The space and suspense of the novel

The texture of the clothes is better, but the style is more important; the building is only good for building materials, but also has to be reasonable in structure, beautiful in shape, and creative. The language of the novel is of course good, but the idea must be high-quality.

A novelist is often a person who is based on life, but has to make fiction. He should be very diligent and wise. There are many elements in the structure of a novel, but preparing enough art space for the characters for their display and performance is definitely the basic purpose of the structure.

Just say “A Dream of Red Mansions”. To be more narrow, “A Dream of Red Mansions” is the Grand View Garden. Without the Grand View Garden, Bao Daichai and others would not have enough stage, and there would be no place to show human feelings and fate. The Grand View Garden was not created by a builder, but by the author’s ingenuity. Even if the author created a reason for the imperial concubine to save her relatives, it is obviously a castle in the air in the author’s mind, a fiction.

The winding path of the Grand View Garden is quiet, and there are small structures in the large structure, including halls and pavilions. In order to allow all kinds of men and women to have enough time and space for activities, in the 37th episode, the author asked Jia Zhengwai to leave school. There is almost no reason, but in terms of novel technology, it is a clever trick. Only when this brutal man leaves, can Grand View Garden become The stage for the character gogman dance. The death of Qin Keqing gave Sister Feng the opportunity to fully demonstrate her talents in managing the family. In order to make Tanchun, who was “savvy and self-conscious” also show his way, Sister Feng became ill again, so she had to take care of the housekeeping by Tanchun. After “Min Tan Chun”, and at the same time let the “wood man” Li Wan, who had no chance, also showed his face, Baochai’s harmony is even more subtle.

The artistic space of a novel belongs to the character, and even more to the writer, because the talent of a writer also needs space to sway. Whether such a space can be expanded and fabricated is enough to consider the talent of a writer.

All great writers are masters of structure and masters of creating art spaces. Nabokov is especially admirable. Even his “Laughter in the Dark”, which he is not a masterpiece, is sighing.

The novel tells the story of Berlin in the 1930s, a movie theater usher (Margot) with star dreams, seduced a middle-class married man with high taste (Obinas), and then colluded with her old The lover deceives and controls the man step by step. The man later went blind, was fooled and retaliated, but because of his blindness, he eventually died under his own gun.

This is a tacky story, but the master can turn stones into gold. The most amazing thing is that shortly after the start of the novel, Chapter Three, “Uneasy in Peace”, describes Margot’s tryst at Obinas’s house. The greasy boy Obinas sent away his wife and children, and finally welcomed Margot at home. After a series of teasing and teasing, just about to enter the port, Margot turned around and ran out of the bedroom, not knowing which room he went to. What’s terrible is that she also easily locked the bedroom door and Obinas couldn’t get out. At this moment, his brother-in-law returned first, and then his wife and children also returned. Obinas was very worried that Margot hiding in the house would be discovered. He suppressed the panic, the thief became wise, and found a reason to overcome the embarrassment of being locked in the bedroom. At night, he lay in the same bed with different dreams, feeling confused. He excused that there was a contract to deal with, and quietly walked to the study, because he felt that there was Margot’s most likely hiding place. Behind the sofa, he vaguely saw a patch of red, and his heart beat wildly.

Margot came to his house in red. He was frightened, always thinking about letting her out. But under the faint light at the moment, he could see clearly that it was not Margot, not the red dress, but the sofa cushion that fell on the floor. Margot ran away long before the mistress returned.

Why is Margot wearing red? Isn’t black tempting? Isn’t the white tulle more sultry? But the writer ordered her to wear red. This is very important, very critical. This red dress is the author’s power. Nabokov is the director.

Between the red clothes and the sofa cushions, there is an ingenious art space. The length of nearly 10,000 characters is so natural and so rich. This paragraph of pen and ink is thrilling, ups and downs, and Obinas is enough to be itchy and distressed in it, and finally Another relief.

The writer created a horror, and after playing enough, he smiled and pierced it. He used a prop to create a huge art space “made out of nothing”.

Here again involves the use of props. Red clothes and sofa cushions are props. Structure and space are often closely connected with clever props. Short stories may pay more attention to structure, space and props. The skill of the master is amazing, and at the same time it has become the ruler of creators. Even reading, such a ruler is in my heart.

