Compared with the Japanese cure that makes good use of spaces and ellipsis, there is a cure that we are not familiar with in the west.
Quebec cured.
Island countries cherish their attachment to local natural scenery and customs and culture, especially the description of the ties between family members, because a family is like an island. However, for a French immigrant area without a long history, Quebec's wandering worries can only be solved by broad-minded philosophy in the face of cliffs, mountains, rivers and marine lakes.
The Quebec writers, represented by Gabriele Roy, used their children's ignorance and curiosity to appease the once young spectators of life-the little "I" and the humble "I" who accepted the regret of life changes.
Different from the gratitude of Japanese healing forest system, the temperature of Quebec-style healing comes from philosophical thinking, which is golden maple syrup and warmer.
(Plus) Gabriel Roy
Translated by Zhao Lingcen
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The temperature of literature
The warmth of Quebec maple syrup
Text | Zhao Lingcen
Literature with emotional troubles has a difficult standard. However, temperature is a psychological or even physiological judgment when reading. For example, if you look straight and warm, you will feel hot ... When temperature is introduced into literature, many writers and works that are difficult to classify will naturally have a suitable position.
Common sense tells us that high temperature is easy to rot and low temperature is easy to preserve. Leisure works are generally low temperature. What is leisure? Writing for your own interest, people who don't look at it know what to do, so even if you write about mountains and water, even if you write about a lovely animal, such as a cat, it is a little light, hidden and floating, and it is difficult to cause controversy, because people who look at it can't grasp nature. The works that make people's blood boil are naturally hot. Perishability is not a sign that literature that shouldn't talk about right and wrong loses its value, but the opposite of heavy life-a sign of death.
These two extremes, in my opinion, most correspond to the graceful and restrained school and French writers such as Baudelaire and Sade. In the middle of the literary thermometer, there should be the position of the healing department. As a new term in Japan in the late 1990s, the healing system has been linked with human posture from the beginning: affinity and natural state. Any kind of demand should be born without it. If kinship and nature have a healing effect in the eyes of modern people, then distance and estrangement will always be accompanied. Although the healing system has extended to all aspects of daily life: pictures, music, dolls and even food, from the definition of "seeing beauty in nuances" in the healing system, the two forms of change through the process of film and literature can fully reflect the difficulty of "seeing". We need a treatment system. As far as Japan is concerned, both movies (Little Forest, Seagull Restaurant, April Story, Happy Bread) and literature (One's Fine Weather, Kitchen) are "small fortunes" accumulated in impermanence, giving people a sense of impermanence, that is, daily idleness. If a food is used to vividly express the cure in Japan, it is necessary to push matcha, which is astringent but not stagnant and cold.
Compared with the Japanese-style cure that makes good use of spaces and ellipsis, there is a kind of cure that we are not familiar with in the west called Quebec-style cure. Island countries cherish their attachment to local natural scenery and customs and culture, especially the description of the ties between family members, because a family is like an island. But for a French immigrant area with a short history, facing cliffs, mountains, rivers, oceans and lakes, Quebec's wandering worries (many representative literary works in Quebec can be seen from the title, "Time Wandering" and "A Season of Emmanuel's Life") can only be solved with broad philosophy. The Quebec writers, represented by Gabriele Roy, used their children's ignorance and curiosity to appease the once young spectators of life-the little "I" and the humble "I" who accepted the regret of life changes. Different from the gratitude of Japanese healing forest system, the temperature of Quebec-style healing comes from philosophical thinking, which is golden maple syrup and warmer.
On 20/0/0, when I came back from France, I selectively brought back three kinds of books: The Evil of High Temperature-Flower of Evil and Sofa; Meditation at low temperature or even zero-the book of the future; Moderate therapy in Quebec-the road to Artamon and autumn outing. Different from a certain type of literati's focus on a certain style, these three books represent my intentional rejection of rules and constraints, my persistence in truth, my persistence in self-sufficiency and leisure, and my desire for self-healing. You can't ask more people to make life like literature.
I looked at a train and thought of the word "missed". I haven't come to this world when you were born, which is a kind of miss; You are going through the most difficult time in your life, and I don't know what I am going through in a distant place. This is a kind of missing; You were telling your life, but I forgot it, because I didn't participate and didn't understand it. This is a kind of nostalgia. You are talking about the east, I am talking about the west, which is a kind of miss; You are in the snowy north and I am in the sunny south, which is a kind of missing; You have reached another stage of your life, but I have stopped at the same place ... This is not only a question of space, time and cognition, but also so complicated that you can only use the word "life" to confuse the past.
Every time I think of the word "life" helplessly, I am as confused as the little girl Christina in The Road to Artamon: "I just feel that life is not equal at all, and it is not fair at all. Why can't everyone grow up together every year from the age of one? " There is a lot of space in the book to talk about the magnanimity and conversation of Canada's endless plains: "It seems empty and barren, like pulling back a wild dream, isolated everywhere;" Like vilen, he wanted to leave people, his house and his village. In the blink of an eye, he put everything behind him, and once he went back, he was independent. "Is it delicious? Equality and fairness mean the same starting point and the same ending point. There are no ups and downs and accidents in the process. Is it good or not? But the old man in the book will tell you: how boring.
