Chapter 107 The lack of sublimity in contemporary Chinese literature is exemplified by the popularity of The Little Prince
Professor Zhong Junmin had a good time, and his hand holding the tea cup was very steady, "Then, please share your views in detail on the causes of the literary phenomenon of the popularity of The Little Prince and the resulting thinking on the current situation of contemporary literature. No less than 800 words. "
"Uh... Professor Zhong, is this a question from your final exam?"
"No, this is a subjective question I gave you temporarily. Please answer it within a time limit."
To be honest, Ning Chunyan didn't know why she suddenly got around to the little prince, a topic that she was least willing to touch (especially in front of Zhong Junmin). She just came over and briefly mentioned the Xihe Literary Society's essay competition. Before she even mentioned the person involved, "Wang Zixu", the topic came up with the speed of Germany's blitzkrieg of Poland. China's big return came up, and it turned to this topic at lightning speed.
She originally came here with the mentality of curing diseases and saving people. She imagined that she would be a lobbyist like Kong Ming who crossed the Yangtze River. Unexpectedly, Professor Zhong Shi Shiran pushed her into the examination room. Professors from all walks of life were lined up in front of her, like a defense scene. Professor Zhong and the boy behind her were all staring at her, which made her panic.
“Professor, we actually have something else to say here...”
Zhong Junmin interrupted her: "I know, but let's not talk about your matter first, let's talk about my matter first."
Ning Chunyan said: "But my matter is also very important, why don't we make an intention first and then talk about your matter in detail..."
Zhong Junmin glared at her: "Isn't the little prince important? "
"The little prince is important, but..."
"It's important, let's talk about it one by one," Zhong Junmin said decisively, with a very undemocratic style, "Let's talk about the little prince first. By the way, I have heard about Xiao Ning's thoughts."
Ning Chun was sweating profusely at the banquet. Chen Qingluo was just here to make soy sauce to cheer her up, but suddenly she became the main force in the defense. She was sitting aside in a daze, her eyes unfocused. When she heard her name being mentioned, she opened her mouth slightly and whispered: "Huh?"
"You don't need me to repeat the question?" Zhong Junmin sat up straight, "Today we must first clarify the academic literary issues, and then talk about the practical literary issues."
Looking at Professor Zhong Junmin's serious face, Ning Chunyan finally believed that he was serious.
Having been in the group for so long, she already knew that Professor Zhong was a die-hard little prince black. During the period when the little prince became popular, he and Professor Huang Xinghuo had such arguments in the group almost every two days, and other people in the group were already used to it. Moreover, the point of view has been iterated from the initial "text to convey the truth" to later, and now it has entered an advanced field that she cannot understand at all.
Yesterday, she secretly glanced at the chat history. She suddenly became dizzy and immediately turned off her phone. Those nouns and the authors they cited were becoming more and more "cold, biased, and hard". Just by looking at them, she could feel that she was being crushed in knowledge. This was just a quarrel in the group. I wonder if he and Professor Huang inspired anything new in the offline battle.
Ning Chunyan looked at Chen Qingluo secretly, wanting to remind her to say as many bad things about the little prince as possible to win Professor Zhong's favor. As long as Professor Zhong was made academically happy, he would definitely be able to speak better on worldly issues.
Chen Qingluo came back to her senses as if waking up from a dream, and said slowly: "I feel that the little prince should be a bald 40-year-old man."
Hearing these words, Ning Chunyan suddenly felt his head explode. But what he didn’t expect was that after Professor Zhong and the boy in front of him looked at each other, their eyes glowed golden. The boy took out a small notebook and sat down opposite, trying to write something.
Professor Zhong said: "A very interesting new point of view! Please explain it in detail!"
Chen Qingluo said: "Sorry, let me explain it first. I am a writer. As we all know, most writers are not good at words because the language brain area has been occupied for a long time and they are not good at expressing themselves in words."
Professor Zhong said: "It doesn't matter. You speak slowly and I listen slowly. If necessary, I can provide you with the conditions for handwriting entry. "
Ning Chunyan bit her lips and stretched out her small hand to tug at the corner of Chen Qingluo's clothes, twice gently and twice, hinting that her merits and demerits were equally divided. Don't say something that Professor Zhong didn't want to hear, but I don't know if Chen Qingluo understood it.
Chen Qingluo stretched out her white hands to comb her hair at the temples, her dark and bright eyes flickered twice, and she spoke very sincerely:
“I look at the issue of The Little Prince from two aspects. One is from the perspective of a non-special isolated case in the context of the third cultural transformation after the popularization of the Internet, and multiculturalism has completely gone bankrupt and transformed into a ‘fractured’ culture. The other is from the perspective of feminism, women’s writing, and women’s writing, and looks at the male writing of The Little Prince through the opposition between the two genders...
“…The former originated from the emerging concept of consumerism. The Little Prince’s literature is first of all a kind of consumer literature, born from some kind of commercial operation, that is to say, it is manipulated by invisible hands, and the Little Prince is the best among them. He dances gracefully on this invisible hand, and And he challenged it. In this grand consumption celebration of the sexes, he pointed out the existence of desire calmly and accurately like a sociologist, and attacked sensitive sticking points, using his profound accumulation to lead a public carnival...
“…On the other hand, I use myself as the starting point of perspective. As a woman, I can gain a certain amount of fun by looking at these texts from a detached perspective without gender identity. The Little Prince’s text is an out-and-out male text, but he is leading the inner impulse. The choice of words and sentences when moving are poetic, pure and pious, not pious to the object (i.e. women), but more pious to literature, which to a certain extent resists the encroachment of flesh and money on the soul..."
