Chapter 758 I write novels, all by editing
Lin Weimin has a decent relationship with Cheng Zhigu. He established Wenhua Film and Television to invest in movies. His original plan was to find Cheng Zhigu, but he didn't expect that Cheng Zhigu would show up.
But it’s good that Han Shanping has come to Yanying Studio now. With the relationship with Old Teng, they are closer.
Later, Han Shanping served as the director of Yanying Studio for five years. He vigorously supported young directors, not only those from Yanying Studio, but also those capable young talents in the domestic film industry. He trained a group of outstanding directors and also earned Han Shanping great fame.
The cooperation between Wenhua Film and Television and Yanying Studio can not only solve the problem of affiliation qualifications, but also indirectly attract a large number of film talents, killing two birds with one stone.
After talking with Tong Zhonggui, Lin Weimin saw Shi Tiesheng chatting happily with someone, so he went over.
"What are you talking about?"
"We were talking about the "Work Notes." Shi Tiesheng said with a smile.
"Notes on the Seminar" is a novel that Shi Tiesheng is currently writing, and he has been working on it for several years.
Shi Tiesheng spent several years writing this novel. Many of my friends have tried to read a lot of its content. The most common comment about the novel is that it is obscure and difficult to understand.
Lin Weimin has also read a lot of the content of "Work Notes". As a reader, his feelings are similar to everyone else's.
The only difference is that he knows more about Shi Tiesheng's spiritual world, so it may be easier for him to understand the content of the novel.
"Tell me, Weimin, what do you think of this novel?"
"What do you think?" Lin Weimin's face showed a thoughtful look, and he pondered for a moment.
"In my opinion, it is not difficult to understand "Notes on Work Retreat". You just need to regard it as Tiesheng's autobiographical novel."
His first sentence aroused everyone's interest, and everyone looked at him, waiting for his thoughts.
“But we have to make it clear that Notes on Retreat is more about what happened in the mind and soul.
I remember Tiesheng had a description in his novel, which roughly means: I am like an old man on his deathbed, my memory is fading, but it has not disappeared, but has settled in my heart. What has settled in my heart is no less than what has escaped from my brain, because they have already forged a boundless world in my heart, which is the world of my true self. Memories can fade, but the impression in my heart has become a more vivid life.
This passage left a particularly deep impression on me. It is very well written. Of course, the literary talent is not outstanding, but it is simple but powerful, and it clearly and plainly discusses the relationship between spirit and flesh.
As a novel, "Notes on Work Retreat" has many problems. In fact, if someone says that it is not a novel, I will not object..."
When Lin Weimin said this, some people nodded unconsciously, and Shi Tiesheng showed a knowing smile on his face. He was not angry because of his friend's fair evaluation of his work. He was also very clear about the problems in his work.
“But at the same time, we cannot simply attribute the problem of this novel to ‘whether it is like a novel’, because whether it is like a novel is ultimately a question of form.
Obsessing over the form and trying to understand the content of this novel will only be counterproductive.
Just like the characters in the novel, Tie Sheng uses letters such as ABCD to represent them all, which means he breaks away from the imagery given to the characters by the names. For example, if it is written earlier that there is a bad guy named Zhang San, and when this name appears again later, you will immediately think of all the things about this character, and involuntarily have subjective thoughts.
But Tie Sheng's use of letters to name the characters greatly weakens the sense of closeness that the characters bring to readers.
Novels are about telling stories, and to a large extent they pursue a sense of immersion, but his approach is precisely anti-novel and against the rules of novel creation. This is why we as readers find it obscure.
Therefore, if you want to understand the content of his novel, you cannot be obsessed with the external form.
This is in itself a history of thought and a collection of dialogues with the soul of a person who is good at thinking and diligent in thinking. You can read it as a collection of essays or papers. "
Lin Weimin finished speaking about his opinion, and Qu Xiaowei helped him summarize it, "Don't read it as a novel, is that what you mean?"
Everyone couldn't help but laugh, you know how to summarize.
"Almost the same, but don't have the same anticipation as when reading a novel." Lin Weimin said, and then added: "The novel hasn't even been written yet, but you guys are still discussing it. Let's talk about another novel. An Yi's masterpiece will be published soon, and this time she has left all the female writers of her generation behind."
Lin Weimin's high evaluation immediately aroused everyone's interest, "Tell me more in detail!"
A group of people gathered to talk about literature, someone was smoking in the room, the morning sunlight shone through the glass into the room, the air was a bit turbid, that was the product of excessive carbon dioxide, which created a false sense of warmth in the room.
Time passed by minute by minute. When everyone was discussing with great interest, Cheng Hong called out for dinner.
The topic quickly stopped and everyone rushed to the restaurant.
The world is big, but eating is the most important thing.
Yu Hua's three-bedroom apartment has a small living room, but a large kitchen and dining room. The dining room is even a separate room, but it still cannot accommodate nearly twenty people.
Several people were assigned to the living room, sitting around a small coffee table, which became a table.
