Literary Master 1978

After dinner, the task of washing dishes fell to Tao Yumo, while Lin Chaoyang, Li Tuo and Feng Jicai sat in the living room drinking tea and chatting.

The topic turned to the Xingxing Art Exhibition before dinner. Feng Jicai went to see it yesterday and returned disappointed, so he couldn't help feeling a little angry.

"I don't know what those people are proud of? They always claim to be avant-garde, but they don't even know what the concept of 'avant-garde' is.

Without the test of time, how can there be 'avant-garde'? Without surpassing predecessors and masters, how dare we talk about 'avant-garde'?

So many kind people gave them admiring eyes, and they seemed to think that they deserved it, as if they became the pride of heaven because of this.

Their so-called 'avant-garde' is just taking two and a half steps more than everyone else, being proud of inexplicable things, cheering for inexplicable things, and thinking that they are about to step into something.

Vulgar! Vulgar!"

Feng Jicai is tall and looks gentle and polite.

He was a little cautious about Tao Yumo just now. Now that he had drunk some wine, his face was ruddy, his eyes were blurry, his voice was louder, and he showed his cynical undertones.

Compared with his performance when he was sober, he was like two different people.

Lin Chaoyang cast a questioning look at Li Tuo, and Li Tuo laughed boldly, "Jicai is a true character!"

It would have been better if Li Tuo hadn't praised him. This praise seemed to give Feng Jicai a shot of chicken blood, and he began to speak nonsense again.

"I heard that last year, a group of students from the Central Academy of Fine Arts gave a speech, scolding those famous writers, saying that official painters were completely finished! What kind of art! They only know how to make royalties!

At that time, a group of people applauded and cheered. A group of art students did not think about how to improve their skills and surpass their predecessors. They only shouted slogans such as "thoughts" and "meanings" that seemed profound but were actually superficial and stupid to make an art revolution. How ridiculous is it?

Have they innovated any great techniques? Have they put forward any advanced concepts?

It's just picking up some Western art. If Chinese art is really stirred up by this group of people, it will be a tragedy for the Chinese people!"

At the end of the scolding, Feng Jicai said with resentment: "You should write something to criticize their evil spirits, a group of people who deceive the world and steal the reputation."

Lin Chaoyang felt that his impression of the Stars Art Exhibition was quite bad, but he didn't expect Feng Jicai to hate the Stars Art Exhibition even more than he did.

He curiously put his arm around Li Tuo's shoulder and asked, "Why does he look down on those people?"

"I don't know! The Stars Art Exhibition may be more about form than meaning. Some people regard it as a tool to break through traditions and taboos, and as a way to vent and rebel.

Painting itself has become insignificant. I guess Da Feng likes painting and can't bear to see those people ruining art like this."

Lin Chaoyang nodded. Li Tuo's words made some sense.

The main planners of the Stars Art Exhibition are almost the same as those of Today.

The commonality of this group of people is obvious. They were all born after the founding of the People's Republic of China, all had a city life background, all experienced buzzing, and all went to the mountains and the countryside...

The deformed, twisted, and incomprehensible shapes painted by those self-proclaimed avant-garde young painters mostly reflect the broken hearts of this group of people.

Politically angry, emotionally sad, ideologically suspicious, denying the past, being dissatisfied with the present, and being hesitant about the future, art is nothing more than a tool for this group of people to vent their negative emotions.

From the rise of scar literature, to the popularity of "Today", to the Stars Art Exhibition, they can all be seen as the product of this emotion.

Can they be called art? It seems that they can, but they can only resonate and feel with specific people in a specific period.

Lacking lasting artistic vitality, such art is undoubtedly superficial and destined to be unable to approach the public.

This group of people denied themselves internally, and they did not catch up with others externally. It is a bit sad to think about it.

The most classic example is a teacher who swears. When he was in China, his works were appreciated and affirmed by the industry, won awards, and were also sought after by many art lovers.

But he had to deny himself, be self-righteous, go abroad to study, erase his original characteristics, and did not learn new things. In the end, he was a mess, and his works did not go viral as his speeches.

Feng Jicai cursed for a long time, and finally calmed down, but he still kept talking.

Lin Chaoyang joked: "If Da Feng was put in sixty or seventy years ago, he would also be a seed player to burn down Zhaojialou."

Feng Jicai shook his head, "If I had that kind of action, I would have cursed when I saw the exhibition. Now I am just complaining."

He asked: "Chaoyang, from your tone, you don't think much of the Stars Exhibition?"

"I can't say I don't think much of it. The exhibition is generally a good thing. After all, it can make many ordinary people interested in art.

It's just that I don't agree with the performance and thoughts of some people. Just like what you said just now, it's obviously something that was copied from others, but it seems that they invented something great.

The most important thing is that they only know the basics, so it's easy to lead many ordinary people who don't know this art astray."

Feng Jicai clapped his hands and said: "Yes, this is exactly what I'm worried about."

Lin Chaoyang teased again: "Didn't you say you would write something to criticize them?"

