Allison recommended me to watch the movie "84 Charing Cross Street". And a long time ago, I had a lot of interest in reading about this book, and now it is even more so. After the movie is downloaded and stored on the hard disk, I have to find the root cause first. One day after get off work, I was wandering around my favorite bookstore and bumped into it. The book has been out for some time, and this is the last one left in the store. The cover on the white ground is a little yellowish, but more in line with its taste, because this is a story about a used bookstore.
The book is very thin, I read it in two days. Then I couldn't wait to watch the movie. The book and the movie add up to complete the story. The film is faithful to the original, without imposing love between the male and female protagonists. There are thousands of emotions in the world, and love mixed with desire is the simplest and most straightforward, so many times when we are unable to analyze, we always blame the encounter between men and women. Twenty years of correspondence did make some feelings surging between them, but I believe it is not love. It is more like gratitude, gratitude for what it needs to be given; perhaps pity, pity derived from mutual sympathy; and expectation, longing to see each other's expectations.
I have always been looking forward to such an encounter. I believe that between people who cannot be touched by distant time and space, because there is no relationship of interest, the feelings are more pure and true. Giving each other what we have, giving each other constantly, and then feeling ashamed and grateful that we all get more than we give. Just like the author, she paid the book money on time and in full, and kept sending gifts to friends on the other side, but she still said at the end that I owed her a lot. This emotion, this life experience, how wonderful and precious.
The bookseller, in the reply letter, answered Miss Hanfu's question modestly and courteously, and said hello in the most gentlemanly manner. But his heart still can't hide his imagination and enthusiasm for such a friend who has never been masked. He was looking forward to meeting her, and he couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice when he learned that Miss Hanff had not been able to set off. When he sees a woman who matches the image of Miss Hanff in his imagination, he will show his eyes that he has never seen before, warm and even burning. Anthony Hopskin became the face of this man, with a ruffled coat, restrained words and deeds, and a humble tone that was what I imagined Frank to be. He also has a certain passion in his heart that he wants to explode, but he always hides it safe and sound behind the comfort of the middle class.
Whether it's a movie or a text, it makes the viewer's impression of Miss Hanff even more profound. She's rambunctious and content with humor. A coat and a hat, walking quickly on the road. Her home is not clean, with manuscripts and books piled up everywhere, she often picks up a book, sits down casually, and recites casually. She is alone, at will and herself. In my heart, I yearn to be such a woman, who is not burdened by the money and status of Chinese clothing, food, and who does not observe her words and feelings, and only has three or five friends and limited space. But I also often find it hard to hide my inner vanity, the desire for beautiful clothes, affirmation of leadership, and material pursuits in life. So contradictory but not disgusting. That's how I am. On the one hand, I want to be a simple and bright girl, and on the other hand, I cannot escape the pursuit of materialistic petty bourgeoisie life. This kind of contradiction, on the one hand, inspired me to work hard in real life and become the most common and popular type of society. But on the other hand, because of these hidden thoughts, the heart is constantly nourished, so that it still has a beautiful and sunny side after accepting the blow of real life.
Writer Helene Hanff said, I used to watch a lot of British films just to see the street scenes in London. Just like me, I have read so many stories about the romantic scene in Shanghai just to get a glimpse of the charm of Shanghai in that era in my imagination. And I am deeply infatuated with European movies, and I blame it in the end, which also comes from my exploration of unknown but favorite culture and life. We watch over and over again, just to peek at the dream before it has come true. It's like having a crush on a certain boy, standing at the station opposite him every day, watching from a distance, then turning around after he stepped on the bus, and leaving with a feeling of contentment and melancholy.
Twenty years later, Miss Hanff finally came to the bookstore, but neither the person nor the book she was looking for was gone. One day, all that I miss will be lost.
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