Jealousy How was your stay in Mariamba last year?

The twentieth century is unstable, floating and unpredictable. The outside world and people's hearts are like a maze. I don't know the world, so I write. Allen Rob: There will always be moments when Geyer watches 24 Hours, because the playing cycle spans so long that she forgets the meaning of its title-she just presents the story that happened in one day. So every time someone mentions her plot loopholes or ambiguities, I always remind the other person of this, although I also know that some loopholes may really be loopholes. But there is no doubt that it is impossible to sort out all the details by looking at the sky in isolation. "What the observer feels is never a whole. This is a real clip. This is the function of the automatic fish-scale shutter called jealousy, and it is also a tool for visual editing, "Ludovic Janvier said when he just commented on the novel Jealousy by Allen Rob-Reye. Not long ago, I happened to see the names of the representatives of the French "New Fiction School" for the first time in a mourning introduction article in the reading section of Southern Metropolis Daily. The author who wrote that commemorative article was Chen Dong, the owner of Borges Bookstore. I met him the first time I walked into the bookstore. Chen Dong once went to China with Gray. When he went to Borges for the last time, he also saw the letter written by the latter to Chen and the photo taken with the little girl, possibly Chen's daughter. The most conspicuous bookshelves in the bookstore are filled with works by Ge Ye and a book by Ge Ye's wife. Most of Geyer's works were first recommended to China by bookstores and French midnight books. Yilin Publishing House was collectively reprinted last year. The first publication date of Jealousy is 1986, and before that, claude simon, who is not the oldest school of "new novels", won the Nobel Prize in Literature. According to Liu Mingjiu, Ge Ye before Simon or Natalie sallot, another female writer, is more qualified to win the prize. And this "jealousy" is the best one that Liu personally thinks. However, this is not the kind of novel I like, perhaps because I have crossed the irrational reading stage of attacking from all sides and entered a more selective and rational level. What's more, perhaps, as I said a few days ago, my aesthetic orientation of words has been firmly welded on Naipaul's trajectory (but after seeing Naipaul's debut novel "Psychic Massage" today, this sentence is rarely tilted). Compared with Naipaul's traditional style of English classical literature, "new novels" and other works obviously put form at the center of the novel, and its characters, structural arrangement, narrative style, story evolution and other contents that once kept pace with form at least have now become the handmaids of form. It is no wonder that the 1950s and 1960s, when new novels were born, were the times when countries tried to rebuild or even reinvent themselves in all aspects after World War II. Materialism, surrealism, intuitionism and phenomenology prevail. French artists, who have always been at the center of philosophical thinking, will naturally not fall behind in the face of new ideas. The boldness of skill and form has become a remarkable symbol of new novel writers. As far as jealousy is concerned, the story is broken, entangled and discontinuous. The language, described by Geyer himself, is calm, accurate and faithful, like a camera. Indeed, in the process of reading the novel, although the word "I" has never appeared in the whole book, I still strongly feel that I have entered the interior of the narrator, turning my head, walking around and peeping coldly with him. Only in those sentences that reveal the jealousy in the narrator's heart can I occasionally get a sense of retreat and look at this man who is near me, behind me or almost neurotic in my heart with surprise. Everyone is inevitably jealous of his lover's contact with another opposite sex. However, this is often hidden, hidden, unstable and unspeakable. Jealousy directly puts such an invisible camera or invisibility cloak on the reader's forehead and body, so that the reader can get a sense of peep and completely expose his heart. I can't help but think of Nietzsche's sentence, "When you stare at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you" ... If the creative process of traditional novelists is regarded as painting or composing music, then novel creation becomes an activity similar to mechanical invention in the hands of new novelists, which is by no means a judgment of its value, but a difference between pure techniques and characteristics. Traditional novels are wandering, dense and soft, while new novels are true, tenacious and intuitive; Traditional novels focus on providing aesthetic feeling for readers, while new novels are divorced from readers and only present what the author is willing to present. Novelists of the New Fiction School are unwilling to be bound by inherent prejudices, ethics, aesthetics and moral concepts. In fact, they later rejected all constraints and just wanted to push the "newness" of the new novel to a desolate place. Naipaul is not a novelist of the New Fiction School, but he claims that the forms of novels are exhausted and it is difficult to innovate. In his last book, Magic Seeds, I seem to see a profound moral: "Finally, one day, he (Willie) felt that he should write a letter to Salokini. The relaxed tone has long since left him; Finally, when he climbed face down on the bright and rough prison carpet and began to write letters on narrow paper, he was very sad. ..... writing posture is very uncomfortable, when he tried to write along the grid lines on the paper, his hand seemed to be entangled. Finally, he thinks it is unnecessary to abide by these rules. So he started to write cross lines. " I envy Willie's accidental and simple discovery. ...