Lover

The hopeless and declining family, the gap in age and status, the youthful and dark girl's love, are narrated by a woman who has gone through many vicissitudes of life. It is really interesting to read.

The author writes objectively and truthfully about her life as a girl, about her family, and about the romantic love between her and her Chinese lover that will be unforgettable in her life. The language and writing have their own characteristics, mixed with their own love and hatred, which is very good and worth reading.

Today I read "The Lover" by Duras: "I am already old. One day, in the hall of a public place, a man came to me. He took the initiative to introduce himself, and he said to me, I know you and will always remember you. You were still very young at that time, and everyone said you were beautiful. Now I am here to tell you that for you, I think you are now , more beautiful than when you were young. When you were a young woman, I loved your battered face now more than when you were old." Later we listened to "When You Are Old": "How many people loved you when you were young and happy, and admired your beauty, pretense and sincerity. Only one person still loves your pious soul and the wrinkles on your old face. "My Life with You": "How many people once admired your appearance when you were young, but who is willing to endure the ruthless changes of time" will think of "Lover". Duras writes about destructive youth and passion with jumping soliloquies. You can love her or hate her, but you should read her.

Sex is not the same as love. When he said he would love her till death, he was somewhat sincere.

Duras's words are like the moist air of Saigon, expressing sweaty love. Feeling each other's tenderness as their skin touches each other, every gasp is caused by desire. Duras not only tells about love, girls and men, but also records family, mother, brother and childhood. Not only did I read about the romance of ignorant emotions and racial inequality, but I also read about an unarmed female warrior who forced herself to be strong to support her family. The words carry the heat of Saigon, making you feel like you are immersed in it. This is a foreign land, but also a home. ——Many years passed after the war. After several marriages, children, divorces, and writing books, he came to Paris with his woman. He called her. It's me. As soon as she heard the voice, she knew it was him. He said: I just want to hear your voice. She said: It's me, hello. He is timid, still as timid and scared as ever. Suddenly his voice trembled. Hearing the trembling voice, she suddenly recognized the Chinese accent in the voice. He knew she was already writing; he had met her mother in Saigon and learned from her that she was writing. He felt deeply sad for his little brother, both for him and for her. Later he didn't know what to say to her anymore. Later, he told her this too. He told her that he still loved her as before, that he simply could not help but love her, and that he would love her until he died. Chateau Neufreux-Paris February to May 1984

The whistle blew three times, and the departing ship was about to depart. The sound of the whistle is like a rusty knife, severing the love between me and him. The bruises of the past, the sadness of parting, and the helplessness of breakup all flowed out of my tears. I wrote this book - "Lover", a civilized sacrifice, a suffocating breath under the triple shackles of race, age and class. Memories are like fragments. At the age of fifteen, I was wearing gold-rimmed high heels, a poor silk dress, and a black men's hat, leaning against the side of the boat. A well-dressed yellow man noticed me. Our eyes intertwined, our destinies intertwined. My incongruous loneliness and precocious body attracted him to invite me into the car. From then on I had a car. I told him: "I would rather you not love me." When skin touches skin, we lust after it, and the shutters shut us off from the world. When the money was handed out, we were silent to each other, and reality whipped the hypocrisy in our hearts. We met, got to know each other, and fell in love, but taboos were the topics we kept silent about. Saigon is a stage of festering. The fate of the colonizer and the colonized is never the same but similar. The white me eats my dignity in a poor family, and the Chinese he swallows his inferiority in a wealthy family. The love that spanned twelve years was like E putting fire on fire. We were entangled with each other in the small room, clinging to each other in despair. The relationship between us was full of helplessness and sadness. We have no future after all. The whistle blew three times, and the departing ship was about to depart. I cried bitterly on the deck, regretting that my youth would eventually go away, and the man I loved was about to get married. I buried my regrets in Saigon with a boat ticket. Leaving was the only salvation. When I closed the book, I was old, and a man came towards me. He took the initiative to introduce himself and said to me: "I know you and will always remember you. At that time, you were still very young and everyone said you were beautiful. Now, I am here to tell you that for me, I think you are more beautiful now than when you were young. When you were a young woman, I love your battered face now more than your face then."

I quite enjoyed watching it, but I didn't like the narrative mode. I mainly watched movies and read novels.

