作为一个写作者,这也许是一种先天性的致命缺陷:我并不擅长讲故事;或者说,我从未感觉过摆布笔下人物命运的快感——与此相关的自我辩解也不脱陈旧的窠臼:在我看来,所有的故事都是庸常、单调的,在想象力的传感器上它们的强度别无二致,不过是抵达心灵的昏暗的走廊。当我结结巴巴开始叙述,我知道自己讲得笨,但希望自己讲得 As a writer, this may be a congenital fatal flaw: I am not good at telling a story; or I never feel the pleasure of controlling the fate of my characters - and the self-justification associated therewith is not old-fashioned In my opinion, all the stories are trivial and monotonous. Their intensity on the imagination sensor is the same, but it is the dim corridor that reaches the soul. When I stuttered and began to narrate, I knew I was stupid, but I wanted to speak for myself