Chapter 217 The counterattack begins
"In my opinion, Wang Zixu is like this child playing with fire. No, it should be said that in terms of writing, he is an adult with a mind like a child.
"He has the ambition of an adult and the ignorance of a child, and he is eager to achieve unprecedented achievements by playing with fire.
“But he did not cook a good meal. His clumsy and blunt attempt caused thick smoke to billow, but he was not afraid of the losses he caused to society at all, and was complacent about the power of the flames!”
Kong Huaifang’s words, the harshness of his words and the directness of his criticism, shocked everyone present.
Although the seminar was not a group of boasts, after Shi Tonghe’s speech, everyone already had a pre-judgment of the discussion.
But I still didn’t expect that the criticism would be so intense.
Even what Kong Huaifang said just now is just the beginning.
“There is a passage in the novel that reads: In order to rescue the abducted women, the women of Xi Village formed the Red Lantern Detachment of Women, invented ‘weapons’ such as razor blade spinning wheels, rope-pulling sky lanterns, and chanted mantras to burn talismans. Burning the church.
“Although these stories are told by a ‘crazy grandma’ who likes to add insult to injury, the book attributes the protagonist’s rebellious spirit to this movement and does not hesitate to praise it.
"It is obviously an act of stupid people fighting against civilization, but it has been falsely beautified by the prince and turned into a national struggle and tragedy. This kind of historical nihilistic writing is a blasphemy to the national spirit.
"It is not taboo to deconstruct grand history from the perspective of a small person and write real events using magical reality techniques. This kind of narrative orientation is tantamount to playing with fire. And to advocate this kind of work as "China's "One Hundred Years of Solitude"" is even more despicable..."
Kong Huaifang went on and on, focusing on the point of "historical nihilism". Open, talk eloquently and endlessly
An Younan peeled an apple for herself, stretched her bare white legs on the coffee table, and said:
"Shi Tonghe really didn't accept my recommendation channel in vain. The person he found worked really hard."
Duan Xiaosang covered his mouth and whispered: "I went online and scolded him really hard."
"I originally thought that the most they could do was demote the prince into a scumbag, but in the end, he They want him to die."
When Kong Huaifang spoke, Pu Yuyang, who was sitting next to Duan Xiaosang, frowned more and more, scratched his head and ears, and finally complained in a low voice: "What are you talking about!"
Duan Xiaosang glanced at her. The little girl was obviously out of the situation and not mentally prepared yet.
Kong Huaifang’s interpretation is full of malice and deliberately distorts the author’s expression. As long as you read the book in depth, you will find that what he said is not the key point.
This kind of interpretation is like chewing peonies or scratching an itch. In short, it is looking for chapters and sentences to find a hat in the details. It has the spirit of literary inquisition.
"However, it is too untenable to describe the Boxer Rebellion as a stupid people fighting with weapons. It is full of the stench of the Laohe War Sect." Duan Xiaosang complained in a low voice, "Today's young people have long stopped accepting this trick. ”
An Younan took a bite of the apple and said, “That generation grew up listening to Western myths. You see, they still nodded.”
Duan Xiaosang said: "If Wang Zixu can't hold it in anymore, we might be able to regain some of the situation later by seizing this little beating. At least it can cater to the mentality of some young people."
"It's useless." An Younan shook his head, "If you refute directly, you will fall into their trap."
“Why?”
“To refute directly is to put the focus of the debate on the characterization of the Boxer Rebellion. Arguing with others about this will easily lead to extremes, and it will really become historical nihilism. And don’t forget that people are sitting on the referee’s bench, how can they make the argument?
“And his book is so long, the focus must not be on this plot, right? If you make a fuss over this point, the news will be that ‘young writers glorify violence and have three unhealthy views’, and the readers’ focus will be biased.
“Even if he wins the argument, even if he fights 50 points each, he will always offend a group of people. You have incorrect views, problematic ideological orientation, misogyny...all kinds of labels will be attached to you and you will never be able to take them off.
“There will always be a minority of people who have read books. Today’s reading culture is impetuous, and people like to watch ten-minute condensed versions of movies. Readers don’t have the patience and rationality to tell who is right. They will simply identify who is a good guy and who is a bad guy, and then label them..."
An Younan stretched out his index finger and pointed at Wang Zixu's back on the screen - labeling, labeling, labeling.
Duan Xiaosang said nothing. But she had to admit in her heart that An Younan was right.
An Younan has a lazy temperament and doesn’t like reading, but she is extremely transparent in some aspects.
