The heroine is a writer and married, and suddenly one day she felt that the home and life she built by herself was not what she wanted at all, so she filed for divorce and finally left the house. In the midst of the painful struggle, there is a romantic relationship like flint and light, but the short-lived passion will only make the lost self even more unable to find the north. She spent a whole year wandering around alone, from Italy to India to Bali, finding herself and love in food, friendship and scenery.
The most unbearable end is this ending, too fairy tale, too perfect, too unexpected, too contrary to real life, so it exudes a strong kitsch flavor, like the Indian copycat version of Coca-Cola Thumbs Up in the film. The meaning of pursuing oneself is that this "self" can never be pursued, but the process must be more important than the result. Albert Camus has long told us to be a hero like Sisyphus: it is noble human nature to work hard, knowing that the result will always be a failure. So Hemingway wrote the famous old man and the shark story; Jack Kerouac called the book of the spiritual journey "On the Road" instead of "To the End."
Paul Simon has a very nice song called America. In the 1960s, the hippies who arranged flowers at the hairline carried all their belongings and rode a greyhound to stray to find the United States. The America they were looking for, of course, was never to be found like the rainbow. Later, most hippies sat in offices and became yuppies, practicing the middle-class values they rejected and hated in their youth, but a few still In the search, Bei Dao's "Book of Failure" wrote a few, which are very exciting. Reminds me of what someone said: Muse is doomed to wander, only Pharisees have the courage to live and work in peace.
My favorite movie is the hilarious scene where two women go to Naples to eat pizza, what calories, waistline, all hell, and then try on jeans in a clothing store. There are also Italian friends in the barbershop who have extremely sharp comments on Americans: you Americans don't know how to enjoy life, you know entertainment, but you don't know pleasure. Italians enjoy the sweetness of doing nothing the most. Yes, let GDP go to hell, we want GWB
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