After reading Bouquet for algie Nong, I feel that I haven't read such a good book for a long time-I'm too tired to read it until midnight. I fell asleep, got up for a few hours, continued reading, and finally finished reading at one breath.
This novel tells the story of Charlie, a mentally retarded child. One month before his thirty-second birthday, Charlie was treated by Dr. Strauss and Professor, so his IQ began to recover gradually, from a mentally retarded child to a genius, surpassing not only ordinary people but also his doctors. In the end, it was Charlie himself, not his doctor, who discovered the defects of the whole experiment. Although he has extraordinary IQ, he can't solve this problem. Finally,
In the first and last paragraphs of this story, Charlie had no pain, but his pain appeared after his IQ gradually returned to normal. Only then did I find that everyone was bullying him. Those whom he called friends are willing to be friends with him, because each of them can gain a strong sense of identity and superiority around him.
Identity represents social status, and superiority represents self-identity. Yes, it's hard for you to be lower in social status or more difficult to identify yourself than an abandoned mentally retarded child like Charlie.
In fact, Charlie knows nothing about himself. His IQ prevents him from knowing and grasping himself. For him, everything is empty and chaotic. The only meaningful thing is what his mother said to him, "You should be kind to people so that someone will be willing to make friends with you."
"Friends" became the only means for Charlie to confirm his social identity. "Friend" stands for gregarious, which proves that Charlie is not a puppy abandoned in the wilderness, but a person who can be accepted and recognized in gregarious. The only way for Charlie to keep his friends is to provide them with his own defects for free, so that they can appear useful and valuable in front of their own defects. These friends didn't know who Charlie was from beginning to end, because when Charlie's IQ began to improve, they left him one by one. So they are just making friends with their vanity, stupidity and cruelty. When Charlie's free spittoon and trash can were deformed, it was not convenient for them to spit in it and take out the garbage. Their biu collapsed and they abandoned him because he had lost his function to them.
So, clever Charlie began to feel lonely. In this loneliness, he felt that he had to love someone for the first time. Although he went through hardships in the process of having to love someone, he still took the first step and went on until he lost the ability to love again.
Before IQ returned to an idiot, he kept the last bit of human dignity and let his lover Alice leave him. He must spend this last time alone, where he can read and think, love and hate, and he must accompany himself through this last journey.
This is Charlie's harvest. He gained the ability to live in pain. He is no longer a vulgar mammal who only needs to live in groups. He can bear his pain and sorrow, as well as endless loneliness and despair.
This is happiness as a person. He was perfect then.
After reading the bouquet dedicated to algie Nong, I feel the feeling of four stars. I hit three stars, because I was stupid, as if I knew something but didn't know anything. The end of the book is calm but depressing. I don't know where to start after reading it, as if I've always wanted to explore something from the book.
A person's mind goes from a very low level to an extremely high level, and then from extremely high to extremely low at the same speed as from extremely low to extremely high, and gradually weakens. This reminds me of a two-and-a-half-hour (if I remember correctly) movie Benjamin? The wonders of Barton. There are similarities and differences.
If we say that "0" can represent a person's initial state, return to the original or have nothing. "1" can represent a person's relatively complete state, with certain experience and cognition. So, through the change of IQ in the book, Charlie experienced 0- 1-0. The hero in the film walks through old age with the physiological characteristics of birth, then reaches prime of life, then babies, and finally dies, which is also 0- 1-0. Their essence is the same. But here, I don't want to sigh how tortuous their lives are. I'm just thinking about the similarities in their lives.
Back in the book, I think the most impressive sentence is probably something similar that Charlie wrote many times in his progress report: "I am alone." From this, it can be concluded that neither the stupid "Charlie" nor the clever "Mr. Gordon" has ever been regarded as a real person.
Also, in Charlie's childhood, his mother Ross never admitted that the child she gave birth to was an imbecile. She impatiently taught Charlie how to take care of himself like other normal children, took Charlie to see a great doctor again and again, and called him ashamed of his son again and again. Oh, poor little Charlie, his mind is full of bad memories. He doesn't know anything. He only looked out of the window. He only has a warm wall. But he is also a person.
Even if Charlie becomes a clever Mr. Gordon, there is no exception. He is an experiment. He is algie Nong. Under the influence of some reputation interests, he took all the consequences after his adventure failed. But what's wrong with those who are driven by their own interests? They say that Charlie has contributed to the future development of science. But they forget that Charlie is a person, and so is Mr. Gordon.
