The next day, the time for the symposium was held.
It’s still the same lobby as yesterday, and it’s still the same location as yesterday.
Not long after Jiang Yulou found a seat and sat down, Wang Meng also arrived.
The two chatted for a while, and he checked the time again. It was almost nine o'clock, when the leaders of the Writers' Association came.
The chairman of this Writers Association is Mao Dun, the first vice-chairman is Ba Jin, and the vice-chairmen are Ding Ling, Feng Zhi, Feng Mu, Ai Qing, Liu Baiyu, Sha Ting, Li Ji, Zhang Guangnian, Chen Huangmei, etc.
They are all famous writers, and their qualifications are frighteningly high.
After the leader took the seat, he began to give a speech, which was nothing more than the original intention of holding this symposium, his encouragement to the authors, and finally his outlook for the future, hoping that more capable authors would emerge in the future.
The speech was very brief. Each leader of the Writers Association said two sentences and took less than half an hour.
Since it is a symposium, writers can communicate freely, which is one of the purposes of convening so many writers for a symposium.
Jiang Yulou was overjoyed. The exchange meeting would be great. If a writer wants to make progress, this kind of exchange meeting is indispensable.
Moreover, beside him is Comrade Lao Wang, who is the vice chairman of the Yanjing Writers Association and has great reputation. With him as an introducer, he can get to know more writers.
"It's a pity that there are no melon seeds, peanuts and tea."
Jiang Yulou muttered something.
"We are attending the symposium to exchange and learn. What would we do if we had melon seeds and peanuts?" Wang Meng glanced at Jiang Yulou, feeling helpless.
Today’s young writers are different from their generation.
in those days……
Well, I think they were pretty much the same back then.
However, one generation is not as good as the other.
Looking at Jiang Yulou's increasingly handsome profile, Wang Meng felt sour in his heart.
"Old Wang is right."
Jiang Yulou replied with a smile and did not refute.
At this time, I heard Mr. Ba on the stage say: "Okay, we are all writers. If you communicate more, we old guys will not participate."
After saying a few words, there was no sloppiness at all, and he left the stage after speaking, which shocked the writers in the audience.
Jiang Yulou asked in a low voice: "Has Mr. Ba always been so straightforward?"
Wang Meng nodded: "Yes, just get used to it."
This is much better than his previous life. The time before he traveled through time would not be over unless the leader talked about it for an hour or two.
Since writers are communicating freely, someone has to start the conversation.
At the beginning of the exchange meeting, someone talked about the classic work "How the Steel Was Tempered" by the Soviet writer Ostrovsky. This is a novel. The main achievement of the work is to shape Paul Kocha. Jin is a typical example of art.
The author strictly follows the reality of life when portraying this character. He does not regard Paul's strong will and strong character as innate, but believes that Paul's strong will and character are the result of heroic battles and hard work, as well as hard study. and strict self-discipline.
The writing background of this work was the Soviet period. With the end of the New Economic Policy and the establishment of Stalin's political and economic system, there was also a demand for a highly centralized and unified situation in the literary and art circles.
During the Stalinist period, the state used the idea of "unification" to educate young people, paying special attention to the important role of literature and art in cultivating the moral character of young people. It required literary works to "pursue direct propaganda purposes." The purpose of writing many works was to instill "ideals" in young people. belief".
The most direct way for literature and art to fulfill this educational function is to create heroes who embody spirit and ideals.
During this period, the theme of Soviet literature was to praise and shape the glorious image of the new Soviet people. The task of Soviet literature was to create a character with absolute faith based on ideology and portray him as real and credible.
Ostrovsky responded to the official call and began to write "Steel". Paul's simple class feelings, fanatical dedication, vision of beauty and absolute obedience to the leader were exactly what the Soviet officials needed to implement their line.
After this book was introduced to our country, it has been widely welcomed for many years.
The reason why it is so popular depends on its ideas rather than its literary nature.
Of course, in terms of characterization, there are still merits.
"Comrade Xiao Jiang, would you like to share your opinion on this work?" Someone asked maliciously. He was the old writer who had been criticized by Jiang Yulou before. He thought this was a good opportunity to make him look embarrassed.
Wang Meng glanced at the old writer. He knew very well what this man was thinking.
Just say that this year when he was just elected vice chairman of the Yanjing Writers Association, there were also old writers like this looking for trouble.
However, if you want to stir up trouble, you have to look at the person you are with. Does he think Jiang Yulou is some good man and a woman who can be manipulated by him?
Think too much.
He raised the corner of his mouth, ready to read the old writer's joke.
Jiang Yulou stood up and said humbly and gently: "Hello, comrades, since someone has asked, let me tell you my opinion."
