Reflection on Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio in the Library (1): We still need to forge ahead in our dreams, not forgetting our own initiative.
The first time I read Murakami's book, it was actually this one, because I couldn't borrow Norwegian forests, radishes and hard avocados. The first impression on the cover is gloomy and dark, and the words painted by Carmen Sk. It stands to reason that I can't read books with illustrations, and I always feel like a primary school student who looks at pictures and talks, but the biggest possibility is that I have no artistic cells and can't appreciate illustrations.
Ok, start watching. . . Half an hour passed. . . When I was taken into the library 107 in the book and saw the strange old man, I had a deep sense of substitution. To be precise, my heart beat faster and I even felt a little nervous. At this moment, I really felt the shock of illustration.
As for the feeling after reading, I really can't write anything. . . Yes, my basic skills didn't seem to give me any idea about this book, but in order to boast that I have read this book in my future talks in Kan Kan, I went to some book reviews very unkindly. However, the fact is that I criticized these book reviews very rudely. I think many book lovers have a strong sense of substitution. This over-interpretation makes my brother really unable to eat.
Several important people (or things), me, the old man, the shepherd, the beautiful girl, my mother, the big black dog (the big black dog that bit me, the big black dog next to the old man), the grey starling (the beautiful girl), by the way, the tax collector with a huge name in the book. In short, I have to put on some morality, and I just want to respond simply. I should refer to me (nonsense), the old man refers to the destruction of time and the distortion of self-knowledge (I feel that many old people are stubborn and can't keep up with the performance of the times), the sheep man is a kind of weakness and submission in reality (the image of the sheep man is indispensable in reality), and the beautiful girl of course refers to the hopes and dreams for the future (referring to all beautiful things, people and things), and the mother naturally grows up.
That's about it. Although I am noncommittal about some book reviews, I was deeply moved by a sentence written in an article, that is, taking off my shoes and walking out of the long dark stairs and maze, which is the price of growing up barefoot, and my mother's final death shows that the person who protects me the most will eventually leave us. However, the road and the future still need us to continue to forge ahead!
Reading "Library Anecdotes" (Ⅱ) —— Library Anecdotes
An anecdote about Haruki Murakami Library.
It is no exaggeration to say that standing in the bookstore can finish reading it in less than 20 minutes! Originally a collection of early short stories by Murakami, it is now divided into several books. To put it bluntly, it is the act of circling money (or robbing money). The hardcover printed on copper paper is for iron powder collection! It's a series with the previous sleep attack on the bakery.
The illustrations are good and the story is interesting, but it doesn't mean much to those who have seen it.
Why should I borrow it?
First, in order to ensure that every book in the village has been read.
Second, such a thin book is of great help to complete the annual reading plan! That's right, just make up the number! ! !
A good sentence in this book:
1, the library is very quiet, because books absorb all the sounds.
2. Mr Yang Nan has Mr Yang Nan's world, I have my world, and you have your world. So I can't say that I don't exist in Mr. Yang Nan's world, which means I don't exist. Your world, my world and Mr. Yang Nan's world overlap and have nothing to do with each other.
Everything in the world runs smoothly. Everyone thinks for himself and lives for himself.
Reflections on Library Anecdotes (Ⅲ) —— Haruki Murakami's bizarre Library Anecdotes
This book should be regarded as a picture book. I didn't expect Murakami to write such a book, which completely subverted my imagination.
The book is not big or thick, it is a small one, and it is still hardcover, but it is exquisite. Black cover, illustrations with black background, and printing on coated paper, except for a little more words, have a normal layout, all of which have the style of picture books.
The story happened in the library. From the first sentence, people felt a kind of Yin Qi. The library is much quieter than usual. The new leather shoes made a dull sound on the floor. A strange woman is sitting in the borrowing place. After returning the book, the teenager wanted to borrow it. The woman told him a strange room number 107, and it was in the basement. Teenagers first heard that libraries have basements.
So it became more and more gloomy and scary, and the teenager also fell into a deeper and deeper whirlpool.
