People familiar with Japanese literature should have heard of Mori Yoshiro. He is as famous as Natsume Sozaki, one of the founders of modern Japanese literature and a senior Japanese military doctor. Junichiro Tanizaki once described him as a Greek with a sword in his military uniform. This overlapping image reflects the contradictions in Mori Yoshiro's life.
When Mori Yoshiro was sent to study in Germany as a teenager, she fell in love with a poor female dancer. Four years later, she broke up sadly, and the woman Wan Li chased her all the way to Japan, but he refused to see her. The woman swallowed her anger and returned home. Literati are used to turning ruthlessness into amorous feelings. Yuan Zhen of China is in front of him, and his sentimental story is written as a sentimental novel The West Chamber, followed by Mori Yoshiro. His famous work Dancing Girl is written according to this passage. He has been married twice, and the second wife is his reader, who turned to admire him because she admired the dancer. Mori Molly is the product of this second marriage, his golden flower, which is obviously open. Mori Yoshiro once said that Molly's growing years were the happiest days of his life.
At that time, he was the medical director of the Japanese army, and his social status was lofty-but he was said to be a quack. At that time, beriberi was prevalent in the Japanese army, and he thought it was caused by germs. Because of his national pride, he insisted on "harmony with food is the sky" and refused to eat rice and wheat together, which made the army almost lose its combat effectiveness because of the proliferation of beriberi. He has a recognized position in the literary world. He talked and laughed with great scholars, but he had no contact with Ding Bai. Living in a small building, he often stands in front of the study window on the second floor with his little daughter, watching the scenery of Tokyo Bay, with white sails coming and going.
Mori Yoshiro has a hard life and a virtuous lifestyle. He must cook the fruit before eating it. His home is decorated like a German castle. Molly is the princess of the castle, but his love for 3,000 people is concentrated on one person. In the morning, the servant brought her water to wash her face, went to school and took the shuttle bus. She couldn't even wash her own hair, so she had to be served by a servant. The servant held her and bathed her. No one can disturb my father when he is writing. Only Molly will knock into her father's study, and his father will hold her in his lap with one hand and continue to write. It was in Tokyo in the early 20th century. Molly is wearing knitted clothes from Europe, and embroidery is as complicated as blue peacock forest and tea time. The servant brought black coffee and imported cake in a silver cup, and her father tasted it and fed it to her. Father's knee is her little universe, another uterus, where Molly is willing to curl up and sleep forever. Decades later, she still describes her childhood in detail. The picture books she has seen, the sweets she has eaten and the colors she has used are all the best, and everything is as luxurious as the scenes in western fairy tales.
This is the beginning of the luxury habit she has maintained all her life. She once recalled: "Since I was born in this world, what was originally wrapped around my neck was a inlaid necklace given to me by my father. This necklace was bought from a shop in Berlin and marked with Moritaro's name. After passing through the wilderness of Siberia, it was sent to the home of Chito Town. There are five mosaics hanging on the golden lock, white, rose, green, red and colorful. I wore this necklace when I was wearing a kimono. ..... However, this is my father's special preference. He chose the color and pattern of kimono in order to have the style of women's suit. "
/kloc-at the age of 0/6, she was betrothed by her father to Takeshu Yamada, the son of an industrialist. My husband is handsome, or "handsome man" in American novel terminology, specializing in French literature. His published works include French Literature and Genre Records-Historical Realism and so on. A year after marriage, Molly gave birth to a son. After another year, she left her son in Japan, gave it to a nanny, and traveled to Paris with her husband for a year.
When the train started, my father came to the station to see me off and silently nodded to her two or three times. Molly burst into tears: "That gentle rose thorn hit my heart, and now I throw it away." This is my terrible love. "Fifty years later, Molly wrote.
This was the last time she saw her father, who died of nephritis a year later. That year, he was ill and weak, but Molly still lived in Paris without an attache. Don't blame her for being unfilial. Filial piety is a requirement for the son of man, not for the lover. The blood flowing from the lover's heart can be an indulgence, but the blood flowing from the lover is a living disease and a physical filth. It's cruel to watch the fate of your lover ebb and flow, and I think Sen Gai knows this. Therefore, in Molly's mind, her father will always be a tall and handsome soldier, a gentle and loving father, a middle-aged man who is not old, and the only lover in her life.
At that time, Molly's marriage was in trouble. "I can't take care of the children, and I can't do housework such as cleaning, laundry and tailoring. At the same time, I also made a luxury problem. This kind of life needs a little magic. " However, what she never forgets and repeatedly mentions is a necklace that her husband once gave her. "With seven or eight shells and silver locks. This kind of shell, with peculiar shape and slightly crimson light, is wrapped around my neck, slippery and cold. These rose-red shells may not want to fall into my hands, but hope to wrap around Venus' neck. After learning French, I threw the name of this goddess, together with the rose-red shell necklace, on the train seat of Zia station. "Don't love him, as long as the necklace looks good; The necklace is lost, as long as Paris is beautiful; Leaving Paris, as long as the memory is good ... At the age of 24, Molly left two young children and divorced. She remarried to a professor at Sendai University. Once, her husband asked her to go to Tokyo to see a play. After the play, she went home. She found her luggage left outside the door, with a divorce certificate attached to it ... how much time can life bear? She finally turned into a poor old lady.