"This young man is quite handsome, okay."
"Oh, he looks handsome among our group of writers."
"Such a young writer will definitely become an excellent writer in the future if he is properly trained."
"I don't know if my little comrade has any works. I will definitely read them later."
It’s not like Jiang Yulou has never seen big scenes before, but he doesn’t have stage fright.
After he stood up, he bowed several times to everyone, and then smiled honestly.
It's a simple and honest smile, which can be regarded as his personality in front of outsiders. Honest people are always liked by people. No one likes a gloomy person, on the contrary, everyone feels at ease with a simple and honest person.
"Tsk, aren't you just handsome when you are young? We were not bad when we were young."
Wang Meng sat in his seat, muttering in his heart again.
"This work still has merit in terms of characterization." Jiang Yulou said simply.
Um? Only characters?
The person realized the flaw in Jiang Yulou's answer, "As for the artistry, the artistry of a classic work must be commendable."
Jiang Yulou responded generously: "A true classic should be a unity of rich artistic aesthetics and rich spiritual connotation, and should not become a microphone for a certain will."
"What! How dare you criticize the literary nature of "How Steel Was Tempered"? Young man, your thinking is very problematic!" He immediately stood up and said loudly, his words were so excited that he seemed to have heard something unforgivable. Same.
"What I said makes sense." Jiang Yulou retorted unceremoniously, "As I said before, a true classic should be a unity of rich artistic aesthetics and rich spiritual connotation. The Soviet Union's classic literary works are exactly such a unity.
In these works, the nostalgia for the vast black land of the Soviet Union, the direct confrontation with suffering, the yearning for ideals, physical desires, spiritual pursuits, the continuous flow of poetry, the flight of anxious souls, etc., have all been seamlessly blended by the masters together.
"Steel" obviously did not reach such a height both ideologically and artistically. "
"You...you...are treasonous, absolutely treasonous!" The old writer pointed at Jiang Yulou and trembled all over.
"What, am I wrong?" Jiang Yulou curled his lips and said disdainfully: "This has all been changed. Vulgar sociology and dogmatism should get out of the literary world. In "Steel", the personality of the protagonist Paul has been distorted. Is it right to lose the sense of individuality and become a screw?"
The old writer was speechless.
Right? Of course it's wrong. Even if he thought it was right, he wouldn't dare to say that in the current environment.
Unless, you still want to experience a movement?
Go crazy!
"Since this is a literary creation exchange symposium, shouldn't we discuss more about the process of conception of works; how writers should cultivate observation, refine materials, and hone language; the necessity of imagination; the function of detailed description; and the logic of character itself. "The origin of inspiration. Aren't these the most important? Shouldn't true classic literary works follow the principles of literary creation?" Jiang Yulou used a series of parallels to question the old writer.
An old writer like this who denounces discussions of self-expression and writing skills as deviant heresy is really not worthy of being called a writer!
Without waiting for the veteran writer to refute, Jiang Yulou continued: "Literary creation is not about writing eight-legged essays. Mr. Kong, you were born in the wrong era."
"Hahaha!" Someone couldn't help laughing, and the venue was filled with laughter. Since ancient times, literati have looked down upon each other. Whenever writers get together, they will inevitably quarrel, but they are the first to have such a wonderful quarrel. See you next time.
Mr. Kong, many of the writers present were quick-thinking people, and they knew that the old writer Jiang Yulou was mocking was Kong Yiji.
Who is Kong Yiji? A victim of the imperial examination system.
What about this old writer?
Aren't they just dogmatists and moral defenders who insist on being XX?
Haha, this kind of person would not be popular in today's literary world.
"I...I! You...you!"
The man who provoked Jiang Yulou suddenly turned red in the face, his chest kept rising and falling. He pointed at Jiang Yulou and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time, which made people worry that his lungs would really explode.
After hemming and hawing for a long time, this person finally couldn't think of any chance to redeem himself, so he could only hide his face with hatred and leave.
For a long time in the future, he would not be embarrassed to appear at similar gatherings. Some good people even called him Mr. Kong Yiji or Mr. Kong in private. Whenever he encountered a similar gathering, everyone would inquire enthusiastically about Kong. Is sir here? I heard that he is an expert in vulgar literature and dogmatic theory? I have some questions about literary theory that I want to ask him about!
With the example of Mr. Kong in front of them, others did not dare to provoke Jiang Yulou, and Jiang Yulou was suddenly less harassed.
"You really scolded people away!" Wang Meng looked at Jiang Yulou and his eyes became more and more exciting.
Jiang Yulou shrugged helplessly, "Oh, others forced me."
