Under the enlightenment and guidance of his hopeful and authoritarian father, David began to realize his father's unfulfilled dreams about music. Piano talent and Bole's help are indispensable factors in the growth of a genius, and his father is both a great blessing and a misfortune to David. Without his strict discipline and ardent expectations, there would be one less piano prodigy in the world, and it is precisely because he is a Jew The painful shadow and selfish and narrow national sentiment and family concept, there is another lost hero full of nagging mental disorders in the world. After exhausting all his emotions and energy to play the amazing "La San", David fell deeply into the depths of fate, and his reason was far from him. Fortunately, the emotion still resides in the heart, and the crazy appearance has not erased his sensitive hand and heart to music. The final outcome was a happy one. Although he did not achieve the brilliance like Nash, he won a wife who understood him to love and pity him. In the mixture of dullness and excitement, he swayed far away in the lake of life.
After reading two Philip Roth novels in a row, even though there is a lack of theoretical research on Jewish mentality, I have a deeper emotional resonance. What the Jews are praised for is the support of their Jewish cultural background, and what they are criticized for is precisely the confinement of "Jewishness". It seems that the Jewish nation has a kind of self-confidence and a vengeance in its bones, and it clearly divides the world into two categories: "Jews" and "Gentiles" (in Portnoy's Complaint, goy and the plural form frequently appear. The goyim and the adjective goyische, and shikse are several Hebrew words. I looked up the dictionary and found out that they are the derogatory names of Jews for foreigners. The former is interpreted as non-Jews, pagans, and even apostasy who are Jewish but have no Jewish faith. (the latter refers specifically to non-Jewish women; of course, there is also the word kike, which means "Jewish guy"), and almost no other peoples in the world have coined a word for this - this is the original creation of the Jewish spirit. The history of the Jewish nation as a whole is the amplification of Freud's individual psychoanalysis. They are unwilling to be inferior, they forge ahead and stand out from the crowd, they have made great achievements that are proud of the world, and they have exported great people who shake the world for human civilization. David's father is a typical Jewish father. He regards the success of his children and the perfection of his family as the greatest happiness and achievement, so he is eager for quick success and encourages growth. With the majesty of his father, David is locked in a small personal space, and he is withdrawn and sensitive. Wrapped this small and thin body. Almost paranoid education gave birth to almost paranoid genius, but this genius is incomplete after all, manic and restless, like a big wave, burying the hidden beauty of calm. In the film, David has an Oedipus-like dependence on women, accustomed to finding quiet comfort from women's shoulders and arms, and finally to his wife, too. Genius or not, it doesn't really matter. David's calm smile is the perfect resting point for this rugged movement.
Looking at the young David actor, I think of Stephen Hawking, and listening to David's chatter after going mad, I think of Woody Allen.
The second story, the protagonist is an animation genius named Ryan Larkin.
Ryan became famous very early, and his extremely personal expressionist techniques and subject matter are vividly displayed in the few animation works. But after all, the inspiration of art is not a frequent visitor on call. When the inspiration is drifting away, how does he balance his creative passion? Drugs, alcohol, just pull him into the dark center, where there is only despair and helplessness, only loneliness and depression. Hemingway's suicide began with impotence and powerlessness, or the escape of creative inspiration, or the decline of physiological functions. There are different opinions. Ryan wasn't desperate enough to raise his shotgun and aim it at his temple, but the life of art had come to an end. A delirious alcoholic who became a begging old man on the streets of Canada, the Oscar-nominated animator of a generation died of poverty and disease in obscurity on Valentine's Day 2007.
Just like the trajectory of a meteor in the sky, after a moment of brilliance, it falls into deep darkness. His brushes flow like water waves, elusive, bizarre, free-twisting lines, like Van Gogh's "Starry Night" or Munch's "The Scream", swirling the viewer into a variety of complex emotions. Sometimes repression is a good feeling.
The third story does not count as a story, and the protagonist is not a genius.
There should be many people like him, and the story should be more exciting. For example, in Wangjiang, I often see a middle-aged man with sunken eyes (or a young man who is not getting old), talking to himself and looking in a trance along the way. The scary thing is that he was passing by a few meters next to him, and he suddenly said something to me, and he had a tendency to approach me. I said "I don't know", and I stepped up and walked away from this trap. There is also a lunatic from my hometown, a woman in her 50s or 60s, who is often in ragged clothes on the most prosperous main street, holding a loudspeaker and shouting "Long live Chairman Mao" to passers-by! If you don't pay attention, you will be suddenly startled. The adults said that it seemed that she was persecuted during the Cultural Revolution and was driven mad. Pity her unattended fate, and she will eventually die quietly. When I was a child, I had a naive idea, why did the government ignore her? Later, when I grew up and understood a lot of things, I realized that the government is an ordinary person with "limited interests, limited energy, and limited responsibilities", not a hero who sees injustice on the road, and is not worth much expectations.
"Long Live Chairman Mao" may be gone, but he still sticks to the world. At least this winter vacation, I happened to meet him on the street again. He was walking alone, wearing old clothes that didn't look washed in ten years, and he didn't speak. madman. I vaguely feel that his appearance should be ten years older than his actual age, although I do not know his actual age, fifty or sixty years old, there is not much difference. He lived like a corpse, and in my opinion, there is no essential difference between being dead and alive. I kept him as one of the many lunatics who used to hang around the streets until my mother told me one time that he was a "star" known to the whole town. It is said that when he was young, he was at least a talented person with excellent grades. At that time, there were not many people who could be admitted to Tsinghua University. However, he was finally knocked down by mental illness and had no choice but to return to his hometown. That psychosis shouldn't be a severe intermittent episode, because my mother told me that he was a lab manager in the cloud - it should have been before me, in the years I was in the cloud, the lab manager He was a middle-aged man dressed in a way reminiscent of college students in the 1980s. Later, he also broke all the shackles and became an unrestrained body of freedom, haunting the streets and alleys like a shadow, not causing trouble, not swaying, and continuing his morbid madness when he was half-drunk and half-awake. He is still supported by his sister now, maybe this is his whole life. His downfall is similar to Ryan's, although he has never been a genius, and he has never been a master. He is just a simple ordinary person, but he has had brilliance, once supported the glory of the family, and pursued the ideal of life. Finally he came back, mad, and I imagined his father pushing him into the house, sighing, and closing the door, leaving a bunch of chattering neighbors hanging outside the house.
Life is an irony. Maybe the next time I come home, he'll just drift off like Ryan, who knows? Death is the common fate of geniuses and non-geniuses.
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