I Became a Literary Giant in Europe

Novels are related to their times. To be honest, it's hard to imagine someone writing Notre Dame de Paris or Les Misérables in 2000.

Literature and art are time-sensitive. For example, singing "My door is always open..." During a time of national poverty and weakness would be highly inappropriate. Therefore, this book is doomed from the start.

After seeing the Shakira chapter and deciding to stop following the updates, I stopped for a few days, but I still feel compelled to vent. I've always believed that a novel should create a world so that the reader can immerse themselves in it. I really liked the first half. But what is this later on? You're writing about a great writer, not a superstar!

The author is such a sycophant to Leslie Cheung; it's almost uncomfortable to read. And to write about how the elderly Leslie Cheung achieved so much overseas, yet claim it can't be published in mainland China—you clearly don't understand the feeling Chinese people had about Western recognition during that era.

Seeing the Shakira segment, you're a literary giant, a globally renowned author, being bullied like this by a rapper? Forced to write songs, and then forced to write them at gunpoint like in Operation Swordfish? Don't you know a wise person avoids dangerous situations? And you think it's exciting? What kind of garbage is this? I really have to rant about it; it's a waste of my subscription money.

Can you please stop writing about that singer? It's so cringeworthy. Imagining a real person is terribly awkward. Wouldn't it be better to just use it as a background element? Everyone's trying to be pretentious. Even writing about a simple, ordinary girl would be better than writing about a singer.

There are no exciting moments, no linear story, and the plot is driven entirely by chance encounters with people. Doesn't it feel awkward? A literary master has written 100,000 words and there's not a single moment of grandeur. It's all just his own inner thoughts. How can it be so grand?

Seriously, this is 💩, so biased and self-serving, and the bias is even a bit off.

I won't comment on the others, but the way the plot is driven forward is truly incredible. Before the protagonist's first book was even published, at least five people had already read it. I don't understand how the protagonist could be so bold, since it's common knowledge that plagiarism is rampant in literature.

A great writer is rapping? I was stunned by the comments section. The top echelon of the entertainment industry is doing something so lowly—what's the difference between that and a millionaire begging?