A person has changed from dementia to genius with IQ 180, so will his view of the world change? Through Charlie's changes, the author shows us the ugliness of human nature with a pessimistic attitude. Charlie, silly, kind, bullied, has many friends (or "friends"). Mr. Gordon, smart, arrogant, sensitive and friendless. It is hard to imagine that when the IQ of ordinary people suddenly becomes the IQ of genius, we will have a thorough insight into all aspects of human nature, become sensitive and lonely.
The answer is unknown. All I know is that when I heard the story of algie Nong, I knew it was a sad story.
Thoughts on Reading Bouquet for algie Nong 3. I read Bouquet for algie Nong several times, from boredom and absurdity at the beginning to sighing and crying at the end.
The superb narrative style of the author in the first-person and diary reports makes people vaguely feel a strong sense of bringing in and extremely afraid of thinking. In fact, charles gordon is a thoughtful algie Nong and a reflection of you, me and him in reality. Isn't everything that charles gordon has experienced a fate that normal people have to experience? From immature babies to the peak of adulthood, to the overall decline and death of the elderly, we will all experience a life cycle from ignorance to peak to decline.
Personally, I think it is very similar to being alive. This is a miserable world. No matter how hard we struggle, how hard we struggle with fate, it is meaningless in the end. We can't escape the curse of life and will all be defeated by time. This is not our choice. How pathetic! Maybe living is meaningless. ...
Sometimes I regret reading this kind of book, because the clearer I read it, the harder it is to be happy. There is always a sense of powerlessness that spreads from the bottom of my heart and holds my throat tightly. I am very resistant to this sense of powerlessness and extremely unwilling to accept it. Now I'm a little afraid to open "Ordinary World", for fear of reading this sense of powerlessness from it again.
First of all, I really want to write about Charlie's feeling of wanting to be smart in the early stage and what he always forgets in his later studies. It's sad to know that I'm stupid and I don't have enough IQ. So I try very hard to catch up with others and be as agile as others. This is a difficult thing, but people on the sidelines don't understand it. This may seem like a forced connection with Charlie. No, I can feel it. When I say that reading it a hundred times is not recitation or endorsement, it can't change the fact that I always forget what I have read. How many times I have said that I can get things done as long as I have enough time can't change the fact that I am really not fast enough. This situation is just not so serious that I can't survive. I can also protect myself from too much ridicule. The desire to be smarter is one of the reasons why Charlie is different. In the recent fourth season, Chipa said something was wrong, and Ma Weiwei said, "It's the fourth season and you still don't know who your friends are." This remark is one of the sorrows that people like Charlie and I who are not smart enough try to catch something to make themselves better and smarter, but they are ridiculed. Smart people made a variety show to fool stupid people. I think I'll never forget it. Some people are very talented and hard-working, so they should be so powerful. And I try to maintain a normal level, which is not commendable, but it must not be laughed at. Because every upward person, any effort of ta is more worthy of respect than a person who laughs at others' shortcomings.
The fact is naturally malicious, but it is also naturally well-intentioned. This is a world of conservation of energy. Charlie's experience makes me very distressed, and I hope all Charlie can meet people who really think for themselves. Even if a person does things with a purpose, it is good to give benefits to others. Just like Professor Nim and Bert, even a utilitarian goal is a step to promote the development of science and technology.
Who I am, where I come from and where I'm going. Why do I never think about these questions? Are only smart people thinking about them? I know what happened to me, I know whose character I inherited, and I know what I have become now. Does this seem blind and arrogant? Why do you think of yourself so much? What is the mystery in this thought? I've seen such people. They look very different. Why?
Perhaps, reading a book and making yourself suspicious is the first step of thinking.
To tell the truth, this book gave me a general shock, perhaps because I read it intermittently, or because there are few real orgasms in my eyes. However, it is hard for this book not to make people reflect on some social phenomena. There are thousands of patients on the waiting list in Warren House, Illinois, but only ten digits can be accepted every year. Of course, that was in the 1960s. I don't know if there is any improvement now, but I believe that sympathy and care for patients with mental disorders are far from enough. Charlie was bullied by his classmates, neighbors and colleagues since he was a child. Although I sometimes think it's actually good that he is stupid when he is not smart, frequent incontinence injuries make readers unable to follow him and believe that he is really happy.
How can we improve this kind of bullied person? I think isolation is a good idea. For example, a health center like Warren House in Illinois can let them communicate, study and play with people with similar mental abilities, so that their families can take care of them without heavy burdens, and can also prevent "naive" people from bullying them. The perfection of sanatorium needs social, economic, spiritual and humanistic progress, and needs the progress of you, me and him bit by bit. I hope that one day, all those who need to be cared for can be cared for, those who need to be supported can be supported, and those who need to be understood can be understood. As for me, what I need to do now is not to discriminate against any other individual in my life and work (even if I can see through it first), and not to be full of resentment against my incomprehensible personal behavior. The more mature people are, the more they are liked by everyone.
