2006-06-28 10:18:52
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South of the Border, West of the Sun的评论
It finally daunt on me the morning after i finished the book, while I was driving to work in a sort of weird storm. The sky was all of sudden dark and solid, with blustery wind blowing from every direction. I was safe and warm in my car but i could feel that chill in my heart. That was then the final sence in that book replayed in my head. The man sat there, with all energy drained from his body. head in his hands...
I was not happy with this book. Same way that I'm not happy with many of my short stories. Those stories were extremely short but packed with bursting emotion. In the end, no one knows what happened, not even me. I have no idea what was wrong with my characters, but they were seriously troubled.
This book is bigger than Casablanca, that's a fact. Even though you can say that they used the same main story line. But its not about the main story line. That's like saying everyone lives and dies.
One thing I loved about this writer's book is the illusions, the contrast, the vagueness and blank spaces. There are so much left of the stories for you. You. You are involved.
Life is part of death while death is part of living. Illusion is more real than reality while reality drove us to our edge. Some questions can never be answered and that caused unbearable pain. Some existance cannot be confirmed... Actually. Every existance cannot be confirmed. When it is gone, was it ever there? The past. Did it ever happen? Its never important to us "what had actually happened", but "what we remembered". So its all about us, and in the end, we are all alone.
A story was told by the woman in the book about the farmer who spent all his life working in the field, in the middle of desert, seeing sunrising in the morining and sunset at night. one day he just suddenly dropped the tools and started walking to the west. not eating, not drinking, just walking, until soon he fell and died.
No need to question anything, the truth or the reasons. Its never the movement that's taking you away to anywhere.
So there I was, driving in that weird storm. With the image of that man motionless and the farmer walking to the west. Saddened.
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South of the Border, West of the Sun的评论
It finally daunt on me the morning after i finished the book, while I was driving to work in a sort of weird storm. The sky was all of sudden dark and solid, with blustery wind blowing from every direction. I was safe and warm in my car but i could feel that chill in my heart. That was then the final sence in that book replayed in my head. The man sat there, with all energy drained from his body. head in his hands...
I was not happy with this book. Same way that I'm not happy with many of my short stories. Those stories were extremely short but packed with bursting emotion. In the end, no one knows what happened, not even me. I have no idea what was wrong with my characters, but they were seriously troubled.
This book is bigger than Casablanca, that's a fact. Even though you can say that they used the same main story line. But its not about the main story line. That's like saying everyone lives and dies.
One thing I loved about this writer's book is the illusions, the contrast, the vagueness and blank spaces. There are so much left of the stories for you. You. You are involved.
Life is part of death while death is part of living. Illusion is more real than reality while reality drove us to our edge. Some questions can never be answered and that caused unbearable pain. Some existance cannot be confirmed... Actually. Every existance cannot be confirmed. When it is gone, was it ever there? The past. Did it ever happen? Its never important to us "what had actually happened", but "what we remembered". So its all about us, and in the end, we are all alone.
A story was told by the woman in the book about the farmer who spent all his life working in the field, in the middle of desert, seeing sunrising in the morining and sunset at night. one day he just suddenly dropped the tools and started walking to the west. not eating, not drinking, just walking, until soon he fell and died.
No need to question anything, the truth or the reasons. Its never the movement that's taking you away to anywhere.
So there I was, driving in that weird storm. With the image of that man motionless and the farmer walking to the west. Saddened.
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South of the Border, West of the Sun
作者: Maliszewski Paul
isbn: 0099448572
书名: South of the Border, West of the Sun
页数: 186
定价: 85.0
出版社: 7-09999
装帧: 平装
出版年: 2005-09-01