Carson McCullerscarson mccullersWhen I was a student, I was in junior high school in a remote village. There was a time when I passed an intersection and a small shop selling groceries and snacks was sandwiched around the corner. A man often hovers in front of the shop, standing on the side of the road, hurriedly gesturing to passers-by, as if to tell everyone that something particularly important is about to happen. People who don't understand will think he's a fool. Those who know it know that he does. A few times I passed by him, staring at him as I walked, holding my breath and not saying a word. In my head it was all the warnings of my family: stay away from the fool, he will hit people. In this way, in the word of mouth of the villagers, the fool has the identity of a madman. As for his name, almost no one knows. I was wary of a fool and wanted to get out of his sight as soon as possible. Something terrible happened, and the fool saw me and gestured frantically at me, and his mouth was whining and whining. I thought that maybe I had violated his territory, or maybe my silence had annoyed him, and anyway, I was afraid of being beaten, so I hastened and fled. 
Later, every time I saw him, he raised his hand and whined at me. I'm a little aggrieved, but who to talk to? You can't compete with fools in a serious way. Until one day, walking that crossroads with two friends, I finally found the answer. At that time, the two friends walked in front, and the fool saw them and gestured, not fiercely to chase, but to greet them in a friendly manner. The fool laughed and rushed at them, and at me. At that moment, I was so happy that I finally got the approval of a fool. From then on, the fool who passed by the intersection and stood there also regarded me as a friend, no longer fist-threatening, and had a smile on his face. He is not afraid of me, and I am not afraid of him. After going to high school, I moved to the county seat, and I rarely saw fools later. One day later, I heard from my family that the fool was hit by a car on the side of the road, and no one cared about him and died. At first, people would feel sorry for the fool, still young, really unfortunate or something, but time passed slowly, and everyone stopped mentioning it, and the fool really disappeared from the world forever. The story of the fool swirls in my memory, and in every moment of pleasure, it always comes out of nowhere and disturbs my happiness. For example, when good friends get together, everyone is immersed in the atmosphere of laughter and laughter, but I suddenly quieted down, slowly retracted my smile, and looked serious and solemn. Only I know why. The image of a fool flashed before my eyes, and I saw him in the distant countryside, alone. There are too many such people in life, they are struggling to survive, there is no hope for the future, and they can't fight back against fate. It's a terrible loneliness, and there's nothing I can do about it. Thankfully, after reading Carson McCullers' The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter, I finally found relief, or rather understanding. 
In this book, McCullers depicts all kinds of "lonely people", who are very ordinary, just like the people around you and me, breathing and walking in obscurity. In the words of Mick, the girl in the book, they all live in the "outhouse" during the day, getting up, washing, eating breakfast, working, complaining, arguing. In the dead of night, they would close the door and hide in their mysterious "inner room", where they would think, dream, fantasize, and be isolated from the world. "Inner room" and "outer room" are beautiful expressions that symbolize the feeling and state of loneliness. When Mick was in the "back room", his favorite thing to do was to listen to ** and write lyrics. When she was playing in the world, she couldn't hear the noise of the "outhouse". Her dream is to become a ** family, or some other great person, and then abbreviate her name MThe K seal is in a conspicuous place to announce to the world. When she thinks about her dreams, her whole body is filled with energy and passion. But soon after, her dream was shattered. The younger brother, Barber, inadvertently shoots a neighbor girl in the eye, and the family is saddled with a huge debt. Even though Mick was only 16 years old, he dropped out of school early to work. She started making money like an adult. Her busy work makes her time to listen to ** less and less, and she tries to write a tune, but always ends up disappointed. Step by step, she walked out of her "inner room" and towards her own loneliness. Mick's loneliness is the loneliness of shattered dreams. The loneliness of Dr. Copeland and Jack is the loneliness of dreams.
Copeland is a doctor, and more importantly: black. He was overwhelmed by this. The profession of a doctor is respected, and Copeland completes the counterattack of his personal role. His ideals did not stop there, and the book repeatedly mentions that he had a "strong and clear purpose" to fight for the position of black people in the white world. He rallied his compatriots and planned to demonstrate in front of the White House. Fight for the rights of blacks. He had seen and hated inequality. His daughter's husband, William, was imprisoned in a small black room by a white man, and his legs were amputated by freezing. Copeland went to the court to ask for help from the judge, but was stopped by a white police officer, who resisted a few words, and was beaten by the white man and put in the police station. Bruised and bruised, Copeland finally agrees to return to the countryside to recuperate, leaving the town away from his "powerful and clear purpose". 
