作者的废话 2012.9.21

作者的废话

Every day, our motherland produces terriblenovels, verbose, vulgar, backward, and yet consider itself lofty and denying itskinship with the proletarian literature. Arguably, the best novels written in Chineseby a living guy aren’t and will not be finished. Why can’t the writers juststick to work on them? Is it that accomplishing 100000 words is technically moredifficult than the first 5000 words or they are too young, too intelligent, tooambitious boys to carry a task as boring, as static, as meaningless as writing?I don’t know. I, myself, struggle to complete one of my drafts. Alas, in theend, why should one struggle. Isn’t better to let the thought go like a lovelypedal, a sweet dream, a glittering dwell? I postponed giving a judge for oneshould bypass his shortcoming. One thing I certain is that if a novel, a goodone has no value, then the world we spend our life in is valueless, a conclusionattended merely by analogue. Another is that if something has a value it is beckoningsacrifice, for value is not price, which doesn’t derive from comparing and ourdaily speculation with opportunity cost is not valid on.

总之就是虽然我很忙（也没什么人看）我会努力写的。