Recently I watched two collections of novels by Czech writer Svilak, “Lost Love” and “Female Audience”. Among them, “Lost Love”, “Spa Sanatorium” and “Shopping” are quite eye-catching. They make me have unspeakable tenderness in reading, which is very rare. My favorite is “Missed Love”. The novel is about Thomas, a young man, a poet and creative engineer. On the way to work, he usually spends his time watching the women on the tram; he will think of seeing the girl next to him texting on his cell phone. This message passed through the car window, jumped into the rain, flew to the nearest signal tower, and then dipped into the computer again, not knowing who would receive it in the end. One day, when he was at the bus stop, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a woman with brown eyes on the opposite bus. The two of them met. He smiled, and she also responded with a sweet smile. The tram started, and she was about to disappear, when she shrugged, as if expressing regret.

This is the beginning of a romance, and love seems to be within reach. The next stop was Minzu Avenue. He got off the car decisively, but did not find the woman. Looking back and forth, I didn’t see it. But this short staggered passing, made him fall in love with her, almost dreaming. After that, he made various deductions, searched on the old road, and consulted the boss who is proficient in probability theory, and even made embarrassment because of misidentifying another woman during the hunt, but he just couldn’t find her. Finally one day, on the same tram, at Lazar Station, he saw her in the opposite car! The brown eyes are her! Thomas immediately drew a pantomime, pointing at her and then at himself. The girl nodded curiously. He continued to draw and signaled with his thumb that he would get off at the next stop. The girl seemed to understand, she shrugged and smiled.

After getting out of the car, Thomas ran all the way, his eyes patrolling. He saw her, graceful, and approached.

Thomas said: I’m so lucky, right?

The girl said: Of course. She looked at him, seeming to contrast with memory.

Thomas invited the girl for a cup of coffee, and the girl hesitated. Thomas said: We must find a place to sit for a while to live up to such a coincidence. You are more beautiful than I thought. What is your name?

He knows, the girl’s name is Aneshka. They met and soon fell in love. Thomas felt that everything was so good, and his love was finally fulfilled.

Because the narrative is light and fun, the novel is good-looking, but at the end of the novel, Svilak jumped over the level of “good-looking”. After the hero and heroine became acquainted, one day, the two of them met with friends, and Thomas in love would inevitably brag about their encounter and a happy ending. The friend was moved to applaud.

Aneshka, who had been silent in the party, spoke at this time. She said: Now you listen to what the other side of the story says: I don’t often take the 9th tram… I was going to see the dentist that day, and suddenly a handsome young man stood in front of me and smirked at me. It seemed that we knew each other, but I can’t remember when I saw him… He praised me for my beauty and invited me to have coffee. You said, he looks so cute, can I refuse? …

There was silence. Thomas freed his wrist from Aneshka’s loving hands and sat there like a fool. She said that they did not cross the scene on the tram. Thomas hoped that what Aneshka said was not true, but the girl said it was true. She also liked him, so she didn’t break it. After they fell in love, she always Did not tell the truth until now.

That is to say, when he came oncoming, they were just first acquaintances. Aneshka was neither the girl in the opposite car he saw at the beginning of the novel nor the person to whom he drew pantomime gestures for the second time, which was disappointing and embarrassing. Although the friend said with empathy and empathy: Your acquaintance is also beautiful. But Thomas, the protagonist in the “legendary” love, must be very lost.

Thomas’ love story is complete before the ending paragraph. It takes a full moon, and lovers eventually get married, but such stories are cheesy and clichéd. We are tired of reading such novels. Aneshka’s story is a bit legendary, but it does not violate common sense and psychological logic. She ran into a handsome guy on the street. He came up to talk to him. All his expressions hinted where they had seen him before, but since she also liked him, why did she pierce his sniper skills? In fact, love has indeed started from then on.

The length of their love is not consistent. The young man is very long, starting from the first two cars staggered, and the girl only started being touched up. A love that seems to be love at first sight, whispered, was finally subverted-this is the love of Aneshka for Thomas, but it is true love at first sight, that is, the subverted love at first sight, in the first woman The number is realized.

This is a superb short story. It explores love-deconstruction, and then resurrects love at first sight.

Thinking deeper, the so-called love at first sight is actually an illusion, the object of which is just a phantom. Is not it?

For true love, you don’t need to write why you love, just write how to love. Investigate too many reasons, that is the marriage market, is blind date; love does not need reason, can not be studied.

Another “Letter from the Court” by Svilak was disappointing. Disappointment is because I only read a thousand words, and I see through the bottom. I am not feeling proud, but I am wondering, why is this?

A man with a family, Pkritsa, is a truck driver. He is very tired, struggling to get around for life and running around. But the exhaustion of life has not suppressed his nature. He is very romantic and merciful-this is a common problem with truck drivers, and it seems the same is true in the Czech Republic. He is also a conscientious person in the family, a good husband and a good father. Even though he is tired, he drives his wife and children out to pick strawberries.