After knocking on the heavy door, there was a little old man sitting behind the old desk. The teenager had to bite the bullet and go on. He wants to know the taxation method of Ottoman Turkish Empire. Of course, this is not a problem that must be understood. He only thought of it occasionally on his way to school, so he wanted to go to the library to find out. It's no big deal whether to find it or not. However, the old man kept him waiting and really went to find three books on taxation in the Ottoman Empire. But there is no connection, and there are really disconnected labels on it. You can only read in the back room if you want to read.
The teenager wants to leave because it will close soon. But, of course, the old man didn't do this, and finally the teenager decided to watch it in the library for half an hour. So he was led by the old man through a maze-like room and walked into the trap step by step.
Finally, his true colors were revealed, and the teenager was detained, waiting for him to be brutally killed.
There are sheep people and girls behind the story, all of which have a strong metaphorical flavor. The girl is the incarnation of the grey starling raised by teenagers. The girl rescued the teenager from the basement, but after walking through the maze, she met the old man who detained the teenager, so the girl became a gray starling and sacrificed herself. The teenager walked out of the gloomy library smoothly. Everything went back to its original state, as if nothing had happened.
This book is beautifully designed, and the illustrations in it are also beautiful. The sheep man on the cover and the gray starling appear repeatedly on the cover and back cover, which makes the book feel gloomy. That kind of feeling is the Japanese Hundred Tales and China's Yu style, which is bizarre and mysterious. Just added to the library, a bit postmodern.
Reflection on Strange Stories from a Library (4): On the night of the new moon, I will go back to the furnace for renovation.
The teenager's "I" wears a pair of new shoes that don't fit, just like when we were young, we were always blessed by things that didn't suit us. I, a good boy who listened to my mother's instruction, came to the library to borrow books. The three books brought by the old man in the borrowing office are prohibited from borrowing. Then "I" was led through a maze of corridors, put on an ankle bracelet, thrown into a dark cell, and ordered to recite these three books within one month. I can't help but feel funny when I see this. When I was in primary school, I was asked to recite a whole vocabulary manual. Of course, it's not difficult for me. Just like the "I" in the article, although I am afraid of the old man who wants to suck people's brains, I feel that it is effortless to recite, and I feel very happy to be appreciated by the old man. . . Sheep man is "my" side, gentle and weak, and there is nothing he can do when he is beaten by a willow branch of the old man. Even he doesn't know why. He is a stupid man, symbolizing the loss of thinking ability under the rule of authority. He doesn't know what resistance is, or even what he is afraid of. However, Yang Man is not a bad person, he is just afraid. The mysterious girl and the sheep people don't belong to the same world. This girl is the embodiment of hope and courage. She soothed me to stop crying, made me think about the world and encouraged me to escape.
When I was studying, "I" became the tax collector of the Ottoman Turkish Empire, and the girl also appeared in this world as my wife, saying: Tomorrow is a new moon, and the new moon can change our destiny. However, she also said that the new moon took away all kinds of things from us.
On the new moon night, with the help of the shepherd, I finally reached the last door through the maze corridor. Yang Man actually had the ability to escape, but he never put it into action. This shows the importance of courage. When the door opened, the old man was waiting there. There was a big dog that bit me when I was a child, with a bloody myna in his mouth. At the critical moment, the girl turned into a gradually expanding grey starling, killed the big dog and pushed the old man against the wall. I finally escaped with the sheep man.
After escaping, the sheep man disappeared.
The last paragraph of this article is shocking to read. When I got home, my mother was not as crazy as I thought. As the old man said, everything in the world would still run safely. I feel sour when I look at it. Mother symbolizes the so-called shackles of love. My myna is missing, and shoes that don't fit me are left in the library. A few days later, mom died, too.