Ning Chunyan was stunned.
Chen Qingluo deserves to be a doctor of literature, and she has perfected the skill of opening her mouth. Ning Chunyan knew very well that her best friend had not read much of "The Little Prince's Love Letters" at all. With her insistent sharing, she barely read a few chapters. In the end, she came to the conclusion that "this guy is definitely not married and does not even deserve a girlfriend." At this time, facing Professor Zhong Junmin, she was able to talk so much.
She first started the topic from the background of the times, and showed the outstanding and magnificent vision of contemporary academic writers. Then she moved from the background of the times to the background of literature, and from the background of literature to the small background of the text. Finally, from this small background, she walked into the author's heart through winding paths, analyzed his person and his heart, and finally came to the conclusion:
“This person is a bald, oily, slightly fat middle-aged man in his 40s.”
After listening, Ning Chunyan looked at Professor Zhong Junmin’s expression and seemed to be about to applaud.
“Very good,” after saying that, Professor Zhong turned his attention to Ning Chun Yan, “Xiao Ning, come and talk about it.”
“I...”
Ning Chun Yan was short of breath, leaned back and stood up and said: "Professor, can you introduce this boy first?"
Professor Zhong turned his head and glanced at the young man who was writing hard with his pen, and said: "He is not important."
“But I was so stared at by him that I couldn’t calm down.”
“Oh, he is my graduate student, Zhao Peilin. The title of the paper he prepared is “China’s Contemporary The lack of sublimity in contemporary literature - Take the explosion of The Little Prince as an example."
Ning Chun's banquet was interrupted, and he suddenly had feelings. He put his hands on the table and said in a speaker's tone: < /p>
"Professor Zhong, regardless of whether the Little Prince symbolizes the lack of sublimity in contemporary literature, he has been recognized by the market and has already made a lot of money. What deserves our attention now is the endangered serious literature! Serious literature needs our rescue!"
Professor Zhong finally raised his head: "How do you say it?"
Ning Chunyan was thinking of an entry point when Chen Qingluo beside her suddenly took out a stack of manuscripts from her bag, slapped them on the table, and pushed them in front of Professor Zhong.
"This is..."
"Please take a look," Chen Qingluo said decisively, "You will know after you take a look."
What she handed over was the manuscript that Wang Zixu participated in the essay competition.
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“Wai, Director Gou, hello, hello, is the Wang Zixu who participated in the essay competition this time from your unit?”
Gou Yingbiao changed his hand to answer the phone to show his attention: "Is this Director Zhang from the Propaganda Department? Hello, hello. Wang Zixu is from our unit, what can I do?"
Zhang Qian said like pouring beans into a bamboo tube: "You know, the essay competition of Xihe Literary Society is never easy. It's very offending, let alone the preliminary selection of essays. Every year, hundreds of manuscripts have to be screened. This is not hundreds of manuscripts, but hundreds of authors. Killing their manuscripts is equivalent to offending hundreds of people. However, we are involved in this work every year. How much pressure do you think I feel? ”
Director Gou said with a smile: "Only a conscientious and selfless person like you can hold up this table and ensure the orderly conduct of the first round of the primary selection. I understand your difficulties and admire your courage. The leader must also trust you and give this job to you. So what does this have to do with Wang Zixu?"
“Zhixu in your unit is quite capable. The other losers just grumbled at home, but almost came to our unit to cause trouble. As for Wangzixu, he found a big shot to come to pressure me and insist on changing the results of the primary election. I said that the results of the primary election cannot be changed once they are finalized, but he refused to listen..."
Gou Yingbiao listened to Zhang Qian's voice on the phone, his expression changed from worry to relief, from relief to ecstasy. He held the phone on his lap and listened as if talking on the phone.
The emotion of grievance, unlike other emotions, will gradually dissipate with the passage of time, especially for some people. Grief is like wine. The longer it brews, the more fragrant it becomes. It spreads out and makes the neighbors smell it and pass by with their noses covered.
Zhang Qian’s grievances fell into this category. After talking to her best friend, her anger did not go away, but became more and more mellow, so she called everyone related to Wang Zixu and Ning Chunyan one by one to denounce it. Within a few days, there was a big fuss.
After Gou Yingbiao finished talking to her, he called the office director Xu Shichao in, with a serious expression on his face, and discussed three points with him.
First, the leadership of the Xihe Cultural Conference attaches great importance to the project. On the day of the cultural conference, all units must participate in activities, watch the commendation ceremony, and participate in activities as much as possible to make the atmosphere lively;
Secondly, for the essay collection Comrades who are unsuccessful must do a good job. They are strictly prohibited from being dissatisfied and going to the organizing committee to make trouble or petition. This will bring shame to the unit. Once discovered, they will be dealt with seriously;
Thirdly, Comrade Wang Zixu who has already gone to make trouble must be used as a typical case and reported to the entire unit for criticism and study.
After listening to what the leader said, Xu Shichao walked out of the office with sweat dripping from his back and said hello to Zhang Cangnian who came towards him.
By following the leader’s idea, not only did he feel that he had offended others, but he also found it difficult to grasp the scale of implementing the leader’s intentions and caring for his comrades. There was also a question mark on whether Comrade Wang Zixu could return to work as usual.
In addition, these days are getting harder and harder. Especially for Wang Zixu. During his absence, legends about him were everywhere, and they were very bad legends.
People are formidable. I just hope that he can avoid the limelight for a while and come back to work after the cultural meeting. It's embarrassing, but it's better than having someone point your nose in front of you and laugh at you.
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