Wife Vera is a fat woman. On the way out, she told her husband that there was a letter from him in the post office. He had to pick it up by himself if he had to give it to the client directly. Vera said it was a letter from the court.

Now Pukrita was in chaos and panic. Along the way, he was suspicious, like sitting on pins and needles. Because he had an affair, a petite woman named Ursula—corresponding to the fatness of his wife. Ursula once told him lightly: I am pregnant. Also said: I can count on you, right?

Pukrica suggested that the hospital now has a way to get an abortion. But Ursula said: My dear, you don’t want to get rid of the relationship, if you don’t marry me, just wait for the court summons!

Eight months later, he avoided her. At this time, the “letter from the court” matches in time. Pukritsa was uneasy, and he concluded that he would bear the support of a baby boy or girl. He thought of Ursula’s cuteness and saw her danger again. He completed the family trip in panic, returned home, and faced the obese wife who was “amorous” and spring-hearted after taking a bath. He finally collapsed and cried bitterly. Wife Vera wailed like a thunderstorm.

The trouble was a time bomb, which was finally detonated.

The letter that has not been accepted and opened is obviously a suspense. It also provides an artistic space similar to the third chapter of “Laughter in the Dark”, depicting the psychology of men’s extramarital affairs. However, compared to “Laughter in the Dark”, “Letter from the Court” is clearly beyond its reach. At the end of the novel, as expected, there was a reversal, and Puklica went to the post office to sign the letter and retrieve the letter. It was not a letter from the court, but from the police station. The letter said: I hereby inform you that the case of finding your stolen tires ended without results.

The case ended without results, and the novel ends here.

Although I didn’t expect it to be a tire, I foresee that this man must be frightened in vain. Even if it is not a tire, many other things-almost anything-can be written at the end, as the thorn that pierces the balloon. .

This is not advanced.

Maybe the title is wrong. The title revealed more than half of the mystery. Obviously, when we are constructing novels, we can’t hang the gun on the wall and give it a close-up. If the gun doesn’t sound, most viewers will laugh at the author’s mystery and ignore the ass. Now, the vast majority of the audience may feel satisfied, but at the same time they will say that they are inferior, but you are not.

A writer should make readers feel tension, but the most sensible thing is to make readers feel tension, but they don’t know where the tension comes from. Can not give the reader a focus. “Laughter in the Dark”, Margot’s red clothes pass by, so you don’t pay attention. The appearance of the red sofa cushion is not a hint of grassy gray lines, but its appearance is not far-fetched. The chapter of “Uneasy in Calm” is full of powerful electric fields. When you are in it, your hair and even your hair will stand up. You have little time to explore the source of this electric field or tension. When the red sofa cushion appears, you breathe a sigh of relief, and then you understand that Margot’s red dress and the red sofa cushion are the positive and negative poles of the electric field. You have to admire Nabokov’s wisdom and self-confidence far beyond everyone.

People who have played in ghost towns wonder if they have thought about it. What is the scariest thing? In the ghostly atmosphere, you walk forward in the dimly lit lights. There is a coffin on the corner with a green light hitting it, and a female ghost groaning faintly inside. What you are most afraid of is the sudden lifting of the coffin lid, and the female ghost with disheveled hair suddenly sits up, her eyes are like lights and green-in fact, with this psychological expectation, it is often not so terrible. Back then, a completely strange woman was in the hallway of the ghost town, suddenly grabbed me, and refused to let it go from beginning to end. She shivered and I dragged her away. After coming out, she thanked me shyly and admitted that she grabbed me and got an arm, even if the coffin lid was opened, she would not be intimidated. I knew in my heart that what was more effective was that when I walked through that corner and thought the danger had disappeared, I suddenly reached out and patted her behind her. Hehe, of course I didn’t shoot, I was afraid of death. After this idea came out, I didn’t even say it. I was not only afraid that it would really scare her, but also that this unimplemented scene would make her fear for a long time and cast a psychological shadow on her.

Having said “Laughter in the Dark” and “Letter from the Court”, we can’t think that Svilak is not good based on this, he is just a master from Nabokov. I always think that a writer can write five excellent short stories, or two excellent novellas, or one excellent novel, that is good enough. Svilak has more than five good short stories. Moreover, to evaluate whether a writer is good or not, the maximum value should be selected, that is, his best work should be selected for competition. “Letter from the Court” is certainly not Svirak’s best short story.

But I still want to tell the truth: “Laughter in the Dark” is obviously not Nabokov’s best work.