "Gone with the Wind", after a revolt after the change; Ursula in "One Hundred Years of Solitude", gently pushes the power of women to the extreme; the doctor's wife in "Blindness" transforms from a weak woman to a prophetic queen; even Lin Daiyu, Tess and Anna Karenina, who are also full of tragedy, including the Qiqiao in "The Golden Lock", the mental journey and motivation of these characters, They are all incredibly real and shocking (the expression that Chinese teachers often use in elementary school: unexpected, reasonable).
With regard to literature, I have always believed that "authenticity" is the most important point in determining its quality. You can break through all restrictions and boldly write a person as a dog ("A Dog's Will"), you can wake him up and become a beetle ("Metamorphosis"), you can make him die of anger from a careless sneeze ("The Death of a Little Civil Servant"), you can let her fly to the sky without a blanket ("One Hundred Years of Solitude"), you can reverse the evolution of human beings to ancient times (Robinson Crusoe), you can reverse the whole world in black and white to reverse good and evil in an instant ("The Blind Man"). But when something happens, you still feel that there are traces to follow, and even the shooting praises "it should be"--no matter how bizarre and absurd it is, it has its own internal logical necessity, which is the truth.
The world is ever-changing, but it is those things that are unchanging that constitute the background and genes of the world, and they are hidden in those classics, and it is worth reading it deeply and reading it intensively.
Only works that can stand the test of time can be called classics, that is, works full of profound "truth" are worthy of the word "classic".
But apparently, Madame Bovary didn't do it.
The whole story, including the heroine's role, is too thin. A real person, in such a life situation, should not be just a simple, consistent, continuous and progressive "intensification", but there should be an internal innovation that penetrates into the heart and even penetrates the heart, whether this innovation is the sinking of despair, or the return of all realms of "white expanse and true purity", or the resurrection and rebirth after enlightenment and awakening.
Nothing seems to have changed, but there are always subtle key elements— after the tricks of the world, the beatings of society, the destruction of fate, after the fragmentation, disillusionment, and disintegration that penetrate deep into the bone marrow.
It is undeniable that Flaubert was a hard-working writer, and it can be seen that he was a writer who strived for perfection; from the perspective of literary history, Flaubert, as an innovator standing on the shoulders of giants, should naturally leave his name in history; from the perspective of realistic reflection, the sentient beings at that time exposed by his works also have a certain deep meaning.
The story of "Madame Bovary", from the perspective of description alone, transitions very naturally; the images of some supporting characters are also very well shaped; the language is beautiful, refined, sharp, and golden sentences, including many exquisite summaries of various delicate psychology of human nature.
But in the final analysis, no matter how gorgeous the words and phrases, no matter how unique the writing skills, can not cover up the author's barrenness in pattern, insight and experience.
This book, in all its depth, breadth, or height, cannot be compared with those "great works" in the true sense of the word.
As a disciple of Flaubert, The Necklace captures the essence of Madame Bovary as a short story— and because it is a short and medium story, the former is more perfect and more like words than the latter.
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