I think this is a dark adult fairy tale. Not only my mother died, but also the big dog that bit people was killed. The brain-sucking grandfather was also patted on the wall by a big bird. Sheep people disappeared after "I" escaped, and the beautiful girl who became a big bird did not appear at last (the girl once said in the last article that if you escape, take me with you). Mother's death symbolizes that I broke free from the shackles of so-called love, the big dog died-out of the shadow of childhood fear, the sheep man disappeared-abandoned weakness and girls-and courage and hope were thrown into the dark underground together. I am really an orphan, but everything is still on my own track. There are many shackles put on us in the world, perhaps warm, perhaps cruel and frightening. When we got up the courage to resist and finally got rid of the bondage, I finally became me, just like the girl said: I am me, that's all. As a symbol of chains, they all disappeared. I am alone, into the boundless darkness, just like the new moon night, my fate will be changed.
This girl may never leave. She said I would definitely come to you later. "Sheep men have a world of sheep men, I have my world, and you have your world, so I can't say that I don't have a world of sheep men, which means I don't exist." So, hope, always there, but she doesn't talk.
Not to mention this supplement, my heart seems to be in endless darkness.
Reflection on Strange Stories from a Lonely Studio in the Library (5): Pay tribute to the lost time
The moment I opened the page, I was attracted by the intricate stories and illustrations closely related to the plot. This is a contemporary magical realism novel. Murakami's imagination is as wild as Li He of Shi Gui, but he set foot on the earth step by step. It is not so much a fantasy adventure as a microcosm of the only way for each of us to live.
The "I" in the book strayed into the basement of the library in order to consult the information about Turkish taxation. Although he got what he wanted, he was trapped in prison and fell into the hands of an old man who ate human brains. Every day, a gentle shepherd and a dumb gray starling girl serve him. Intriguingly, Yang Nan doesn't know the existence of starling girl.
Sheep themselves are weak animals, and so are sheep people. In the face of all torture and * * *, he is silent, he is the embodiment of weakness and submission. In addition, his every move shows the principle of "muddling along". Without whipping, there is no action, and inertia is everywhere. Sheep people represent the defects of human nature. He ignored the existence of starling girl and his bright and beautiful side.
Once upon a time, like this curious teenager, we were preoccupied with what we thought was right, but we ran into a wall in reality. So we hit rock bottom and never recovered. We are sleepy, we hesitate, and we feel that the whole world hates our existence. So we also became muddleheaded shepherds, lost hope in ourselves and thought that we should drag our tails in the mud. We turn a blind eye to our own advantages and never see the beauty and sadness of the starling girl again.
Tomorrow is another day, and the sun will rise as usual. When we are tired of mediocre days, we will start to try our best to escape. So "I" decided to pull the sheep man and the starling girl together, intending to escape from the devil's prison together. Unexpectedly, at the exit, she was stopped by the old man and the black dog that bit me. The baby myna became the prey of the dog.
Myna itself is a kind of bird similar to myna. Starling can only learn to speak, even if he has his own will, he may not be able to express it to us. So, myna girl can't talk. The reason why she can express her thoughts in other ways is because she is a part of "me" like Yang Nan. If the sheep man represents the defects of human nature, then the beautiful starling represents the shining point of human nature. Courage and decisiveness are the cornerstones of human existence, and myna is the embodiment of courage and decisiveness. At the critical moment, she pushed the black dog and the old man against the wall and let "I" and the sheep man escape.
Black dogs and old people are the embodiment of fear. The old man represents the pressure brought by the present difficulties, while the black dog is the dark memory left by the painful memories of the past. We look forward and backward in the face of difficulties, but often lose opportunities in hesitation. Sometimes I am shrouded in the shadow of the past, thus binding my hands and feet. At this time, the courage of generate is commendable, which may change the situation and firmly grasp the initiative of the situation.
When "I" fled, I found that both the sheep man and the grey starling were gone. After all, a quiet life will not arouse so many emotional waves, and when things happen again, they will still appear. So "I" can't abandon the sheep people and the starlings and escape alone, just as we can't get rid of a part of ourselves-defects and bright spots.
This is my first experience of Haruki Murakami's works. The story of an ordinary teenager growing up after experiencing difficulties should be full of blood, but it is interpreted as dark and horrible, but it does not hinder understanding. I didn't read the yearning and recollection of those lost times from his works, but every line was sincere and rigorous, as if it were a tribute to that ignorant time. Maybe we will be full of respect when we recall the same time. Although we have experienced roughly the same period of time, every smile and every scar is unique. They appear in my memory from time to time, as vague and clear as portraits behind veils, and deserve our respectful memory.
