Reminiscences of the Past": The brushstrokes are delicate, like a shower of rain in summer, you can only feel it, but you can't see its shape. Proust's text is as natural as a **. Since this book is a stream of consciousness, and coupled with Proust's sensitivity, even a slightly more impetuous person will not be able to read it. After the manuscript was sent to the publishing house, Proust's editor at the time wrote to someone else complaining about the book. As follows:
The editor said: "My dear friend, I may be too stupid to understand how a man can spend thirty pages describing how he tosses and turns in bed and has trouble sleeping, and I still can't get the ...... of scratching my scalp(sic).
Later, Proust published his own book at his own expense, at first not many people could appreciate the beauty in it, with the change of times, Proust has become a symbol, romantic, light, his words are difficult for others to write, I still remember the dessert in the book: little Madeleine, plump and fat, without a little wrinkle, the smell and fragrance will not fade in memory, coveted. He gave me a unique sweetness, and Proust deserves to be admired by the times.
Ulysses: This is a book that few people can read in its entirety, not only because it is the highest form of the stream of consciousness, but also because words have the greatest charm to bring. This book belongs to the more you read, the better it becomes, but many of you can't even stick to the first 100 pages, and I still remember the onomatopoeia in the book, as if this is not a book, but a sound movie. When Joyce was writing this book, he thought of a sentence and wrote it down on a small piece of paper, and many small notes, linked by Joyce, became bridges, and these bridges made up "Ulysses".
Joyce went to Woolf, who was still working in publishing at the time, hoping that Ulysses could publish it with her, but Woolf rejected Joyce on the grounds that "this man is not well educated in the language system".
One Hundred Years of Solitude": The war in Latin America and the chaos of the world have formed a hundred years of loneliness, and this book has made countless people feel the charm of words, like a hidden labyrinth, like a fable.
At that time, when One Hundred Years of Solitude was published, it was not as obscure as the other two books, like a thunderbolt that exploded around the world, for which Márquez won the Nobel Prize for Literature. The whole world is talking about "One Hundred Years of Solitude". But at that time, piracy was rampant in China, and when Márquez came to China for an assessment, he announced that he would not give China the copyright until 100 years after his death. Fortunately, the person in charge of the copyright came to investigate again and found that the situation had changed greatly, and so far, it has been published in solitude for a hundred years, and many readers can't put it down. Especially the first sentence, the exposition of time, which is the new height of writing, "One Hundred Years of Solitude" exists as the greatest literary book of our time.
I hope you can take a serious look at these, just like Proust's "Little Madeleine", so that these books can become the most vivid and distant yellow rose in the memory building.