"The Last Man"...
It turns out that science fiction can still be written like this! ?
Everyone was shocked.
Especially Verne, who began to create in 1862, had tried various ideas, but he had never seen such a delicate and short work.
He couldn't help but lower his voice and murmured to himself: "'The last person on earth was sitting alone in the room, when suddenly there was a knock on the door...', although it was only one sentence, it really made people think a lot. ah."
Roland nodded,
"Indeed."
Verne couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked Lu Shi again: "Professor Lu, you haven't answered the question just now."
Lu Shi couldn't help but be stunned,
Because I went too far, I almost forgot the topic just now.
He chuckled and said: "I just talked about the subject matter of "Around the World in Eighty Days". Of course, it is of course a science fiction work. At least, before this was published, no one should have had similar fantasies, right?"
Poincaré smiled and stroked his beard.
"Well, it seems so."
Lu Shi said: "I heard that inspired by the novel, many travelers tried to break the record of traveling around the world and started competing. It can be said that a film can cause such a big social response, which can be said to be very successful."
Roland added: "Professor Lu didn't know something. During the serialization period, the citizens of Paris paid special attention to Mr. Fogg's next travel destination. Many shipping companies even called Mr. Verne and asked him to let the protagonist group take the company's ships. , and are willing to pay a huge sum of money for it.”
Everyone carries the sedan chair,
The boast made Verne a little embarrassed.
He coughed awkwardly and said, "Let's get back to the topic of science fiction."
As he spoke, he sat upright,
"Professor Lu, I never thought that this subject could have so many subdivisions. In this case, can I..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard an old voice coming from beside him:
"Are you Lu Shi?"
Lu Shi immediately turned his head and looked.
What I saw in front of me was a rather luxuriously dressed old man who looked quite a gentleman.
What’s interesting is that the buttons on his cuffs and collar are all in the shape of small crosses, which are obviously custom-made.
Poincaré frowned,
"Sir, please return to your seat."
The old man glanced at the stage,
It was the intermission, and the audience was all doing whatever they were supposed to do.
He sneered,
"I just wanted to come and see who was planning to mess up the Nobel Prize. I didn't expect..."
This is what the old man said,
But when he looked at Lu, his eyes were very unfriendly.
Lu Shi clicked his tongue and replied: "It seems that he is an academician of the Swedish Academy. I have to correct you on two points. First, I did not want to make anything yellow; second, with my influence, at most Literary prizes involved.”
The old man's face looked uncertain,
Theoretically, Lu Shi, a poet and playwright, can only influence literary awards.
But what happened before was so big that many people believed that the Nobel Prize was not authoritative enough and voluntarily withdrew from the selection.
Just like the Curies,
Previously, Lu Shi had predicted that Madame Curie would win the award.
The couple actually reciprocated the favor and directly stated that they would not accept the Nobel Prize.
This slap was really loud.
Therefore, for the current Swedish Academy, they not only have to withstand doubts from the European literary circles, but also from other award selection units. The pressure is not small.
Lu Shi stretched himself.
"Okay, please go back. Go where you came from."
Seeing his attitude, several French people were shocked.
I couldn't help but murmur in my heart:
I have never seen anyone more arrogant than a Parisian guy. I have learned a lot today.
However, Bernard Shaw was not surprised and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Lu has always been like this."
Lu Shi smiled and said, "Well, I've always been like this."
George Bernard Shaw knowingly joked: "Which one?"
Lu Shi made a gesture of clapping his hands and said, "What else could it be? I don't take revenge overnight, and a slap in the face is always returned on the spot."
The scene was quiet,
"..."
"..."
"..."
Suddenly, Verne laughed and said: "Okay, okay! Professor Lu, you really have the character of our literati!"
The old academician of the Swedish Academy has a face darker than a pickled pork knuckle.
He said angrily: "You...you..."
Lu Shi coughed lightly,
"Old sir, it seems you are still planning to chat with us. In that case, why don't you tell us where you are?"
The old man crossed himself on his chest.
Then he said: "I am Claes Theodor Oudener."
Lu Shi scratched his head,
"who?"
Oudna almost vomited blood,
His face was the color of soy pork knuckle just now, but now it has turned into purple liver.
