Dulas wrote in "Lovers ":
I thought I was writing, but in fact I never wrote it. I thought I was in love, but I never loved it. I did nothing, I just stood in front of the closed door and waited. Such lyricism as
is difficult to understand, and many people will probably not understand it until their old age.
I can never understand the protagonist "I" in "Lovers". "I" has such a melancholy personality and profound thoughts, which is completely not what a 15 or 16-year-old should have. It was not so much that it was Duras' childhood, but rather that it was the "me" she wrote.
That was Duras who was seventy years old.
The nagging and telling the world in his twilight years.
Swedish writer August Strinburg 's "Letter Collection":
"I feel like I'm sleepwalking, and I can't understand what a story is and what life is. After writing so many things, I turned my life into a shadow life: I feel like I'm no longer walking on the ground, but It is floating, without weight, and there is no air around it, but shadows."
Dulas wrote in the novel "Lovers" with an autobiographical nature: "The story of my life does not exist. It does not exist. It has no center, no road, no lines. In large areas, everyone thinks there is someone there, but in fact there is no one."
What do you think love is? Duras said: I have always felt that love is composed of three: desire flows from one side to the other, and at this time, there must be an eye that is watching. She also said: Love will only exist for a moment, and then it will scatter and disappear into the impossible that it is actually impossible to change the course of life.
Dulas said: Someone said to me: Love is the theme that guarantees success. But when I wrote "Lovers", I didn't think of love. I even want to bore the readers and irritate them with these topics I've already dealt with anyway.
In "Lovers", by mentioning the Chinese city, those rivers, those sky, and the misfortune of white people living there, I can tell this story from afar. As for love, I won't say a word.
In "Lovers", there is only sex, or struggle for survival, and there is no love from the heart.
I am afraid the same is true for most lives, for survival, for sex, in the name of love.
"I am old. One day, in the hall of a public place, a man came to me. He took the initiative to introduce himself, and he said to me, "I know you, and I will always remember you." At that time, you were still very young, and everyone said you were beautiful. Now, I am here to tell you that to me, I think you are more beautiful now than when you were young. At that time, you were a young woman. Compared with your appearance at that time, I love your now devastated face more. "I often think of this image. Only I can see it, but I have never mentioned it. It is there, in silence, and always makes people amazed. Among all images, only it makes me feel happy, and only it is there, I know myself and feel fascinated."
This famous opening is just a lyricism.
No more body, what kind of love is there?