After venting his anger, Feng Jicai sobered up a lot. He said with some embarrassment: "What I just said was wrong. You can't criticize just because you have different opinions."

Lin Chaoyang nodded and said: "This is the behavior of a gentleman, but it is also necessary to clarify one's position and guide public opinion."

Seeing what he said, Feng Jicai asked curiously: "Chaoyang, I heard you say that, do you want to write something?"

Li Tuo also became interested and said: "Chaoyang not only writes good novels, but the article he wrote before, "The Inevitable Rise and Decline of Scar Literature," caused a great response. It can be said that he predicted the development of scar literature in advance. course."

He asked Lin Chaoyang, "What are your thoughts? Tell us about it?"

"I was just talking about the Star Art Exhibition, and suddenly I had some ideas."

Li Tuo and Feng Jicai looked forward to it, "Tell me in detail, tell me in detail."

Lin Chaoyang pondered for a while, sorted out the thoughts in his mind, and then said: "My story is about Van Gogh."

"van gogh?"

Li Tuo and Feng Jicai are one who studies movies and the other loves art. Van Gogh's name is not unfamiliar to them, but they were still a little surprised when they heard the name.

Because Chinese writers write stories about foreigners, which is rare in the Chinese literary world.

"We know that Van Gogh committed suicide, but do you know how Van Gogh died?"

Lin Chaoyang's words attracted the full attention of Li Tuo and Feng Jicai.

The two of them stared at Lin Chaoyang closely, listening to his narration with their ears pricked up, and their minds were also ups and downs in Lin Chaoyang's story.

When Lin Chaoyang reached the climax of the story, the two of them were moved and burst into tears.

"How wonderful would it be if Van Gogh could see the world's admiration for him while he was still alive?"

"The idea of ​​Chaoyang is really wonderful, it's simply a fantastic idea."

Li Tuo asked: "Chaoyang, is the inspiration for your story Huang Liang Yimeng?"

Lin Chaoyang shook his head, "It's a little different from Huang Liang Yimeng. Have you read a novel by Mark Twain?"

"What novel?" Li Tuo asked.

"The Connecticut Yankee in Arthur's Reign."

Li Tuo and Feng Jicai looked confused when they heard the title of the book.

Mark Twain was one of the most important novelists in the 19th century. Both of them have read many of his works, and both of them read a lot, but they have no idea about the title mentioned by Lin Chaoyang. Any impression.

"Which publishing house published this novel?" Feng Jicai asked.

"I don't know. What I read is the original English book in our library."

After hearing Lin Chaoyang's words, Li Tuo and Feng Jicai looked at each other and silently labeled Lin Chaoyang as a "pretentious criminal".

Li Tuo didn't want to give Lin Chaoyang a chance to continue to show off, and asked: "Stop talking about Mark Twain, what's next in the story? What happens next?"

"The next step is the modern part..."

Lin Chaoyang's tone was gentle and eloquent. When he finished telling the whole story, Li Tuo and Feng Jicai felt a sense of loss, and they couldn't help but sigh.

After a while, Feng Jicai came out of the aftertaste of the story, with admiration in his eyes, "Chaoyang, you must write this story! This story is not only creative and novel, but also full of artistic appeal, which makes people moved. ”

Li Tuo nodded and agreed: "Chaoyang's idea is indeed wonderful! It's hard to imagine that such a wonderful story was born around a meal.

After listening to the whole story, I feel that the metaphors about the Star Art Exhibition and the irony of some bad habits in the art world are not so important, because the rising sun has brought Van Gogh, an image that was originally very far away from us, closer.

In his stories, the art of fine art is no longer something lofty, but has a vitality that is close to people. "

The two were deeply moved by the story narrated by Lin Chaoyang and expressed heartfelt praise.

"Chaoyang, let me make a small suggestion." Li Tuo said.

"You said."

“I think that regarding Van Gogh’s perspective, can we add psychological description and psychoanalysis of stream of consciousness?”

Lin Chaoyang nodded, "Of course. Van Gogh's mental state in the story is actually unstable, which coincides with the description technique of stream of consciousness and is consistent with the overall style of the story."

Li Tuo said with a smile: "Another masterpiece of stream-of-consciousness literature is about to be born in China!"

Lin Chaoyang waved his hands and said a few words of modesty.

After chatting for two or three hours, it was getting late, and Li Tuo and Feng Jicai stood up to say goodbye.

Lin Chaoyang sent the two of them out of the community, and Feng Jicai held his hand and said sincerely: "It's really a worthwhile trip to visit Chaoyang today. I not only tasted the exquisite skills of the owner of Xunweizhai, but also heard the unforgettable words about Van Gogh. story, hope to read the novel soon.”

"Brother Jicai, you're welcome. Welcome to come often in the future."

Before Feng Jicai could speak, Li Tuo laughed and said: "I come here often, I must come often. 'Master of Xunweizhai', this is a good name. If you don't entertain people who come here in the future, you won't be able to explain it."

"It's okay to entertain guests, but you don't want to come and eat and drink."

"You are discriminating..."

In the night breeze, the three of them talked and laughed, and finally waved goodbye.