. . ISBN:？ 9787544785655
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At night, the fox came, whispering and breathing slightly.
The fox is always around us, just like a nightmare.
So, we wander about the people and things in the past: who will be remembered? In what way is it treasured forever? When these disappear from memory, does it mean real death?
The themes of these eight stories are interlinked, and they are all reflections on love and memory, life and death. The feelings aroused by old photos, lost lovers, lost selves, injured fools, fateful encounters and endless love affairs let us collect and rebuild those sad or lost memories in our lives.
Life is only a moment, and it is silent.
. . Author's brief introduction. .
author
Seth? Chis Nutboom.
Born in The Hague, the Netherlands, he is an important contemporary writer, as well as a poet, travel literature writer and art critic. I have loved traveling all my life and have traveled all over the world. I am known as "the writer with the most world civic awareness and demeanor".
He is regarded as the same kind of Calvino and Nabokov, and is highly respected in the literary world. Byatt called him "one of the most outstanding novelists in modern times". Representative works: Ceremony, All Souls' Day, Spain Avenue of Stars, Homeless Hotel, etc.
Since the 1950s, more than 50 works have been published, and they are still writing. Won the Pegasus Literature Award and Constantine? Huygens Literature Award, European Literature Award "Alistair Award", International IMPAC Dublin Literature Award, won the German "Federal Cross" for The Road to Berlin. In recent years, he has been included in the list of candidates in Nobel Prize in Literature for many times.
translator
Du Dong
Nanjing native, Capricorn, ten years literary translator, seven years journalist and writer, Tibet tourism developer. I have taken many detours in my wandering thoughts, but I still hope to capture the world with words just in case. Nottbohm translated The Wanderer's Hotel and the Fox at Night, Anthony? Clockwork orange by Burgess is the author of Kangba Love Letter and Taste of Tibet.
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Sea, death and love, photos, memories, roaming, monologues, concrete and vague inner world/microscope slice experiment/ups and downs/Aragon, Heinz and Paula like "no clue, no plot"
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The blending of prose poetry and philosophical thinking. Nottbohm won't let the narrator and the reader fall into an overwhelming mood, while arousing sadness and grief, he always keeps a necessary distance, and constantly draws and pushes the boundaries between drunkenness and sobriety, and between emotion and thought. I have a good sense of balance.
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In the19th century, redundancy was once a virtue: please look at Stendhal or Trollope. But now we are no longer happy to appreciate such a long masterpiece, and our ability to persist in paying attention is greatly reduced. The chaos in our hearts makes the story written both lack of form and ambiguity. In a good story, "the present" is nowhere to be found and everywhere. In the photo, "absence" is very important, but how important it is can't be expressed in words. I mean, if you never know the person in the photo, you can't know who is not there. That's the point.
Quote from Heinz
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Isn't it strange that people you once knew will disappear without a trace? You don't even know if this person is still alive, although you walked together and shared your feelings.
Lead Zigong Dora.
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"Once you hear someone tell you that he has lost his desire for life, you can't help but wonder who can say such a thing: the person who can make everyone laugh, the person who can perfectly imitate all animals, the person who washes the cards perfectly, or the person who has a fox around him, he will hope to die one day."
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"Once you hear someone tell you that he has lost his desire for life, you can't help but wonder who can say such a thing: the person who can make everyone laugh, the person who can perfectly imitate all animals, the person who washes the cards perfectly, or the person who has a fox around him, he will hope to die one day."
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Once upon a time, there was a road from the lighthouse to the bay, where you could see the roaring waves under your feet. Now this road is faintly visible, and no one will go this way again: this land is rugged and dangerous. There is no place for you to persist and stand firm, but I just want to go to the edge of the earth, and I want to blend in with this intoxicating rage. Chaos and collapse, wars and crises abound. The gray waves are surging and beating against the rocks. Hongbo bent into a huge arch, scrambling to look up as if to jump into the air. Gray contains all colors, sparkling, from blue like gasoline to dark like coffin lid. Anger, swallowing water droplets in mid-air, hanging alone in the gray sky, falling into the deep shadow of the trough, accumulating strength and starting again, condensing double strength.
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