前一段时间重读雨果的《悲惨世界》,忽然有一种非常强烈的感受,如骨鲠在喉,不吐不快:面对这些世界级的经典作家,我们当下的文学创作缺乏的究竟是什么?是语言技巧还是谋篇布局?笔者以为都不是。我们的写作缺乏的是这些经典大师那颗澎湃奔涌的灵魂、那种不顾一切的理想主义以及强烈的正义感和道德感。为何这样说?我们来看《悲惨世界》。 Some time ago re-read Hugo’s “Les Miserables”, suddenly there is a very strong feeling, such as bone in the throat, do not spit: In the face of these world-class classics, what we lack of literary writing what is? Language skills or layout? I think that is not. What we lack in writing is the surging surging spirit of those classic masters, the kind of desperate idealism and the strong sense of justice and morality. Why do you say that? Let’s look at the “tragic world.”