Roland was really afraid that Lu Shi would make the old man mad, so he quickly introduced in a low voice: "This is the ninth seat of the Swedish Academy. He is responsible for the establishment of most of the archival institutions in Sweden, and the textbooks he wrote are very influential in Sweden. force."
The introduction is over,
Oudna's expression turned even worse.
It looked like he was suffocating himself to death.
Verne coughed slightly,
"The eleventh seat, not the ninth seat."
Roland: "Ah this..."
Just shut up and stop talking.
Odena reprimanded Lu Shi: "Mr. Lu, you are a versatile writer who has written poetry, drama, and even interdisciplinary monographs. How can you encourage others to refuse honors? Such villainous behavior is not what a gentleman should do. for."
I didn’t expect that the old guy was done.
There was no need for Lu Shi to refute. Verne on the side spoke directly and said, "What did Mr. Oudena say?"
Bernard Shaw sneered and echoed: "It sounds weird to me too. It's like those of us who have withdrawn from the selection for the Nobel Prize in Literature have no self-thinking. We just listen to what Lu says?"
The two of them immediately increased their aggressiveness.
Oudna showed no fear at all,
"Two gentlemen, do you really think that the Swedish Academy doesn't know the reason why you withdrew from the selection for the Nobel Prize in Literature?"
Poincaré couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
He looked him up and down,
"Mr. Ordner, what do you want to say?"
Literary men look down upon each other;
At this time, since the two sides have started fighting, Odena can't control that much.
He said seriously: "The reason is very simple, it's nothing more than fame and reputation."
Poincaré narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Famous for fame? I can't say, Mr. Xiao, but Jules is known as the '41st seat' of the French Academy. Do you think that he can fish for fame? Are you out of your mind?" ?”
Lu Shi couldn't help but sigh in his heart,
This Oudena is probably really confused with a fever.
In Paris, if the French are so blatantly provocative, aren't they asking for trouble?
Lu Shi couldn't help but laugh,
"If I remember correctly, the Swedish Academy was founded on March 20, 1786 by King Gustav III of Sweden, imitating the French Academy. From the perspective of lineage and inheritance, should the Swedish Academy be called the French Academy?" dad'?"
Ordner almost lost his breath.
Bernard Shaw winked at Lu Shi,
"Young man, you are too damaged."
Lu Fang didn't notice it and looked away.
After a while, Odena calmed down his breathing, with an embarrassed expression on his face.
He said: "There is a reason why I say you are 'fishing for fame'."
Verne crossed his arms,
"Listen to your advice."
The corner of Odena's mouth curled up,
"The Nobel Prize in Literature is the most high-profile literary award in the world, and all writers are flocking to it. You must know that your works will not win, so you want to withdraw as a gimmick to hype yourself up."
In fact, this is not entirely wrong.
At least, this was the reason why Bernard Shaw withdrew from the selection at that time.
But things are different now...
Bernard Shaw said: "I thought you could say something~ Mr. Oudena, since you hold such a view, then I want to ask you, who do you think can stabilize me and Mr. Verne and win the Nobel Prize?" Literary Award?"
Odner subconsciously wanted to say "Leo Tolstoy",
But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.
He's not that stupid.
He said: "Mr. Theodor Monson, his representative works "History of Rome" and "Roman Chronicles" not only have important historical value, but also have high..."
Before he finished speaking, Bernard Shaw said: "Quited. Mr. Monson quitted."
Odena's head is full of black lines,
￣□￣｜｜
"And...and..."
It seems like they all quit.
Verne on the side said: "I can show you a clear way. How about you nominate Mr. Henrik Ibsen? As a Nordic writer, he should not refute the reputation of your Swedish Academy."
Ibsen wrote a large number of plays, such as "Peer Gynt" and "Public Enemy", which have been continuously performed by theater groups around the world.
What is more amazing is that according to historical development, the Swedish Academy awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1903 to another Norwegian playwright of the same generation——
Bjornsten Bjornsson.
Later literary critics always felt that there was a possibility of bias.
Roland frowned,
"If I remember correctly, Mr. Ibsen didn't nominate him, right?"
Odena's face became even more ugly.
