Chapter Fifty-Eight: Another Pseudonym

After reading the poem, Zola scratched his head in embarrassment.

He felt that the whole poem had become a sharp knife at this moment, slashing open Monsieur Mérimée's heart, and finally tearing the last film of concealment, and then pointing to his empty chest, and proclaiming loudly to the crowd: Look, Monsieur Mérimée's conscience has been eaten by dogs, and it has been gnawed away.

He asked rhetorically, "Hmm...... You have offended Monsieur Sainte-Beuve by writing poetry, and now Monsieur Mérimée, are you ready to offend all the authorities in Paris? ”

"I didn't provoke them."

Garion yawned, stretching and saying, "They insisted on ramming the muzzle of the gun, since Mr. Mérimée insisted on making big news in the Herald and criticizing me." Then I will have to take countermeasures, I don't know what kind of grievance Mr. Mérimey will feel when he scolds people through the air. I won't be able to set foot in Paris for the next month, so I'll take advantage of this time to explore the whole of France. ”

Since Garián is a big troll in the Parisian literary world, he must challenge the reactionary literary authority led by Academician Mérimée before leaving, anyway, Mérimée can't find himself in the future, so let him hold it slowly.

Zola picked up another novel that Garion had written the previous night, and had changed it three or four times at the beginning alone. He flipped through a few pages and asked, "What is this novel about?" I don't understand why. But I think the names Charles de Gaulle and Winston Churchill feel weird. ”

Garion glanced at the manuscript and explained, "This is a topic about a mental hospital. Charles de Gaulle, who had suffered a life of poverty, had a clear understanding of the dark and cruel reality. Once, he was thrilled by the sight of a group of prisoners being escorted by, and it dawned on him that he had been living in a prison in the Second Empire, and that there was no escape. As a result, he could no longer live in peace, and he felt depressed at every moment, so the doctor imprisoned him in the sixth ward for the treatment of the madman on the grounds of paranoia of murder.

The other was Winston Churchill, a doctor who first came to the psychiatric hospital to establish a reasonable and healthy order of life around him, but he found himself weak and powerless in the dark reality. So he simply took the path of escaping life, hiding at home to drink, read books, and formed a self-deceptive philosophy of compromise with reality. However, the cruel reality makes the heart more and more depressed and contradictory. In the argument with Charles de Gaulle, he was involuntarily attracted by the fierce rhetoric and angry protests of the other party, and gradually came to his senses and sobered up. But he was soon imprisoned as a madman, and Dr. Churchill was eventually forced to undergo a prefrontal lobotomy, truly becoming a non-verbal dementia psycho. De Gaulle was also permanently imprisoned in a single cell for bewitching Dr. Churchill, and was eventually persecuted to death. ”

After listening to the plot revealed, Zola put down the manuscript with palpitations, glanced at him, and said slowly, "Why is everything you write so heavy?" ”

"Because I have a reason why I have to write."

Garion took the manuscript from the other party's hand, stared at the dry ink on the manuscript paper, and said, "I originally set the title to 'The Sixth Ward', but I didn't feel good, so I changed the title to 'The Sixth Prison'." This is to honor the brave people I met in the Central Prison. ”

As for the names of the two protagonists, it is a little bad taste of Garion. I don't know what celebrities will look like when they see the name of this novel a century later.

Filled with curiosity about what Galion had learned, Zola asked, "Also, what was the anterior lobotomy you just mentioned?" ”

Garion glanced at Zola and kindly reminded him, "My friend, you wouldn't want to know about this." ”

Zola brought a chair to sit next to him, and he still said unrelentingly, "I'm just curious." ”

"This is a brutal operation in which the doctor inserts a scalpel through the patient's eye socket and cuts and crushes the anterior part of the brain behind the frontal bone called the anterior frontal lobe," Garion said. The anterior frontal lobe is the part used to control human emotions, and the white matter connects this part to the brain, and the removal surgery is to cut off the white matter of the prefrontal lobe, so that the patient will forever lose the ability to produce emotions. ”

"In other words, the person who undergoes this surgery will become an emotionless monster."

Zola shuddered at Garion's description, and felt creepy at the thought of a scalpel inserted into his eye socket. Finally, Zola weakly asked, "Does this type of surgery really exist?" ”

"I also hope that he will never exist, because the government will deal with dissidents and revolutionaries in this way." ”

Zola touched his nose, realizing that his palms were soaked, and finally said cautiously, "It's terrible, I don't want to be sent to the mental hospital you described." ”

Garion turned his head and said solemnly, "Don't you think that for you and me, the Second Empire is like a large mental hospital?" ”

Zola was stunned, and when he looked at the manuscript again, the seemingly eerie plot gradually found a counterpart in reality. Garion hides his dissatisfaction and oppression with the Second Reich government between the lines.

Compared with the blunt "1984", "The Sixth Prison" is much less political, but it hides the repressive horror in literature and evades the censorship of the news censorship team.

Spring and Autumn Penmanship!

Zola slapped his face and suddenly said, "Are you going to write the follow-up to "1984"? ”

Garion shrugged and said, "It's a side story, no one knows when '1984' will be banned, and I don't plan to send 'Prison No. 6' under my name." ”

"Not under your own name?"

Garion thought for a moment and said, "It's better to use another pen name." ”

"Another pseudonym?"

Zola was a little dazed, but he didn't expect that Garion would actually make two preparations, and he was familiar with the French government, not at all like a newcomer who was at a loss, but like those old foxes who had been in the literary world for many years.

"Same as the previous codename G."

Garion smiled mischievously and said slowly with the tip of his pen in his hand, "My new pen name will be Franklin Roosevelt." ”