Time: 2004-11-15 Author: Gao Jianqun.
Q: The Far White House is your famous work. As far as the artistic features of the novel are concerned, which one are you most satisfied with?
A: I don't know. Several films have different styles. The Far Away White House is quite satisfactory in terms of novel skills. Mr. Jiang Yuanlun wrote in the "Literature and Art News" that this novel has brought many topics worthy of study to novel creation. Ilima, the companion piece of The West Wing, was published in the Pioneering Literature of 1989. This novel is speculative and academic. The statue was published in 199 1 China writer, and it is a graceful and generous work. Next, I want to focus on the last Xiongnu. This novel absorbs all the advantages of previous novels. As far as my present ability is concerned, I can master all the skills. But today, it is still not satisfactory. Writing a novel is only in the exploratory stage. Hemingway said that he would always be an apprentice in the face of novel art, which did not seem modest. My next one, I believe it will be better than before.
Q: Some people say that as a child in northern Shaanxi, to engage in literature, we must first absorb nutrition from folk songs and belief in Heaven. How to understand it?
A: Of course, we should draw nutrition from folk songs and belief in Heaven. But this often makes people's attention only focus on folk songs and belief in heaven. An excellent work is a study of human destiny and its local living conditions; At the same time, it is also a writer's profound life experience. Therefore, we should be serious and live honestly. The most important thing is to sum up life and refine it. As a writer with a strong flavor of life-must be made up of life? Cultivate in the cultural background of the land. In this case, when we study folk songs and belief in Heaven, we should not regard them as romantic gestures in our works, but as an integral part of the fate of the characters. It should be like this.
Q: You have been living in seclusion for many years, writing novels. What do you think is the biggest price you paid?
A: The biggest cost is that I am 5 to 10 years older than my peers. In this way, my life will be shortened. Works are at the cost of life, and creation is a kind of burning.
Q: At present, pure literature has entered a trough, but your novel The Last Xiongnu has caused a sensation in the literary world. How to treat this phenomenon?
A: An educated nation, an educated person, will never reject real literature. If readers don't like pure literature, or even reject it, the responsibility lies with the author, not the reader; The reader is the cleverest, and he can't hide the slightest dishonesty.
Q: According to incomplete statistics, there are more than 20,000 literary and news organizations in China. Many middle school students give up their courses to study literature. Do you think it's appropriate?
A: No, it's very inappropriate. I talked to many students, especially rural students. Marx said: People can engage in social activities only if they have food, clothing and shelter. When you get to middle school, you should study hard and give yourself a job so as not to starve to death in the future. Literature is the business of idle people. I hope I'm not too keen on clubs. Human beings have a lot of knowledge to inherit and master. Don't splurge too early at an early age. There will be plenty of time, and we will make great achievements.
Q: What is your biggest goal in recent years?
A: As for me, I will adapt the novel The Last Xiongnu into a TV series in the second half of the year. In the second year, I mainly wrote novels. The big idea is to write a novel every year for 10 years until I am 50 years old.
Then I stopped writing long stories and concentrated on writing some essays and poems. My novel is mainly set in northern Shaanxi, and then the place where I joined the army, the genre of Xinjiang's Sino-Soviet border. I have signed a contract with the writers' publishing house, and the next step is to write novels "Looking Back" and "Fortress".
Q: What kind of hope do you have for enthusiastic young artists?
A: Literary creation is a very difficult creative labor. Writing should have the spirit of protracted war; Another one is not floating. A little achievement will make you complacent, conceited and feel rejected, so it is difficult to absorb the nutrition in life. It is important to learn from others. Writers who give up halfway, or writers who can't grow up, find that the reasons are mostly on themselves. If you can't overcome your weaknesses, it's hard to make progress. Taking literature as a stepping stone, or being satisfied with a little knowledge and boasting, all run counter to honest literature. I always feel that everyone who creates honestly will succeed. The easiest way for me to die is to jump off the balcony. I live on the fourth floor. It's a long distance from the fourth floor to the ground. As long as you jump, you can guarantee to achieve your goal. But there is a problem here. There are many wires in front of the balcony, so it is almost impossible to jump off a building without touching them. I don't want to get an electric shock, and I don't want a short circuit in the wire, which will cause the TV refrigerator in this half of the street to burn out.