After reading Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio in the Library (6): Which library is not Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio?
The shepherd is very imaginative. Although surprisingly short. But it also fits the topic. Strange conversation. I came across it when I was visiting the library. What attracted me was the cover. Maybe Haruki will continue to write a long fantasy story one day? Anyway, I've seen everything, and anyone can have an idea. The book was also borrowed from the library, so I simply returned it. It is impossible to say that I will buy an original collection one day. Who knows?
Who says there are no strange things in the library? There are strange things where people live. As long as Lu Xun's Road exists, there are not necessarily strange things in the library.
I feel that every library now has the characteristics mentioned in the book. However, old people, sheep people, monsters, birds and imaginary girls can't be found in today's library, but they have been transformed. We don't think so, or we think that people in libraries cherish books and come to study.
Thoughts on the Curious Stories of Libraries (7): I just like libraries.
This book is not terrible, just a little weird. Don't be scared by the font on the cover, the black background and the words "fantastic talk", because this is not a scary book, at best, it is just a little weird.
To put it simply, it is actually like this, that is, the protagonist "I" went to the library to borrow books and wanted to know about the tax system of the Ottoman Empire in Turkey. As a result, he was imprisoned by strange grandfather, who made him read three voluminous books in one month, and then his knowledgeable brain would be drunk by strange grandfather.
Yes, even if my brain is going to get drunk, this book is not scary at all, because my brain is not drunk yet, and I met a gentle and considerate new friend, Yang Nan. With the help of a beautiful girl (my mystarling), I managed to escape.
This book is so thin that I finished it in a short time, and I was at a loss after reading it. So I went to Douban to see if there was any explanation from the Great God. As a result, I saw a lot of analysis, such as expressing the loss and loneliness in growing up, sheep people represent timid themselves, and myna represents hope. Finally, my mother's death shows that I will gradually alienate my family when I grow up ... but none of them can make me feel suddenly enlightened. Regardless of whether the predecessors over-interpreted it or not, saying that there is no answer can satisfy me. I think there is a metaphor, but will it be so simple?
Yes, so many answers give me the feeling that this interpretation is too simple. ...
Maybe it's because I didn't finish the first two parts of the trilogy? I saw a book review entitled "The Correct Opening Method", which was written by the responsibility of the book, and I was full of expectations for what I could get. As a result, I only wrote about the hardships of making this book and the eight colors of picture printing (I really didn't have a chance to enjoy it).
In short, not satisfied.
But are you going to give in to this and learn from others? I really don't feel anything if I don't learn from others It's just that there are two things that confuse me a little.
First of all, what is the brain?
Encyclopedia is also written in a subtle way. Some people say it's brain tissue rotting and churning into pulp, while others say it's brain tissue fluid ... But there seems to be no accurate answer to what it is. As for the terrible grandpa's drink, I estimate that the brain tissue here is broken, full of knowledge, and it is said that there is a lovely graininess.
Second, why is this story set in the library?
None of the above answers are clear, and they always rise to growth and life. Where is growth and life simple enough to be summarized with a few elements at will? In addition, the name of this book is "Library Anecdotes". Can't the museum work? Can't school? Why does it have to be a library?
Another interesting point is that at first "I" said to the librarian at the front desk: I want to find a book. The librarian said, go down, room 107. I am still curious. The reader hasn't said what book he is looking for. Where is it? It turns out that all Grandpa did was consult!
The library is a treasure. I am on duty during the summer vacation. I am in charge of filing two stacks of books. In fact, when I was practicing or studying, I felt that what I always liked best was one of the most basic tasks of the library-reading.