Black Irregular Soldiers" Jean-Leon Jeromejack doesn't care about black issues, he cares about what the United States does. He was not satisfied. People create wealth, but wealth is appropriated by a very small number of people. But most people still don't know all this. Jack wants more people to wake up from their slumber. The world will change because people know the truth. America is a madhouse in his eyes. He saw someone robbing his brother in order to survive. He saw children starving and women working 60 hours a week to make ends meet. He saw an entire army of damn unemployed, billions of dollars squandered, thousands of acres wasted. He saw war coming. He saw how people who were suffering became vile and ugly, and something died in their hearts. But the main thing he sees is that the whole system of this world is built on lies. Although this is as obvious as the glowing sun – people who don't know have lived in lies for too long to turn a blind eye. "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter" does not have an obvious protagonist, and McCullers tries to portray the loneliness of each character. And the characters in ** are all connected through the perspective of the mute Singh. Singer was an engraver in a silversmith's shop, and every day he would go out and home with Anthony Paros, who worked in a fruit shop, and spend long hours together in a rented house. One day, this peaceful bliss is shattered, and Anthony Paros falls ill. The owner of the fruit shop, who was Anthony Parros's cousin, indifferently ignored Anthony Parros's wishes and sent him to a mental hospital. Singh and Anthony Paros were separated, feeling unbearable loneliness. He used to walk to the house he shared with Anthony Parros when he was bored, looking at the window and reminiscing about the past. In a letter to Anthony Parros, he said: I need you so much, this is my unbearable loneliness. Singh visited Anthony Paros twice at the hospital, and each time he dressed up, bringing Anthony Parros's favorite food and elaborate gifts. The last time he went, the hospital told him that Anthony Paros was dead. At a loss, he dropped his luggage at the station on the way back, returned to the rental house, pulled out a pistol and committed suicide. Everyone was shocked by Singh's sudden death, and everyone felt like they had lost an object on their body, at a loss. In **, Singh is undoubtedly the spiritual sustenance of Copeland, Jack, Mick and others, they have told Singh their hearts, although Singh does not fully understand, they are still happy. Mr. Singh listens patiently to everyone, just as God faces a people with original sin, and Singh becomes the embodiment of goodness, and everyone is full of longing for him. The book says that when she thinks of the God she imagined in the past, she could only see Mr. Singh wrapped in a long white sheet. God is the silent ......However, how many people really know Singh, everyone is a lonely existence, unable to perceive the joys and sorrows of others, and just blindly trying to tell their own misfortunes. Everyone is lonely, and this attitude can be seen everywhere in McCullers's **. People live in the world, alone, alone, all the excitement is fleeting, just like the café run by Biff in "The Heart is a Lonely Hunter", there are fewer lively times, and more deserted times, especially at midnight, the prosperity fades, and the bleakness is fully revealed:
There was no noise, no one to talk to, and everyone seemed to be alone. The mutual distrust between those who have just woken up and those who are about to end the long night gives everyone a sense of alienation. It's like the playground where Jack works, and the broken wooden horse spins alone, as if it's a reciprocating life. However, these are only the feelings of loneliness caused by the physical environment, and the most unbearable loneliness is probably the loss of the "self" that is getting farther and farther away from oneself, that is, what Freud called "self". 
Carson McCullersIn McCullers's works, these lonely people are more or less physically alienated. Mr. Singh can't speak, Jack is short, Mick is more of a boy, etc. In addition, in the matter of "love", there will always be a mutilated ending. For example, the same-sex love between Singh and Anthony Paros was not understood by the world, and in the end, Singh also lost the love in his heart. Lucille's marriage was not happy, and she was even violently assaulted by her husband. Love and loneliness are a set of antonyms, and without the nourishment of love, loneliness naturally entrenches in the heart and becomes a lingering haze for a person. In real life, McCullers was tormented by illness, paralyzed in bed at the age of 29, divorced her husband and remarried, and died at the age of 50. From a worldly point of view, it is difficult to say that she is happy. And who isn't lonely in her world?