When the wind wrinkled the lake in Winnipeg, with the seagulls rippling vaguely, the lake that overflowed the sandy shore retreated again, as if saying that they were lost; When grandma's cupboard is full of food, but no one enjoys it; The old man and Christina sat quietly by the lake while the lively crowd munched on greasy French fries in the noisy business district of Lake Winnipeg. When the first accidental road to Artamon was deliberately sought but never found; When Christina went from a spectator of life-constantly asking questions about life to an experiencer of life (a stubborn mother who experienced changes and gradually formed self-confrontation)-her judgment and answer to life seemed to be talking about her own shortcomings. When you accept this regret frankly-even if you don't have an exact answer, you are still willing to walk with life calmly. You will find with the author that the encounter in the world has its own reasons, and the steps that are destined to be missed will meet somewhere. Artamon Road: Missing is criss-crossing, criss-crossing is the road. The road to Artamon is not just a name on the map, a road sign, whose past, whose present and whose future it is, but the place where his/her past and his/her present and his/her future meet, the "country of love".
The warmth of The Road to Artamon is that Christina, who has been numb and complaining after the changes of the world, still can't bear to preach bluntly when recalling the past. She accompanied her once ignorant and curious self, revisited with the vast Yuan Ye, the sensitive Lake Winnipeg, the sound of sand in her uncle's hometown, the grove that seemed to be raining, and the hills on the way to Artamon.
Re-experience a kind of missing story called grandma, mom and "me". At the beginning, grandma and "me" face to face, which is a metaphor of self and "birth" face to face. As Shi Tiesheng said in My Journey to Ding Yi, everyone's birth is a story told by others, and everyone knows his birth through other people's stories. The overbearing grandmother in the book is like a strange birth password that suddenly falls, which makes Christina confused. The so-called "life" refers to looking at the past of one's ancestors and elders from the longitudinal time axis, and also refers to knowing the present of one's ancestors and elders and the present of peers where * * * is located. Everyone who has experienced life is like "poor old oak tree, far away from all the trees, guarding a small corner alone", while family is like "dwarf trees on the mountain, perhaps born of old trees, and every new leaf rustles in the valley". This is about meeting in love. But sometimes, love is a surprise and contradiction.
One day, you suddenly find that what you resist or even hate has been subtly transferred to your bones, and the "possessions" that parents are reluctant to throw away all their lives are in front of you, and parents have done it again on their children. Christina couldn't understand why her mother always complained that the omnipotent grandmother wouldn't let go, and finally asked her, "I haven't done enough." When her mother heard this sentence, she finally understood how much it meant to her grandmother. We always know this in our thoughts, but it is not a lonely thing for no reason after all.
When you go further and further alone, like Christina who travels for writing, you will think of your mother who is watching in the cellar, just like Christina who saw Lake Winnipeg for the first time. "She is very poor, really. She has never seen Lake Winnipeg, the sea or the Rocky Mountains in her life. She said all the places she longed to go, and even insisted that we let her go and travel around the world if necessary. I think I understand a little. Even if I have desire, I can't go out. Even if I have yearning, I will still be trapped in a small street all my life. " The human heart is like this. If you have it, you want more, but "after every small street, there are endless yuan leaves, and now almost all the colors are dark. At this moment, where the sky meets the sky, there is a deep red, and the endless leaves are emotional and sad. "You will recall what gave you a sense of security for the first time:
The house is always on fire. We eat pumpkin pie, peel some hazelnuts and corn, and put some tomatoes in the window until they are ripe. Some days, the warm water in the cauldron is boiling juice, and the whole room is soaked with fragrance. The wooden saw in the yard buzzes with two tones. First, it is clear, and when it bites the wood, it becomes dim, as if it is a cheerful promise: I will cut you a lot of firewood, enough for you to use all winter. During that time, my family seemed to be a ship ready to go, like a castle about to collapse, full of pickles, Quebec maple syrup, red apples in British Columbia and plums in Ontario. Soon, I received food from my uncle in the country: foie gras, turkey, twelve chickens, ham and fat bacon, as well as boxes of fresh eggs and butter from the farm. In summer, the kitchen turned into a shop, and we soaked in it for a day, and the frost lasted the shelf life. Autumn is full and refreshing. Maybe then I will know what security is.
Or meet. As the old man said, it may be a cycle. "Everything will be reunited there, the people we love, the things and things we love."
"Just like all of us, you and she, me and him, play together, walk through life together, reach out and want to meet ..." We will meet in the end, on the way to Artamon.
Different from the Japanese healing system, the Quebec healing system, represented by The Road to Artamon, is willing to reproduce every detail about life troubles, but it only tolerates every misunderstanding, dispute, regret and even regret through philosophical thinking and sets a warm tone. Unlike the Japanese healing system, which wants to embrace the subtle but beautiful things in nature and life, the Quebec healing system allows you to see everyone you love immediately. It is not a poetic aesthetic, but a deep self, like golden sticky maple syrup.
I brought back the road to Artamon, and now I solemnly recommend it to you.
Zhao lingcen
2065438+August 25, 2006
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