Writing a book is actually very interesting, especially in unfamiliar stacks, just like a jigsaw puzzle: find the place where the book should be, look at the serial number, and everything is full of order and law. If there is one, insert the book into your own judgment position, and you will find an identical book next to it. At that moment, there will be a little leap of joy, like solving the correct problem ~ This sense of regularity is not monotonous, because every time you find where a book should be, you will take a step back, just like standing up and overlooking the puzzle, and you will have a sense of the overall situation. With luck, you can find one, two or even a whole book that interests you. At this time,
So from this point of view, I'm afraid I won't be a good librarian in charge of the stacks, because I'm too easily attracted by beautiful flowers and stones, and my work efficiency will be very low.
However, on the other hand, this post is actually the closest post to the library. You can hear the heartbeat of the library and touch the blood of the library. It's like sticking it on a tree trunk, sticking it on a person's chest and listening to her tell it in her own way. At this time, I think I can best understand why Ranganathan said that the library is "a growing organism".
I especially like and yearn for the library, so I chose this major for graduate study. But in retrospect recently, I found that in fact, in my study career, I have hardly been to the library.
The high school library is very good, for a middle school. First of all, she didn't close it for long, just opened it for inspection. She doesn't restrict students to borrow only one book or two books. She was built on the floor covered by the basketball court, so the area is quite large. For the integrity of the overall style of the gym, there are great floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sunshine will come in on sunny days. There is also a big reading table. Sometimes one person or two or three friends can occupy a whole table, which is the feeling of spreading their books and exercise books all over the desktop ... I have always longed for such a big table, but I obviously don't have such a big house. ...
Later, I went to college. When I was a freshman, the library was very small. As long as I entered, I was required to bring a substitute book board. Sophomore students began to move to the campus, which we will sell to other schools after graduation. So is there a library? I don't remember ... so I was super predestined. I didn't have much contact with the library. I studied library science and went to work in the library after graduation.
Even if I don't get into the habit of soaking in the library, I clearly know that the library is a treasure.
Let's talk about going back to Ben. Now think carefully about the process of meeting this book that day and the process of reading this book. I seem to be able to put forward my own ideas.
Japanese works actually love libraries. Books, movies and TV plays often appear in libraries;
In the dedication of Suspect X, Yukawa went to the library to check last month's newspaper to confirm his suspicion, followed by KUSANAGI.
Fujii in the love letter and Kazuo in the disguised couple are both librarians.
There are also movies and animations, Library Wars. ...
So Murakami's library anecdote naturally attracted me. At noon, after reading this thin little book at the front desk of the library, I looked up and saw some students borrowing books. I took a long look. They are all good books. After reading a few books, you can see Ta's personality and taste. I am very happy (yes, just like an old aunt ...) to find that besides textbooks, everyone likes to borrow some books on humanities and social sciences to escape the summer ~
Reading is not hot, but summer is long.
I used to think that I couldn't read books without buying them. But for students, there is a limit to the number of books to borrow. The process of wandering in front of the bookshelf, repeatedly comparing, considering and deciding may actually increase their value to books.
Watching them borrow books in their arms or carefully put them in backpacks, I thought, how can a library be a terrible place?
There are countless treasures here, and countless people want to talk to you, not to preach, but to stop and listen, waiting for you to take her down and read it carefully.
So, perhaps, what the book Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio in the library wants to tell me, at least what I feel, is not the lonely growth and loss of life, but the story of independence, following the guidance of hope, accepting knowledge, being brave in resistance and doubt, and no longer relying on others in the process of pursuing knowledge.
Starling said, don't worry, I will always come to you.
Not lost, Grey Starling planted hope in her heart.
Reflections on Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio in the Library (8): Freedom, Loneliness or Sinking Slave?
It is hard for me to imagine that its score is so low. But it is really the binding of a physical book and the content that has been read for half an hour. Comparing the price again, it's really ... a short essay, but it's sold as a book.
I put it on the shelf of the bookstore and noticed it at a glance. At first, I went to look for the sleeping beauty of Kawabata Yasunari. Not found. Look at this book. I look short. I finished it in half an hour.
The illustrations are well matched with the words. The gloom of the basement is revealed in the dark paintings.
The drawn lines extend outward, just like this story, a maze of basements.
