Wait, How Did I Become a Literary Great?

There are still authors who fawn over "The Last Emperor," so I'll just abandon the book.

Damn it, they're already spreading poison right after it's released. In that debate, was it the right time for the protagonist to step forward, given his status and qualifications? Was he even qualified? This is a third-rate fantasy story with a mindless plot of a super-powerful monster-slaying opponent far beyond their level, and the author is still smugly pleased with himself.

As I read on, I found it increasingly difficult to continue. He's just a pretentious charlatan who succeeded through plagiarism; why bother discussing political issues? His understanding of the story changes drastically throughout the novel, shifting towards an increasingly fake, educational mindset.

We've reached the point of a boring cycle of writing, making money, showing off, and winning awards. The writing itself is very thinly reflected in the book, which is merely the title. What I want to see is that the author lived in that era, recorded that era, evoked resonance among his contemporaries, and changed that era. It's not a machine for making money and winning awards. Is it fun to buy houses, and lots of houses?

This book blends ideas from three novels, with a similarity of over 85%, and bears a striking resemblance to Lin Weimin's work. I was ready to abandon the book after reading the chapter about donating 1 million yuan to establish a writers' fund; it felt so petty. A writers' fund would be less useful than building a Hope Primary School or a 'children's polio' fund.

Honestly, everything else was well-written, but the pretentious and face-slapping scenes in this part didn't enrich the plot; instead, they were awkward and embarrassing, dragging down the overall score.

I'm extremely happy to have subscribed to the rest of the book; please refer to chapters 79-80 for details. If you haven't subscribed yet and are seeing my comment, I highly recommend you check out these two chapters—they're super good! 👍👍👍👍

This book is good in every way, unlike some literary masterpieces where the protagonist can run into Zhu Lin no matter what. Now that the protagonist is in the hospital, will he run into Zhu Lin?

The more I read this novel, the more it resembles "The Great Writer 1978".

The whispers of the literary youth were like the howling of a vicious wolf, their emotions inexplicably complex. The plot twists are inexplicable; the writer's pretentious artsy tendencies are still present, but the writing style is completely lacking. Well, it's probably winter by now.