Polar Night Blues

This is not a healing novel. This is an emotional autopsy report of a middle-aged man. My name is Lin Ze, 38 years old, a former advertising copywriter, and my love history is outrageously complicated. I have read Nietzsche, Camus, Kierkegaard, Lao Zhuang, but I still didn't think about it in the bathroom. Churchill's words "Never give in" brought me back from the brink of death. So I sold all my belongings and headed to the northernmost tip of Norway. During the two-month polar night, I wrote down all the women I had met in my life into my notebook one by one - the school girl who admired me, the single mother I dated on social media, the street singer I spent the night with in a Tibetan campfire, my friend's wife, my intern... And the Su Qing who almost destroyed me and was almost destroyed by me. When the polar night ended and the first ray of the sun rose again, I knelt in the snow and cried like a child. Later, I opened a second-hand bookstore in Norway, selling only philosophy and literature. The name of the store is "Blues". This book is for everyone who has been a jerk in a relationship and wanted to die late at night but has read a lot of books. It does not promise redemption, only the living of darkness into a whole person.