When you are a kind, carefree idiot who won't hurt others, your friends in your eyes just regard themselves as the prey of jokes and playthings for fun. The terrible thing is that you are played, laughed at and laughed at. When you think you can have many friends after trying to be smart, you are greeted by jealousy and hostility.
You may not find yourself getting smarter every day, but slowly you can know that your wisdom has indeed reached a certain height, or it can be said to be the peak, but it is not as happy as your previous imagination, because in the eyes of others, you are an arrogant and ungrateful guy, leaving yourself with only infinite loneliness except wisdom. But what is even more frightening is that after you become a genius, you can't continue to maintain this level, let alone improve it. You can only watch yourself go backwards by leaps and bounds, but there is nothing you can do. You slowly lose what you are trying to catch, and you can't even go back. People who used to laugh at you now feel sorry for you and have really become their long-awaited friends. Look at the person you love the most, and your favorite friend is depressed because of what happened to you. Blame yourself is another kind of pain! The world is cruel and the world is beautiful. May all good people be treated gently by this world.
Thoughts on Reading "Bouquets for algie Nong" 7 Actually, I have a lot to write recently, but I am too busy to piece together these scattered fragments. When I was resting at the workstation these days, I finished reading Bouquets for algie Nong and Flowers for algie Nong, and then I wrote something bit by bit. It was written by Daniel Keyes, a legendary master of multiple personality analysis, and won the Hugo Award of 1959 and the Xingyun Award of 1966.
I really don't like the argument between hard science fiction and soft science fiction. In any case, science fiction must be a good novel at first, at least not absurd because of the passage of time and the progress of science and technology. Bouquet for algie Nong is a rare science fiction novel that can be classified as a good novel. The test of nearly 50 years can not reduce the brilliance of this book.
This is a story about 32-year-old naive and kind-hearted mentally retarded Charlie who became a genius after an experimental operation, and then became mentally retarded because of surgical defects. Reading this book, even a "one-track-minded dual scientific sheep" like me can feel a strong heartfelt pain. But in any case, with my writing and literary ability, it is impossible to say clearly what my feelings are. Just like watching the movie Where Are the Flowers Going before, you can only catch some ripples from your own consciousness. If you want to express your comments on literary works clearly, you probably really need professional qualities such as "comparative literature".
Before the operation, the world Charlie felt was a spiritual paradise. Everyone is his friend. How many people dream of peace, tranquility and happiness? Charlie can get it as easy as blowing off dust. China's tradition is to cultivate one's self-cultivation, not to be happy with things or sad for oneself, that's all. However, when Charlie became smart, he found that the world was full of darkness, professors were fighting for power and profit, scientists were mediocre and trivial, his parents deliberately abandoned him, and the people he loved could not keep up with his progress. In fact, most of his friends are making fun of him, and he also found that his "friend" Jin Bi is stealing money from his boss. After Charlie tried hard to learn how to express himself sincerely without hurting others, and after a fierce psychological struggle, these guys actually joined forces to force the boss to fire this smart man who made them more and more uneasy. However, when Charlie's intelligence regressed and he was forced to work in the bakery again, everyone accepted him without hesitation. Kimby said:
"If someone wants to give you trouble or use you, you must tell me, Joe or Frank, and we will help you solve it! Remember, the people here are your friends, don't forget! "
This seems to be a very subtle feeling, and I can't catch it yet, but I seem to have felt it. I am no longer the simple engineer who can't understand a dream of red mansions or what others are thinking. Being smart is a bad thing for Charlie. He went against his original intention and lost his friends. It should be a good thing for me. At least he can understand office politics, hehe.
When I read that Charlie's intelligence degenerated to the point where he lost the check sent by the foundation and began to be unable to take care of himself, a deep despair seized my heart, as if that person was me, and I read the story of my reflection. This is a terrible feeling, perhaps from our knowledge worship. Everyone has a hidden fear of forgetting important knowledge or feeling dull in old age. In the story, I read that a living person has experienced all these things in just a few months, things that we will experience all our lives, learning knowledge, making intellectual progress, and then rapidly declining, and having a nightmare feeling of seeing our future in advance. Maybe everyone has a Charlie who lives in a spiritual paradise, that is, our white baby state or drooping old age. Everyone is afraid to return to this state and looks forward to getting rid of the troubled world and returning to heaven. This is the source of my despair and contradiction.