Most importantly, I don't want to think about the horror of the county lying dead on the streets. My son is too young to hold me. My wife is timid by nature, even afraid of a mouse. She will secretly complain when she sees that my tooth is cracked. And this adds a lot of words to people and a tidbit to the newspaper. These have nothing to do with my indifferent life. These two heritages have opposite attitudes towards life. So jumping off a building is obviously not desirable. I once saw a great dead man, a beggar in the county. He lives by several restaurants in the county town and a group of trash cans standing in the street like guards. He lives in an earthen kiln. Many days later, people found him missing. It turned out that he felt that his time was not far away. I used my life savings to buy some broken bricks, and bit by bit, I sealed the kiln mouth gracefully. The day when the kiln mouth was sealed, that is, the day when he left. This matter has long been circulated as a beautiful talk. Excluding the bitterness of life and the desolation of the world is really a romantic thing in itself. I think if we all want to die, we might as well die with us. Of course, I will also be one of the imitators, or "catch up with the sages."
But the problem is that I don't have a cave of my own. My room belongs to the real estate bureau. Therefore, the real estate bureau will not let me die quietly. Every three to five months, it will come to collect rent, and it will never let the building it has worked so hard to build serve as your grave. Moreover, the neighbors will not agree, and the stench in the room will come out. Although you are not you here, I am afraid that the flood will chase me! However, my neighbors are all good people. I am kind by nature, and I don't want to be like this. More importantly, this room is not mine alone. I have a wife and children. It seems that this idiom is not self-made.
"How did people die?" Zola has written many articles on this proposition, and Tolstoy seems to have such novels. But compared with them, I recently made a big discovery. This discovery is not about how people die, but about how people's precious bodies or "smelly skin" things die, and which part of these parts dies first. This discovery was told to me after my father died. My father passed away at this time last year.
Naturally, people have been dying. For example, you accidentally combed your hair with a comb in the morning. A moment ago, you caressed it, rubbed some hair oil, blew it into a roll, and so on, because it was a part of you. Suddenly, it was torn off and your blood no longer moistened it. It lies in the trash can with the dirtiest things. Like your teeth. I am the person who has the most say in teeth, because my teeth often fall out. In the doctor's words, it is "a young man with old teeth"! My first tooth fell on Altai grassland, which was a souvenir from a fall on horseback. It turned into a piece of gravel, shining somewhere in the grassland. When tourists praise this vast beauty with their hands, it actually becomes one tenth of the praise. I lost three teeth when I was writing a masterpiece. Every time they leave me, my face is much older at this moment. By the way, although I lost three teeth, I also lost thirteen pounds of meat. What are these thirteen halls? Where have they all gone? Why not? There is nothing in weighing scale. Jiaozi, thirteen catties is enough for a while. Therefore, I am still puzzled about this.
Father was in the hospital for several months. That night, I curled up again and stayed up all night. In the morning, my mother took a spittoon to collect urine for my father. On the way, she suddenly turned pale. She turned around and whispered to me, Your father is dying and won't live until noon. Look at that thing. Mother's hands buried countless dead people, and her experience, together with the experience handed down from the older generation, told her that people always grow old from the genitals first. My father didn't live past noon, but as for the genitals, what did it become? It turned out that it was completely retracted into the body. It seems to be a female organ, with only two testicles, like two plum pits, hanging there softly. It is a sin to disturb readers with such housework. Fortunately, the author of Judgment is going to say something pleasant now. He understands that living in poverty can stimulate dreams. He knows that a serious topic is better to be rosy, so now he wants to say a romantic way of death that he designed for himself. This method rhymes with a French woman writer named Margaret: "One day, when I was old, I met you in the street of Paris. You said you never forgot me. You loved my mottled face when I was young! " I have many readers, including many female readers. In the poor life and lonely watch, I often receive a letter written in silk handwriting and fiery passion. These letters always bring tears to my eyes and realize that I have not been forgotten. Every once in a while, the world will send someone to ask me. For those letters from far away, I also respond with the words and enthusiasm of a young man, because it is not dangerous; For those recent letters, or those that can reach my residence in one day by train, when I read them, I have a feeling that danger is approaching. I can only silently and painfully press it under my desk, or get caught in the gap of a book. Yes, one day, when I am old and faltering, I will leave my family on crutches and visit my dear readers. I will tell them the warmth, passion and fantasy they have brought me over the years in the tone of an old man. I will tell them straight away that I love them and I have blessed them in the past days. "Eternal sex leads us forward!" This sentence will always be on my lips. Finally, I will come to the East China Sea, where I will die. I hope there will be a mirage at that moment. Oh, what a beautiful mirage!
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