The best way for Wang Zixu now is to admit defeat. Don’t fight back when hit, don’t retaliate when scolded, let others say whatever you say, and pray not to attract too much attention.
When the storm of this seminar has passed, no one remembers what was said at the meeting. Maybe in a few years, the book will slowly become popular due to word-of-mouth effect.
And...since An Younan is interested in him, if An Younan can be coaxed and help him casually, maybe he will turn over?
…
Xiao Mengyin put her hand on her mouth, sitting in a slouched posture. Under the cover of her fine eyelashes, her warm eyes quietly moved to the left, spying on Wang Zixu’s expression.
Those comments made by Kong Huaifang would have made her furious if she had been criticized like this when she was writing her debut novel. Even though I have been through a lot of battles now, I still feel a little restless and distracted.
But Wang Zixu looked like he was fine.
It should be said, like a chicken that has nothing to do, a chicken that is dumbfounded.
He lowered his head and stared directly at the paper in front of him. His face was as flat as a lake and his back was slightly arched. He looked like a terminally ill patient who was about to give up treatment and was listening to the doctor's explanation of the survival period of various treatment options.
Xiao Mengyin wondered, had he really given up? Or have you simply lost your fighting spirit?
Even if you really give up, it is better than getting angry.
Seeing Wang Zixu raise his eyes to look at her, she calmly pointed at the small piece of paper in front of him, reminding him:
"Be sure to control your emotions!"
Wang Zixu nodded slightly as if he had an illusion.
Kong Huaifang finally finished speaking. The whole place was silent.
At this moment, even the most obtuse person realizes that the protagonist of this seminar is probably very unpopular.
Kong Huaifang’s speech clearly went beyond the limits of a literary criticism. It was like a discussion that ended with good words, but all the moves were directed at useless people.
Tian Zhenlei was drinking tea at the seats, his hand holding the water trembling slightly.
Today is an unprecedented scene. He was not excited, on the contrary, he was a little scared.
He and the prince had no real friendship. He just felt that the seminar should not be held like this, and literature should not be conducted like this.
He felt that this was wrong. He felt that this might start a very harmful start, but he didn’t know how to object.
There should be people who had the same idea as him, but when he glanced around, he could only see gloating in the eyes of most people.
He trembled like a prophet who predicted the coming of the flood.
Shi Tonghe seemed to be quite satisfied with Kong Huaifang's performance. He nodded slightly and moved his eyes to the side.
Professor Zhong still sat motionless, but Li Minyang became a little anxious and seemed to want to say something, but Shi Tonghe blocked his mouth with one sentence.
“Professor Zhong and Editor Li have both said they will not speak, so next is Wang Zhongxing... By the way, do you have any opinions on Wang Zixu?”
Everyone turned to Wang Zixu.
There was ridicule and pity in the intertwined gazes, but Wang Zixu was still dumbfounded and shook his head dryly.
Shi Tonghe said: "Zizixu, Teacher Kong's criticism of you may not sound good to you, but it is all good advice and you must pay attention to it."
After speaking, he turned to Wang Zhongxing and said: "Then Wang Zhongxing will speak next."
Wang Zhongxing licked his lips, picked up the speech materials and knocked them together on the table, seeming a little eager to give it a try.
"You may have seen that I once published a review article in Wanzhou Daily, and I had already analyzed and evaluated the book "Fire in the Stone" at that time.
"But at that time, due to the lack of time, I only read it once, and "Fire in the Stone" had not been published in full, so the interpretation was not deep enough or thorough enough.
“In the past few days, after reading the existing chapters of “Fire in the Stone” for the third time, I have summarized three serious problems in the creation of this work:
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“First, the structure is loose and the showmanship is serious; second, the characters are flat and the description is frivolous; third, the layout is narrow and the style is not high. ”
After turning a page, Wang Zhongxing continued:
"Through the words, I can get a glimpse of the author. I can feel the author's mentality when writing. He knew that he was challenging this kind of subject matter, but his writing skills were still shallow. In order not to be criticized. Shallow, so I deliberately show off my skills.
“The most obvious thing is that each chapter switches perspectives in a show-off manner. Indeed, its perspective switching is very clever, but is this kind of ingenious technique really needed in our literature? ..."
Wang Zhongxing talked a lot, and his criticism of "Fire in the Stone" was even more pungent than Kong Huaifang's evaluation just now.
Kong Huaifang’s evaluation just now is just a high-level view, from the perspective of values, it talks about the orientation issue and does not involve the novel itself.
From this point of view alone, there are many works with "wrong direction" but excellent content. It is already a good achievement that Wang Zixu, a fledgling author, has received the attention and evaluation of seniors from all walks of life.