Because I remembered the beginning of the classic, and because I remembered that I hadn't finished reading the book yet, I started this beginning. Every time I am struck by the beauty of the beginning, hahaha~ Part of the narrative in the middle is interspersed, and some plots are forgotten even if they are forgotten, or forgotten even if they cannot understand. Except for the first paragraph, the inner struggles of the heroine and the hero in the middle are still wonderfully described, and I felt that the ending was okay. I didn't say much about the heroine's new life. I guess I was so curious that when there was no trace to be found, I felt the difference. The book is very short, but it is still worth following the heroine into her world.

The structure is very clever. At first, you would think it was a crazy thought. It may have something to do with the translation. But the main line of the story is the story of the girl and her lover. This line has always been clear. Maybe the girl was ignorant at the time and did not have a deep understanding of love. Later, as the years passed, she actually liked him in her heart. The actions of the eldest brother in the article, the mother's partiality, the changes in the family, and the embarrassing life are all the pain of the young girl. A deep sense of sadness may have the shadow of the author hidden in the words

He told her that he still loved her as before, that he simply could not help but love her, and that he would love her until he died.

It's a bit of a stream of consciousness. The book describes the original family more than love. Miraculously, I suddenly became interested when I saw Chen Wenwen in the Dragon Clan crying because of this Lover. This book is indeed romantic and lonely, but this atmosphere is not entirely love. The French girl is getting old slowly by the river, she is sad because it is true

He loves her and she loves him, but they can't be together. "We live together but we are separated, and we end up in sorrow"

Wang Daoqian's translation is beautiful, but there are too many fragmented sentences and stream-of-consciousness interspersed narratives... Which I can't understand. However, the subtle affection in it can only be partially glimpsed from Duras's narrative.

I feel deeply loved, but also indifferent; I feel hated, but also indifferent. Complex and intertwined emotions.

This book is amazing! The love story in the book touched me very much, especially the French girl and the Chinese young master. Their love was so complicated. I like Duras's way of description, which is simple and direct, and makes the contradictory feelings very real. And that girl, she is very brave and dares to pursue what she wants. This book made me see a different world. I recommend it!

It was like digging out a yellowed old photo in a quiet afternoon, her thoughts were suddenly pulled away, the balance of love and hate tilted left and right, and finally love fell back into her heart with overwhelming weight. Chaotic stream of consciousness, chaotic narrative, hastily sketching the outline of unfinished love It is very interesting to read with Yesterday once more (yesterday reappearance)

It is a masterpiece of stream of consciousness, mostly autobiographical. It has a clear theme and a lot of psychological and environmental descriptions. It is emotionally depressing and has a flat tone. It does not directly describe emotions, which is the so-called concealment. The story in the beautiful and obscure writing style is actually very simple. The influence of the original family, the hurt of relatives and the coexistence of love, the forced separation of the lover and the permanent memories, the eternity of loss and existence. The defamiliarization of words, the intertwined timelines, and the blurring of memory and reality are difficult to understand, but they are indeed moving. Everyone is unfortunate, but that misfortune is covered under a veil of hazy objectivity. (For example, the heroine) is hurt by her mother and eldest brother, but it is also expressed in a detached and objective tone, with an implicit sadness. The short-lived happiness (such as the heroine and the lover) is also accompanied by panic and painful doubts. This kind of happiness is accompanied by the pain of family opposition and the fact that both of them know that there is almost no future. It is faced with the pain of both giving true love but unwilling to admit it and knowing that there is no result. It is accompanied by passionate love and avoidance of sadness. This kind of happiness is pathological, complex and beautiful.

Vivid image, worth having

There is a mismatch in age and status between the male and female protagonists. It's impossible to know what the source of the male protagonist's strong feelings for the female protagonist is? Is it the regret before meeting the heroine, or the dissatisfaction with life after being separated from the heroine? The female protagonist is young and is touched by the male protagonist's strong feelings, but she cannot distinguish what they are and has a vague attachment to the male protagonist. Although the two people separated in the end, they left deep feelings in their hearts. A very special novel, full of hazy and sincere feelings in the hot summer.

It's quite suitable for showing off to artistic young people. Of course, it is not suitable for people who are older than their youth.

What you can't get is always in turmoil. It feels like you have love because of sex, but it doesn't seem to be that much love.

That kind of painful struggle pushed the article into the panic of the times. Everyone is struggling and stuck in the mire. Suffering is the breeding ground of literature. This book really shows the helplessness and suffering of life. It does not praise and magnify the suffering, but calmly tells the past abandoned by God. I personally can't understand the expression of some words, so I will need to read more later.