George Bernard Shaw picked up his pipe without lighting it. He took a deep breath and said disdainfully: "You said we are just fishing for fame? Don't you look at what your Nobel Committee has done? Nominate hundreds of candidates! That's it, what else?" Are you embarrassed to tell others?"
Poincaré's last strike,
"I see, there's nothing wrong with being dirty~"
Odena suddenly covered his chest,
"You... you..."
He seemed to understand that he should not be too arrogant on other people's territory, so he used a calm voice and sincerely advised: "Gentlemen, the Nobel Prize for Literature is the most important literary award in the world. If it is really... alas, this It is a loss to the history of world literature.”
The old man also knew that he had relented.
Verne spread his hands,
"Mr. Oldner, the Nobel Prize in Literature has not yet been selected. Why do you say it is the most important literary award in the world? Is it because it has a lot of money?"
From the perspective of the time, the Nobel prize money was indeed ridiculously high.
But Oldner certainly couldn't say that.
He coughed lightly,
"You should all know the influence of Mr. Nobel, right?"
Verne shook his head and replied: "Mr. Nobel's main honor is in the field of chemistry. As for literature... hum... I have nothing to comment on."
Bernard Shaw continued: "Besides, since you said that we are just fishing for fame, it is naturally impossible for us to re-enter the selection. How can there be any reason to withdraw by ourselves and then come back with an old face?"
Oldner looked hopeless.
His eyes moved to Lu Shi,
Lu Shi was embarrassed,
At that time, he withdrew from the Nobel Prize selection purely because he was afraid of trouble, so he used Toon as a shield.
I never expected that things would develop in an inexplicable direction.
It would be interesting if it really messed up the Nobel Prize.
Oldner whispered: "Gentlemen, the Nobel Prize in Literature is really important!"
Verne sighed,
"Oh, why are you still..."
Having said this, he turned to Poincaré beside him, smiled and said: "How about our French Academy also create a literature prize?"
Ordner:? ? ?
The Swedish Academy does so many things just to gain traffic.
Who would have thought that a competitor would come out now?
Moreover, because of Lu Shi's move, writers in the entire European literary world have basically withdrawn from the selection for the first Nobel Prize in Literature. If the French Academy takes advantage of it at this time, the consequences will be disastrous!
Oudena looked nervously at Poincaré.
Unexpectedly, Poincaré actually agreed and said, "A dozen academicians also think so."
Verne nodded,
"That's just right. Let's also save a literary prize."
Both of them had serious expressions.
At the same time, cheerful music sounded in the Paris Opera House, indicating that the next act of the drama was about to begin.
Odena had no intention of watching anymore and left quickly.
He wanted to inform the Swedish Academy of the news as soon as possible.
Seeing his back, Verne and Poincaré couldn't help but smile at each other.
Lu Shi was curious,
"You two, are you really planning to win a literary award?"
Poincaré did not continue;
Verne nodded,
"Mr. Poincaré may just be cooperating with my acting, but my innermost thoughts are that I really want to win a literary prize."
Lu Shi wasn't that surprised.
There is a famous literary award in France——
Goncourt Literary Prize.
It was established in 1903 and is awarded once a year to all French literature published in France that year. It is the most prestigious literary award in the world.
It's 1901, not that far away.
Moreover, because of the intervention during the trip, the first Nobel Prize in Literature was stretched, and the French Academy became ambitious. It is not impossible to upgrade the Goncourt Prize to a global award.
Lu Shi said: "Is it the Goncourt Literature Prize?"
Verne was curious,
"Eh? Does Professor Lu still know about the Goncourt brothers?"
Lu Shi explained with a smile: "We have been friends for a long time. My brother, Mr. Edmond Goncourt, made a will to use the inheritance as a fund to establish the Goncourt Academy, and appointed Mr. Flaubert, Mr. Zola, and Mr. Daudet. Ten friendly writers will serve as the first academicians.”
But because Edmond Goncourt lived a long time, until 1896, the list of academicians had to be revised.
Therefore, the College Goncourt was established in 1902.
Lu Shi sighed secretly,
History is moving forward again.
Unexpectedly, Verne shook his head and said: "No, what I want to do is the Jules Verne Award."
Lu Shi was confused,
"Wha...what?!"
He has never heard of this award.
(End of chapter)