Charlie's tragedy is that from the time he stepped onto the operating table, to the time when his intelligence was at its peak, to his lonely return to Warren's foster family, in fact, only algie Nong was his partner in the same boat. Others either laugh at him, fear him, or treat him as a guinea pig. People are most afraid of loneliness. Me too. All of Charlie's motives only come from being smart enough to make his friends like him more. Finally, he lost all his friends. Too sad.
After reading "Bouquets for algie Nong", I feel 8 algie Nong and Charlie, two "experiments". If you like, please present him with a bunch of flowers in the cemetery.
At first, Charlie was naive. He said, "Many people laugh at me, but they are my friends and we are all very happy." . However, with the rapid development of scientific experiments, his intelligence has multiplied, and memories have flooded in, remembering the ridicule of "friends", the injury and abandonment from his family, and the loneliness and pain he has never experienced before. The higher the intelligence, the more he can't stop thinking. Seeing the people around you are actually very ordinary, getting farther and farther away from the crowd. Even people who really fall in love don't have the courage to approach her. Finally, algie Nong's change made Charlie realize that all this would eventually return to dust. He tried to see his father and mother again before he disappeared, and then grabbed a little trace of love.
On that day, Charlie and idiot Charlie were fighting for a body. He wanted to give up on himself and kept reminding himself that as long as he kept climbing in front of rolling in the deep, there was always a little hope of staying where he was. After the cruelty of fate was given again, he regained hope. "I'm desperate now, there's nothing I can do." Leave me alone. I'm not myself. I'm disintegrating. I don't want you here. "
In the end, everything was calm, and only traces of graves proved that algie Nong had been to this world, and they were not just a drop of water.
Although the article itself is science fiction, I think more feelings are human nature. The plot is endless, but I think Daniel Keyes's words in this article are more wonderful, more delicate, more struggling and more painful than "24 Billies".
I observed a moment of silence for Charlie, wishing him to stop suffering and face the ordinary calmly.
After reading the bouquet dedicated to algie Nong, I was deeply impressed by the ninth item. "If there is an opportunity, please put some flowers in front of algie Nong's grave in the backyard." He still remembers algie Nong. He was in the same boat, but when he died, who remembered him at last? Who will remember us when we die?
At first, I thought I had downloaded pirated books, because there were too many typos, and I didn't rest assured to continue reading until I read the notes at the back of the first chapter.
From full of typos, only periods, to accurate and smooth expression, to typos, without commas, sentences are getting longer and longer. Gordon's story has changed obviously. In the few months in the novel, his mind grew rapidly and declined rapidly. If we lengthen the timeline, it will really be our life. His childhood, school, workplace, lovers he met, illness and old age all echoed the reality from a distance.
Especially the strongest places in * * *. Gordon used the downward elevator as a metaphor. "If you stand still, you will fall all the way to the bottom. But if I start climbing, maybe I can at least keep my original level. The important thing is that no matter what happens, you must continue to go up. " It's not chicken soup for the soul, it's just self-comfort, and maybe only people who are really in a downward trend can feel it. This year's experience made me realize more clearly that only by working hard, I am not afraid of losing, except of course losing my parents.
The other is "Why do I always look at life through the window?" A similar sentence has appeared many times in the novel. The window means connecting the inside and the outside, and it also means limiting the line of sight. Are you saying that we couldn't see the whole picture at that time? Or do we only look at others one-sidedly in life? Many things are later understood, and there are many "early know this" and "early know this" ... as if this is the way to grow up, so is everyone. There should not be many people who could see the whole picture and essence at that time.
The wise Gordon's remarks about knowledge and emotion are also admirable. "Intelligence, education and knowledge are idols that everyone worships. Now I know that you have been ignoring one thing: without the harmony of human feelings, wisdom and education are worthless. " The pursuit of knowledge and love are not antagonistic, especially in his relationship with Alice. "Smart" and "popular" are two different things. Education can make us smart, but learning to love can make us popular.
So he didn't understand love until he experienced the peak of knowledge. Therefore, although the intimate relationship with Alice was short in the end, we clearly knew that we would "leave". Gordon said, "When I asked her to leave, it was painful to think about it, but I think we have more than most people find in their lives." Love is a rare and lucky thing, but no one can guarantee that two people who love each other will be together forever. Therefore, the end of love may be a lifetime or the beginning of a fork in the road. There is no need to regret, because having is a matter of enriching life. So, thanks to my predecessor, ten years in Sichuan and five years with you came to an end this summer, both heavy and light.
Perhaps, in the eyes of smart people, we are the mouse named algie Nong. The hand of fate controls us, but we still have some egos and struggles, forgetfulness and memories. The trajectory is similar, but everyone is different.