Chapter 351: Henry Miller

Masayoshi Kishimoto rushed from his home to Tokyo's Haneda International Airport in Ota Ward. He didn't take a taxi alone with a salute, but Rie Sakai drove him in her supercar red Ferrari.

Ota City is located in the southernmost part of Tokyo. It is sandwiched between Minato and Shinagawa Ward. Although it is not one of the six wards in the center of the city, it is one of the four wards in the south of the city.

The economy of Tokyo's four southern wards is quite good, and the most famous is Setagaya Ward. Other than that, it's Shinagawa Ward, Kurome Ward.

Ota Ward has the largest area in the 23 wards of Tokyo. Most of Tokyo's factories are concentrated in this area. Not only is Tokyo's Haneda International Airport famous, but so is the Tamagawa River.

Rie Sakai held the steering wheel with both hands, looked at the road ahead, and said seriously: "I have listened to relevant news reports, and the security in Chinese mainland is not very good. You have to be more careful when you go this time. ”

"Don't listen to irresponsible news. In order to cater to the needs of the people at the bottom of Japan, it deliberately distorts and smears Chinese mainland.

In particular, there are some variety shows and interviews, and they spare no effort to distort and smear Chinese mainland, which is completely like hell on earth.

Moreover, Hangzhou is not considered Chinese mainland, but within the regional scope of China's eastern coastal cities. Masayoshi Kishimoto explained.

"I haven't been, and I don't know if it's true or not. Anyway, don't leave the hotel at night to wander around. Rie Sakai kindly reminded.

"I didn't go to Hangzhou alone, but with many people in the company. Why are you so worried about me?" Kishimoto said as he sat on top of the passenger seat, leaning to her side.

"I don't want to be saddled with the notoriety of Kefu before I get married. Rie Sakai said bluntly.

"Anyway, you're not loving me, you're still loving yourself. It's false that you care about my safety, when in reality, you care most about your good name. Masayoshi Kishimoto couldn't help but laugh, and habitually argued with her.

"Nope. You're always like that, isn't it interesting?" Rie Sakai glanced sideways at him, then looked back at the road ahead.

"It's interesting to be with you, but it's not interesting to be with others. Kishimoto laughed again.

Rie Sakai just shook her head and said nothing, not feeling that he was low-level in her heart. In fact, this time sending someone to Haneda International Airport was not asked by Kishimoto Masayoshi, but she took the initiative to ask for it.

"Since you don't want to pay attention to me, then I'll read alone. "Kishimoto took out Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer to make a sermon.

"How's this book?" Rie Sakai knew he wasn't pretending. I have long known that he not only has good habits, but also loves literary and artistic works.

"It's an autobiographical work written by an old American hooligan while living in France. This is also Henry Miller's famous work.

Before "Tropic of Cancer" was written by him, almost no one knew about the existence of a writer like him. Even if this book was published, it was strictly forbidden in English-speaking countries for a long time, and it was regarded as obscene.

Later, the reason why it was able to regain the light of day was also to follow the new definition of obscene works in the United States in the last century and 60 years.

The main criterion is to see if the author himself is deliberately teasing the reader when he writes about a lot of sex in the book.

If it is, then it is undoubtedly an obscene work. Not the other way around. After all, sometimes there's a fine line between artistic expression and yellow obscenity.

As a result, not only the works of Henry Miller were rediscovered, but also the excellent literary works of Lawrence and others.

When Henry Miller wrote "Tropic of Cancer", he was also very difficult in Paris, France. As he himself wrote in the book, he was afraid that the chair under his ass would be taken away.

Because he needs to sit when he writes, and his chair is still borrowed from someone else. However, there is an advantage to being poor, and that is that it can inspire people to create in art.

Actually, I've seen it a long time ago. At first, I didn't understand it too much. Now, I want to read it again. The book "Tropic of Cancer" is very special, there is no main line, no bridge, no story, it can be described as an essay by the author.

However, it is not written in the form of essays, and the book is full of Henry Miller's inner monologues. This monologue is full of a kind of low-grade obscenity, or a true manifestation of malice in human nature.

There is also a back and forth between reality and fantasy. There is a lot of foul language used in the book. Kishimoto said eloquently.

When he said this, he seemed to remember something again, and then added: "This book makes me feel very strange that it is not banned in the relatively conservative Chinese mainland.

Wei Hui, known as one of China's three pioneering female writers, regarded Henry Miller as her spiritual father. Her "Shanghai Baby" is a parody or tribute to "Tropic of Cancer".

Wei Hui's semi-autobiography "Shanghai Baby", published by Shenyang's Chunfeng Literature and Art Publishing House in September 1999, sold more than 110,000 copies (not counting pirated copies) within six months, detonating a wide controversy in the Chinese literary circle, becoming popular among the younger generation in China, and attracting international media coverage.

China's Jiefang Daily reported that Beijing's news media and cultural authorities banned the sale of "Shanghai Baby" in April after ruling that the book was a model of decadence and depravity and poisoning by Western culture, using "Shanghai Baby" as a depiction of women**, homosexuality and drug abuse. Chinese officials issued a nationwide ban in mid-May. ”

"If you can watch it a second time, it means that you like Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer. Rie Sakai said calmly.

"You know, I believe in the Chinese Xunzi's human nature. My preference for work has always been something that reflects the darkness of human nature.

Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer is to my taste. He took off the person's disguise mask and stripped the person naked, naked.

Of course, in the eyes of Taoists, Henry Miller's work is rubbish. He himself is an out-and-out old rascal, without a doubt.

At the time, Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer was a rebellion, a freedom, a challenge to traditional Western morality.

The content introduction of "Tropic of Cancer" will make vulgar people have the urge to buy a copy and take it back to read, after all, they mistakenly think it is a little yellow book.

In fact, when you take it in your hand and watch it, you will find that ordinary people can't watch it at all, and there is no excitement of watching a certain kind of movie as you imagined. "Kishimoto is not in a hurry or slow.