While eating, Shi Tiesheng suddenly asked Lin Weimin, "Weimin, what are you going to write in your next novel?"
As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes immediately turned to Lin Weimin, full of expectation.
"I haven't decided what to write yet. Don't worry."
Lin Weimin’s “The Thirteenth Son of the South China Sea” was published in March last year and published in May. It has not been a year yet.
For most writers, this should be a time to recuperate and accumulate strength, but Lin Weimin's previous creative efficiency was too high.
"If you do the math, Weimin's efficiency has been declining over the past two years." Qu Xiaowei suddenly sighed.
The more Lin Weimin heard this, the more upset he felt. What do you mean it has become unacceptable in the past two years? Why is it unacceptable?
"That's right. I remember when he was young, he published a novel every six months. That was so fast! Look at him now, wow..."
This meal is inedible!
Teacher Lin really wanted to throw down his chopsticks and walk away!
He ignored the noise around him and concentrated on eating.
After dinner, today's housewarming event was over. Lin Weimin carried Shi Tiesheng downstairs, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
The more you endure, the more you lose; the more you take a step back, the angrier you get.
After putting Shi Tiesheng in the car, Lin Weimin stood at the door, looking down at him.
"Tie Sheng, I've made up my mind!"
"What to decide?" Shi Tiesheng was confused.
“Write a novel.”
"Any inspiration?"
"No."
Shi Tiesheng was speechless, "Then what do you write with?"
"You still don't understand me. I write novels, and it's all made up."
Shi Tiesheng opened his mouth and said, "I have no words to say what you said."
"Then write it and show it to me."
"OK."
Teacher Lin closed the car door with a "bang" and was full of confidence.
But when he got home, he started scratching his head. He had already boasted, and he hadn't figured out what to write yet!
“Dad! Dad!”
Lin Weimin was sitting in his study waiting for inspiration to come, when Xiao Doubao ran in.
"What are you looking for dad?"
"Play with me."
Lin Weimin picked her up and asked, "Why don't you watch cartoons anymore?"
"I've finished reading it."
Lin Weimin glanced at the time and found that it was almost seven o'clock and the cartoon had already ended.
He carried the little bean bun out of the study and said, "Then daddy will play with you for a while."
The father and daughter played for a while, and Tao Huimin took the small bean bun from Lin Weimin and said, "Let Dad have a rest."
"No!" The little bun twisted her body and tried to find Lin Weimin, so Lin Weimin had to pick her up again.
"Then Dad will watch TV for a while. Can you watch it with him for a while?"
"Okay!" the little bean bun answered in a baby voice.
It's past seven o'clock now, and the TV is all about the "News Broadcast".
Lin Weimin was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Xiao Doubao was sitting in his arms, also sitting properly with a serious look on her face, as if she was concerned about national affairs. But if you look closely at her eyes, you will find that this girl is actually looking at the clock above the TV.
Her big eyes followed the ticking second hand, and watching the news, for a little kid, every day felt like a year.
"Dad, I'd better go play with Mom."
Finally, after enduring for almost a minute, little Doubao couldn't bear it anymore and jumped out of Lin Weimin's arms and ran into his old mother's arms.
Lin Weimin was still watching TV. At this time, the person appearing on TV was the great leader K. Linton from the other side of the ocean. In the picture, K. Linton was participating in an international event and looked very high-spirited.
Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of the romantic scandal that was about to happen this year. K Linton became Zipperton, which was welcomed by people all over the world.
Seeing K. Linton, Lin Weimin couldn't help but think of the two talented people in the American political circles in later generations, Trump and Whitehead.
My originally chaotic mind suddenly became clear. Isn't that the inspiration?
You can write a political satire novel using the plot of Trump and Bai Tou Deng. The style can be based on the British TV series "Yes, Prime Minister". It is absurd and funny, but also extremely real.
When he thought of this idea, Lin Weimin couldn't help but applaud himself.
Just based on the various behaviors and remarks of these two weirdos, it would be an excellent political satire novel without even needing Lin Weimin's processing!
Of course, Trump and Bai Toudeng are both real people and cannot be used directly, but a pseudonym can be used.
Lin Weimin felt that he was not as confident as when he copied movies.
In the last years of Obama, the situation changed rapidly and many heroes emerged. Two talented people, Trump and Whitehead, were born in the American political arena at the same time. The competition for the throne of the president was about to break out.
Political farce, election scandals, disregard for human life, racial discrimination, the Black Lives Matter movement...
There is too much material, I can’t write it all, I simply can’t write it all!
The more Teacher Lin thought about it, the more excited he became. He started writing about you two and couldn't wait to walk into the study.
The next morning, Lin Weimin yawned continuously when he went to work.
Last night he was full of inspiration and wrote his novel until late at night. He slept for less than five hours in total. Now he has to go to work and can only rely on strong tea to stay alive.
It’s hard to describe this man once he’s over 35, alas!
"Ding-ling-ling!" The phone on the table suddenly rang.
(End of this chapter)
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