The woman became shriveled from being overly stimulated by alcohol.
But her eyes were clear and clear. like every young woman. Fascinating.
Her writing is like her beautiful eyes that do not fade with time.
but became eternity.
...
Duras's work could be said to be an anomaly half a century ago.
She just wants to narrate the complicated world in her heart. Complete, not explained with superfluous words.
reason. lust. despair.
Maybe her world is beyond the reach of others. But she doesn't need too much understanding and exploration from others.
She has always been free.
Her words are a lonely flower blooming quietly and eerily.
Such as "Hiroshima Love".
Summer 1957, August, Hiroshima.
A French woman. Came here for a film about peace.
Here, Hiroshima. A passing love in her life.
He is a Japanese man. No name like her.
They met for no reason. just met.
in the hotel. They need each other like crazy.
They also talk about Hiroshima. war. disaster.
You never saw anything in Hiroshima, he said. Nothing was seen.
She said, I saw it all. No omissions.
Sexuality, love, misfortune, it all happens in Hiroshima. cannot be erased.
They are still talking about themselves, about Hiroshima, history and reality are wrong.
in Nevers. her hometown. She told him that she had gone mad one day.
But she didn't say why...
and she went. Decided not to see this Japanese man again.
But fate doesn't end there.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, under a cloudy sky, they met again.
I think I am in love with you. He said.
Then take her home.
They began to need each other intensely again.
After that, she left. She must leave.
I plan to take a flight to leave Hiroshima the next morning.
But he kept following her. His love for her was unstoppable.
So does she.
They went to a cafe by the water to spend their last time.
She told him why she had gone mad in Nevers.
In 1944, she was twenty years old. In Nevers, she was shaved.
Her first love was German. Killed when France was about to be liberated.
She was so insulted just because she fell in love with a country's legal enemy.
Such a deep love, the result is just powerless to save.
She didn't kill herself. But she is crazy.
A sad thing.
...
She left the cafe again and wanted to go back to the hotel to calm down.
But she couldn't do it.
Back in front of the Japanese man again.
She kept recalling. love. Nevers. Hiroshima. The man in front of him.
They exchanged desperate glances of love with each other.
But the heart is very clear.
This short-lived love, like Nevel's love, dies.
Die painfully.
...
forgotten.
Only oblivion can save them.
But forgetting is also pain.
He wants her to stay in Hiroshima.
But the fate of the big picture has been decided.
They are silent. long silence. No more action.
She finally told him, Hiroshima. This is your name.
He said, this is my name. Yes. Your name is Nevel. Nevers in France.
...the
story ends there.
Maybe it's not over.
But whether the French woman would change her mind and stay for his sake—it didn't matter.
What Duras wanted to express was the change in the inner world of this French woman.
After her first love is mercilessly killed, she is no longer her.
It didn't make her sympathize with Nevel.
But it all completely changed her personality. She is crazy. Begin to transcend yourself.
Only the idea of devotion to people remains.
So I met this Japanese man I just met in Hiroshima.
But, Duras said, the French woman gave him the most precious thing she had left, the love that survived the death of Neville's love in the expression of passion.
...The
first time I watched "Hiroshima Love", I couldn't understand what was going on.
After many years, I understand. But I don't want to say too much.
love, or lose. and all human emotions. will appear in appropriate occasions.
The pain, silence, indulgence, loneliness, division, and deep despair that we carry inside us wake us up.
Duras wrote the essence of love.
We are not used to love, and that alone is sad.
That's all I want to say.
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