Who would have thought that there was such an existence under the city library?
A grumpy and gloomy old man eats the brain marrow containing knowledge. A cowardly and kind sheep man can bake sweet donuts.
And that woman.
Beautiful, transparent, can deprive people of breathing and thinking beauty.
Haruki Murakami said in his works that the library provides knowledge, so it cannot but be rewarded.
So, what it requires in return is that readers contain the brains of knowledge ...?
I think. This has nothing to do with the old man.
This is the meaning of knowledge. If people stop reading and seeking knowledge. Does the library have the meaning of existence? Does a writer have a meaning of existence?
It doesn't seem right ...
I don't understand its meaning.
But this mysterious story. There is beauty in it.
Sink, weakness, is to give up. Only by fighting can we hope for victory.
And on the road to struggle (or revolution)? Fight for freedom? ) There are always sacrifices.
When you are free, you may have lost a lot.
Are you the only free man or the slave who died with you?
Reflections on Strange Stories from a Lonely Studio Library (9): Why a library? Hurt feelings ...
My son divided hundreds of medium-sized Legos into two parts in two days, and obviously he couldn't stay at home. I have been running around these days and haven't read quietly for several days. So, NianLia took advantage of the fine weather in the afternoon and strolled all the way to Christie's. Without saying anything, they went into the bookstore to rub books together.
I chose three books for myself, starting with the thinnest one-Library Strange Tales by Haruki Murakami. No matter how much spacing the publishing house uses, the full-page illustrations by Carter and Manschke, and the complicated printing process of matte and glossy coated paper can't change the light length of this book, which is only over 30,000 words, so it reads quickly.
This new book is an old work decades ago, with the surreal color of Haruki. It describes strange events in the tone of an ordinary teenager. Teenagers' manners and restraint, curiosity, patience, weakness, fear and hesitation are quite realistic, and the unique gloomy, mysterious and cruel atmosphere accumulated and digested by the hero's weak perception system can be regarded as the lever to prop up the whole novel. Only the communication and acceptance of this psychological atmosphere can complete the important communication between creation and reading. But in the final analysis, this is Kafka's black fable and adult fairy tale. Readers can interpret various elements of the novel in a moral way outside the framework of the story, just like enjoying the fantasy drift of Pi. From this point of view, this little book is naturally not bad, and it can even be said that it can make readers of hermeneutic novels ponder over it again and again.
Manschke's illustrations, though not brilliant, can set off the gloomy and cold atmosphere of the novel as a whole (but there is still a big gap compared with the illustrations made by Biales for Salome in terms of appeal, vividness and decoration), but they are not as illustrated as the text itself.
But after all, I still don't like this book. Probably because the "paradise" library has become an innocent victim in this book. Only this, I find it difficult to identify with emotionally. Let nature take its course, then don't like it willfully!
Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio in the Library (10): You just need to remember that I am always by your side.
Because of curiosity, I walked into a world and found it was different from your expectation, even horrible, so I began to miss the operation of the original world. After trying to escape, I found that the original world was actually changing. There is no mother, no starling, no sheep man, no girl, but time and everything are still running smoothly, and everyone thinks for himself, and that's all. Your world, my world, and the world of sheep people overlap and are irrelevant. When you are alone, the darkness around you is deeper, just like the night of the new moon. Dawn is approaching, and the darkness of the new moon night is getting shallower and shallower. When the morning sun shines the last ray of sunshine on the green leaves of trees, the dark world you have experienced disappears without saying a word, just like the morning dew evaporates, and then your love and friendship disappear. You will be lonely forever. Maybe you will try to write down some memories. You often feel in a trance. You don't know if those things really happened. Everything is like a dream. You can't get out of the maze. The most nerve-racking thing about the maze is that you don't know whether you have chosen the right way until you reach the end, and it's too late to realize that you have gone the wrong way when you reach the end. In the end, we still have to go and never look back. In fact, we are all passers-by and have to leave sooner or later. When we are together, we should go all out to have fun. When we leave, no one should worry about this person and go to their next stop to find new happiness.