But Wang Zhongxing’s denial went even further. He not only denied the entire book in terms of values, but also in terms of value.
Many authors go their own way. If they follow the outline, they will most likely laugh it off, but if you say that their writing is poor, they will fight you hard.
Wang Zhongxing repeatedly danced in this minefield, as if he was deliberately trying to anger Wang Zixu.
“Last point, the layout is not enough. After reading this book briefly, many people will exclaim that this book is the Chinese version of "One Hundred Years of Solitude", but after reading it carefully, you will find that its layout is actually not high.
“There is “White Deer Plain” that writes about the entanglement between two families, and “One Hundred Years of Solitude” that writes about a hundred years of folk epic. “Fire in the Stone” combines them into one, but you can’t tell whether it is meant to write an epic or to write about two big families.
“It means, where is its foothold?
"It's like writing about the boatmen's chants on the Yellow River. The rough descriptions of the trackers and the passengers on the boat are described in broad strokes. However, "Fire in the Stone" is like using a lot of pen and ink to describe the details of the trackers' muscles, euphemistically called seeing the big from the small.
"Can this kind of thing still be called an epic? This also further confirms my previous thoughts - the subject matter is good, but it was ruined by an inexperienced author who lacked writing skills. "
After saying that, Wang Zhongxing put down the manuscript and looked at Shi Tonghe.
Shi Tonghe had been holding his fists with his hands under his chin, his eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something. After Wang Zhongxing finished speaking and was silent for a long time, he came back to his senses, looked around and said:
"Wang Zhongxing's analysis was detailed enough and serious enough, and he read such a long novel three times. This kind of responsible spirit is worth learning from."
He took the lead in applauding, and soon, the applause in the venue resounded with dignity.
Xiao Mengyin patted the palm of his hand twice, then put down his hand, bit his lip, turned to look at Wang Zixu, only to find that he was still applauding, and secretly admired him for being calm and a good person.
He is so rational, as rational as an artificial intelligence. Although he knew that he made a rational choice, Xiao Mengyin was still slightly disappointed in his heart.
Her political ability allows her to know what the best choice is at this time, but her passion as a writer makes her long for a rebellious and unruly male, rather than a compromising compromiser.
Shi Tonghe nodded and looked at Wang Zixu: "Zhixu, what do you think?"
Wang Zixu had no expression on his face and had no reaction, and Shi Tonghe didn't speak. The two looked at each other.
Shi Tonghe deliberately did not speak, prolonging this embarrassing silence. When certain emotions were brewing in the silence and everyone began to have subtle thoughts, he finally spoke again:
"You should be happy to have colleagues like Mr. Wang Zhongxing who study your works carefully and carefully. Maybe readers who like your works may not read as much or more carefully than Mr. Wang."
After saying that, he turned sideways and turned to the others: "Okay, the next one will speak."
Further down, it was Shen Qingfeng. Shen Qingfeng's lips curved into an evil smile, but he waved his hand and said, "I didn't read it carefully, so I can't tell, let's go next."
Wang Zixu looked at him in surprise. This guy didn't take the opportunity to add insult to injury. It was really unlike him.
The next person is also an acquaintance of Shi Tonghe. Although he had not squeezed into Shi Tonghe's inner circle, he now understood clearly how to stand in line, so he quietly changed a few strokes of the original commentary materials and published a series of analyzes similar to those of Wang Zhongxing.
The next speech was also very similar.
The prince counted the heads in vain. As early as when he came in, he had already discovered the mystery of the seating order. Generally speaking, this seating arrangement was quite unfavorable to him. It was Shi Tonghe's deliberate arrangement. But it’s not like there are no points that can be exploited.
So since he came in, he has been brewing a plan in his heart.
After the fifth person finished speaking, the plan was finally hatched.
Shi Tonghe still flogged the corpse as usual. After the previous one finished speaking, he turned to look at Wang Zixu: "What do you have in mind? If you don't have an idea, go to the next one."
"I do."
"Huh?" Shi Tonghe raised his head in surprise.
“I have a few ideas.” Wang Zixu said.
The person who just spoke looked up at him with a nervous expression.
Shi Tonghe thought about it for a moment, and then said: "Say it."
Everyone saw that he raised his hands abnormally high, as if he was raising a flag with both hands, and his movements were weird.
Xiao Mengyin was about to wonder why he had endured until now, but suddenly he couldn't bear it anymore. After taking a closer look, he realized that Wang Zixu was stretching.
He stretched out comfortably and enjoyed himself, and yawned.
(End of this chapter)