Tangled in the hustle and bustle of Saigon

Dell 2022-03-22 09:02:30

Marguerite Duras, Marguerite Duras



L'Amant, lover





is almost terrible two words



Chinese win weak, French grief



entangled into Duras's "lover"





This is a Chinese man



rich, empty , thirsty for love



was educated in France, had seen the outside world



but was attached to his father's wealth and was unable to resist the matchmaker 's words





that was a french woman



fifteen years old, but not as innocent as a little girl,



had an incompetent mother, a drug addict brother, The weak brother



is considered a disgrace due to the failure of the family investment. He does not associate with all white people . He



studies in Saigon. There are only two white girls in the school.





He loves her



, loves her white identity, loves her youth, and loves her completely different from 15 years old The girl's decadent temperament



, but he knows that a Chinese can never marry a woman who has lost her virginity, even if the person who takes away her loyalty is himself



. Will rely on his wife's money



He knows she will one day go back to France, to the place where he lost his dreams



He knows that he is 32 years old and she is only 15, no matter how hard she tries, she will always leave him and fly away







she loves He



loves his richness, loves his emptiness, loves his delicate emotions,



loves his slightly drunk French smell, loves his weak Chinese feel



but she knows she will never be able to be with this person, she doesn't even think about it Their future



When she gave him her first time, he said, "I can't do it"



She said, "No, just do it like you always do with other women"



She knew he loved her, she accepted his ancestral ring, but tore it off when her brother questioned her.



She knew he loved her. She took him to see her family, but when her mother, brother, and brother devoured it and he was alone , regardless of



her knowing that he loves her, but after falling in love, asking him for money,





two people who are powerless to resist their fate recognize each other at the moment of meeting,



but use the most direct way to start this relationship



again and again, In that shabby, dark room, but located in the hustle and bustle of the bustling city, lingering to the fullest, rubbing



his ears and temples. He is no longer young, but still delicate, sensitive.



She has not grown up, but is extremely mature, unrestrained,



two fragile, entangled people can only enjoy He can only find a moment of peace when the other person is in his body,



as if the world has stopped collapsing,



he doesn't need to marry that rich daughter-in-law,



she doesn't need to face the family that suffers but can't escape,





but they will eventually separate



, he asked her to say, I'm with you Together, it's for your money,



she said to him, the day I want to go back to France, the



day he went to the pier, sitting in the black car, the



day she went to his wedding, and sat far away on the bridge



they Witnessed the death of the other party



's soul and then killed his own soul in front of the other party





A weak and sensitive Chinese man



A decadent French girl who is eager to grow up



in the dim heat of Saigon



has become untouchable in the other party's heart forever pain

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Extended Reading
  • Deja 2022-03-27 09:01:15

    Her love is the most natural physiological response, and even this physiological response far exceeds the speed of the brain's response, so it is not aware of it, and it is not self-pity, and it is not artificial. She threw her body first to feel, and gave her feelings to her intuition, so the purest thing became her most beautiful.

  • Vinnie 2022-03-27 09:01:15

    I wipe! Leung Ka Fai is too beautiful! PS: Feelings are indeed made.

The Lover quotes

  • The Chinaman: My body no longer wants the one who does not love.

  • [first lines]

    Narrator: Very early in my life, it was too late. At eighteen it was already too late. At eighteen I aged. This aging was brutal. This aging, I saw it spread over my features, one by one. Instead of being frightened by it, I saw this aging of my face with the same sort of interest I might have taken for example in the reading of a book. That new face I kept it. It's kept the same contours, but its matter is destroyed. I have a destroyed face. Let me tell you again: I'm fifteen and a half. It's the crossing of a ferry on the Mekong.