That was when I first came into contact with western classical novels. I was lying in bed, leafing through the prefaces of more than a dozen famous books, considering which book to start with, but I didn't know. I was shocked at first sight. In fact, the western literary theory in the 1990 s seems to be still very left. In the preface of my book, the whole story is great, exposing and criticizing, turning all the elegant novel masters into moralists with a straight face and calling me young and ignorant. How can I take the initiative to see them? But soon, I found the unique charm of the novel in that far-left preface. I found that some of these world-famous novels were written in yellow. According to the introduction of the preface, Tess clearly wrote a story of seduction (I was still young, but I didn't know the word seduction, but I probably had this concept in my heart), while Madame Bovary was just telling a story about a married woman who had several men outside! There is a cloud in the preface of those two books. When these two books were published, they were once accused of being immoral and immoral! These four words suddenly aroused my curiosity! Our school management at that time was harsh, and even Jin Yong and Qiong Yao were banned as pornographic books and periodicals by the school. Once you find that the book has been confiscated, you have to stand in the corner. Now that Gan Kun is upside down, I can actually read these books about seduction or adultery at recess. So, a strong "sexual interest" urged me, and in that mood, I couldn't wait to open Madame Bovary.
At that time, I was in the heyday of my youth and looked like a hurricane. The zit on my face is like a mushroom after the rain, and my interest in sex has reached the peak of history. However, the militarized school life imprisoned my body and mind. In class or campus, boys and girls will be teased even if they say a word, let alone make friends and fall in love. We live a puritan ascetic life during the day. Only when I sleep at night, in the dead of night, will I masturbate to vent my desire for hormone excess. At that time, I was lucky enough to get a book like Madame Bovary.
You can imagine with what enthusiasm I read this novel. Every day during lunch break, I don't play naughty in class as before, but sit alone in the gallery behind the teaching building, holding a dark and thick world literature masterpiece. In the shadow of vines and flowers, I have changed the image of the urchin king. Teachers and students who have walked through the long corridor must think that this child is too excellent and has too much character when they see this scene of concentrating on reading. In fact, I have been staring at the yellow description in the novel with my eyes wide open and ears pricked up.
But in fact, Flaubert let me down, or I chose the wrong book. I think. If the masterpiece I got at that time was not Madame Bovary by Flaubert, but Tales of Duran by Balzac or decameron by Boccaccio, I would definitely get full sexual satisfaction from it like a puppy falling into a crock. But I'm not that lucky. Like an official of the Press and Publication Bureau who censors books, I have read most novels, including The Leave of Leon, The Loneliness of Emma, The Appearance of Rudolph, The Leave of Rudolph and The Appearance of Leon, but I haven't found any naked descriptions. In yellow, Emma and Rudolph are hiding in the attic making out. The person in front shouted a few words at the meeting. Although the couple behind made progress, their writing was extremely light. At the critical moment, when I was reading sexual interest, Flaubert's pen turned and wrote elsewhere. (Later, after learning the writing theory, I realized that pressing the table is actually a more yellow writing technique, which can leave readers endless imagination space, not limited to the limitations of words, but at that time, how could I have this aesthetic accomplishment? Later, it was reported that Leon and Emma were making out in Rouen's cabin. It's just that you kiss me and I kiss you, which is worse than Jin Yong's cologne. When Yi Zhiping raped the little dragon girl in The Condor Heroes, it also fascinated me. But I admire the perseverance when I was young. When I couldn't find the yellow description I wanted to read, I firmly believed that there would be one later, so I kept looking until there were only a few pages left in the whole novel, and I was completely desperate. But think about it, there are only a few pages left. Just finish reading it, so that you can finish reading a famous book. So I finished reading my first western classical novel in such a depressed way.
After reading Madame Bovary, I was never discouraged, but I had Tess's thoughts again. Once again, I turned over every word of Tess like a book, trying to find a few yellow descriptions, and the result was still in vain. But strangely enough, although I have ulterior motives, I was completely disappointed after reading Madame Bovary. However, after watching Tess of the D 'Urbervilles, I was slightly out of the vulgar taste and brought in. I can sympathize with Tess's experience and Claire to some extent, especially at the end of the novel, when Tess was arrested, she said to Claire, "I won't live long enough for you to look down on me." Even left a long time can not forget the moving tears. But on the whole, my first attempt to read world famous books ended in failure. Since then, I'd rather steal to read martial arts novels and romance novels, but I've never touched the dark and thick tome at home again.