Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 513 Is persistence the most important thing?

After Ling's explanation, Avra ​​finally understood what he meant. She immediately blushed, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. "How can you say that? What I wrote is not prose. This is undoubtedly a novel! Didn't you notice my character creation and plot design? In the narrative structure of the whole novel, I referred to the basic principle of "replacing description with narration" proposed by Master Michel in "Literary Criticism". You, you don't understand it at all, so don't talk nonsense!"

She said this angrily, implying that Lingge was not a member of the literary world and did not even understand modern literary theory, so what right did he have to speak ill of my work?

Lingge's reaction to this was very calm.

"I really don't understand the literary theories you mentioned, but as a reader, I think I have the ability to judge whether a work is good or bad. Your article -" he paused, then chose a neutral noun: "is a very good essay, but not a qualified novel."

Avella still looked unconvinced, but it didn’t matter, Lingge would explain the reason to her.

"First of all, your words are indeed gorgeous and your descriptions are indeed beautiful, but they are too empty. You just piled those nouns together stiffly to form the castle you imagined, but you didn't consider that it is very strange to have a castle at the bottom of a lake or on the clouds. Secondly, you said that your plot design referred to the master's theory, but I only saw its loose structure. Novels are a literary genre with very strict narrative logic, and when you were describing the afternoon tea party with your teacher, you suddenly inserted a paragraph of at least 3,000 words describing how you looked for a black and white cat in the palace. Obviously, it violated its logic. At least I don't see any need for this plot to exist in the whole article. Did this memory suddenly emerge in your mind when you wrote here, so you wrote it down? Then this is undoubtedly evidence of its loose structure."

"Finally, it's your characterization - this is the only part of this article that can be connected to the novel. You did a good job of characterizing the protagonist, yourself, his parents, and his teacher. At least people can imagine the corresponding images when reading. Maybe it's because you decided to write this novel for them? But there are still many minor flaws. For example, in terms of personal pronouns, you only used one personal pronoun in a whole paragraph of more than 800 words, which is "she". This often makes readers have to stop reading and think, who is the 'she' here, and who is the 'she' there? It really can't be said to be a good reading experience."

Like a teacher reviewing a student's work, Linger gave his evaluation in a calm tone, ignoring the increasingly ugly expression on the princess's face: "To sum up, if this article was written by a fifth-grade student from St. Lowood National School, I would give it full marks; if it was written by a middle school student from Green George International School, I would only give it a passing grade; and if it was written by a college student in the Department of Literature at Linville University, then I can only suggest that he go back and retake the most basic knowledge of literature and grammar."

Does that mean I'm only at the level of a middle school student at best?
Olvera's face had become even gloomier than the rainy season that had just passed in the Siqiliya Peninsula. She slowly raised her hand and pointed to the door. Lingge had no doubt that her next sentence would be to let him out, and she might even add some modifying adverbs, such as "immediately", "right away", "hurry up", etc. In fact, he was not without expectations for this result, nor was he unable to accept it, but he suddenly felt a little strange.

Lingge was thinking aimlessly while waiting for Aowei to order him to leave. But he waited for a long time but the princess didn't say "get out" from between her teeth. Instead, she slowly put down her hand that was originally pointed at the door, as if she had finally gotten rid of the shame and anger of being harshly criticized and gradually regained her composure.

Perhaps, as Saint Shalia said, I am a person who only makes girls angry?

I seemed to be here to comfort Olvera, right? But now it seemed that her originally good mood had turned into a bad one.

However, even if she wanted to go against her conscience and praise this novel that was not like a novel at all with all kinds of flattering words, or even tout her work as a treasure in the history of literature... it was impossible to do so. Moreover, would such meaningless praise be of any help to Avella's future creative path? On the contrary, it would only lead her astray.

The princess held her stack of manuscripts in both hands, lowered her head, and asked weakly, "Then what do you think we should do?"

So, I am just telling the truth, but unfortunately, if we rank all the things that can make people angry in this world, the first one is undoubtedly "telling the truth". This has nothing to do with social customs, but with the nature of living things.

"kindness?"

"I ask you, what do you think we should do?"

"You mean you want to listen to my advice?" "Yes." Avella raised her head and glared at him fiercely: "Or do you think I'm the kind of little girl who gets angry and upset when criticized, and won't be happy unless others say nice things to coax me?"

"..."

Lingge didn't answer, thinking to himself, I almost thought so. Your humble attitude of seeking advice really surprised me.

However, Princess Berman was born in a noble family and received a strict education from the royal family since she was a child. In addition, she had a pair of good parents and a good teacher who taught her how to be a well-behaved and sensible child, so she was able to distinguish what was good and what was bad from a very young age. Although the guards in the castle said that they were doing it for their own good, their actions were completely the opposite, so they were bad; and the young man in front of her, although he spoke harshly and mercilessly, and did not take care of the girl's self-esteem at all, he did read her work very seriously and gave a sincere evaluation, so he was good.

The princess of Belman knew very well who cared about her.

She muttered quietly, "You said that my writing is not good, and you have a reason and evidence. How can I refute you? However, since you can point out my shortcomings, you can definitely tell me how to make up for it, right? Don't say you don't know, okay? Humph."

Ovella glanced at Lingge with ill intent, as if to say: If you don't know, don't blame me, I haven't figured out what to do to you... uh, I haven't figured out what to do to you, anyway, don't even think about leaving this room!
Ling Ge was somewhat helpless: "I have already said that I know nothing about those profound literary theories. My comments just now were just my own opinions from the perspective of a pure reader. Therefore, I don't have any suggestions for you..."

"Then you can also give me suggestions from the perspective of a pure reader!" Olvera's tone seemed matter-of-fact: "Isn't it all the same? Don't worry, I will definitely accept it with an open mind! Because since I was a child, my father, mother and teacher have told me more than once that I should be good at listening to other people's opinions. I am doing so now. How about it, am I great?"

She held the manuscript, held her head high and chest puffed out, looking proud and complacent, with an attitude that said, "I'm so easy to talk to, you should thank me."

Without even listening to any advice, she started to take credit. The smug expression on the princess's face once made Lingge have hallucinations, as if he saw the figure of a golden-haired maid again. But when he rubbed his eyes, he found that it was just an illusion, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well," he said to Olvera, "since you insist on my advice, I do have a suggestion that is very suitable for beginners like you who are just starting out on the road to writing and dream of becoming a great writer. Moreover, it is very simple, and I believe you can do it."

After hearing this, Avella's eyes suddenly lit up: "What suggestions? Tell me quickly."

"persist in."

"what?"

"It's a simple suggestion, but it's also the most useful one," Linger repeated word for word, "and that's persistence."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)