Thirty years later, she returned to the girl's life. Although I can't take care of myself, I have no worries about food and clothing and live a happy life. She was reunited with her eldest son when she was almost 50 years old. She hasn't seen her son since the divorce. At this time, her son is also in his thirties, which is the age of the middle-aged man that Molly is most infatuated with. She seems to be in love. It's hard to say whether the whole thing was a trap from the beginning. Molly and her son live a honeymoon. Persuaded by her son, she took out all her possessions to build a house, dreaming that after the house was built, she, her son and her lover could live a happy and sweet life. When the house was built, three people did move in, namely, son, daughter-in-law and son's stepmother. After bleeding her dry, her son refused to see her again, and overnight, Molly had nothing.
Since then, she has lived alone in a small apartment in Tokyo. The room is only ten square meters, and there is no room for tables and chairs. Eating and writing are all on the bed. A 60-watt lamp is on day and night. Molly is in bed, watching TV for a while, sleeping for a while, waking up to drink a cup of iced tea and eat an English biscuit. She has little left, but she still eats an imported chocolate of 100 yen every day, even though her monthly living expenses are only 1000 yen.
At this time, Molly began to write, and her first collection of essays, Father's Hat, became an instant hit and won the Japanese Prose Club Award. Since then, she has embarked on the literary world. Until her death at the age of eighty-four, in about thirty years, Molly wrote eight novels and essays, among which the most important theme was always her "love" with her father.
As an essayist, she wrote about her childhood memories, her experience in Paris that year and her poor life in her later years. The word "Mei Dan" is not a wave. Her rhetoric is like brocade forging, and she also described the room as simple: "There is a tabletop noodle chopping board on the bed, red carrots are cut three centimeters, one-eighth of watercress, two potatoes, and strawberry butter sandwiches; Under the bed, on the cinnabar flower bed, and in the silver basin, they are almost shiny with salt, such as clams, three-state miso, white miso, Baihe brand sake, soy sauce, and super-grade chai fish. The sauce soup is ready; On the bedside table, there is a row of transparent containers containing butter, prison, sugar, olive oil, bay leaves, tea powder, Sanguan brand white vinegar and so on. , used to make Luo Songtang, German salad and Japanese sweet and sour salad ... "
However, the novelist Molly is another matter. Each of her novels is a cruel and beautiful love between a handsome middle-aged man and a beautiful teenager, including aggression, sadism, detention, blood and death (all the words in this book are American novel terms). At the end of "Bed of Dead Leaves", the hero kills the person he loves most, puts his body on the dead leaves, and lies beside him again, enjoying this happy moment ... Does it look familiar? If you often visit the websites of Tan Mei's novels, this kind of story probably won't feel lonely.
Kaoru Kurimoto is also a writer obsessed with beauty. She analyzes her works like this: In fact, in Jasmine's universe, there are always only two people, she and her father. Although homosexuality is taboo, the love between father and daughter is a bigger taboo, so we should replace the big taboo with a small taboo. An old man and a young man are actually the embodiment of father and daughter. Why teenagers and not girls? Because Molly doesn't allow other women to invade her little world with her father.
In Molly's last work "Sweet Room", she finally faced the only theme that she had been writing all her life, describing the naked strong love between father and daughter, which was dubbed "sexy masterpiece" by Yukio Mishima. She is a writer Lolita.
Morimori's name will be mentioned in the history of modern Japanese women's literature, but generally speaking, her long prose "Luxury and Poverty" and her memoir "Portrait of Memory" can easily be regarded as the children of celebrities who write memoirs for a living. In the Japanese writer's line, there is probably a tradition that women inherit their father's business. For example, Koda Rohan's daughter Yukio Hatoyama; The daughter of Sataro Sakahara, the two daughters of Yu Yuan Ye Osamu Dazai, Duan Liyang and Duan Liyang Ota; Yoshimoto Banana, the daughter of critic Gibbon. Some people call them "fathers' daughters".
However, few people mention Molly's novels about beauty, of course, because her body is unknown. If this is a literary genre, then she is a master, if not, then she is nothing.
Could Tammy be rubbish? Molly lived in a small apartment for ten years and never cleaned it. All the sundries were thrown on the floor. 10 years later, when she was ready to move out, the sundries piled up more than one meter high. The porter uncovered the upper floor or two and found that the lower floor had rotted into mud. Think about the smell, think about cockroaches and mice everywhere, think about her writing, it's almost like a huge metaphor. She can't sew either. She takes off her clothes and never washes them. She just leaves them there. When she found them wearing them, did they either stink or have holes? What shall we do? Dong, she sneaks into the river at night.
However, she doesn't care what the world thinks of her. She lives happily. After seventy, she spent every day in a cafe called "Evil Family Gate". According to the store owner's memory, she often came as soon as she opened the door, just ordered a cup of milk tea, stayed in a window seat on the left all day, wrote novels and columns, wrote letters to friends, and contacted the editor through the phone in the store. If I am allowed to be cold, her writing is obscene. The "love" between her and her father, like Paris, is something she never forgets. She's only been gone for a year. What can she remember? She writes about good food and luxurious life. In her works, her shabby apartment is as luxurious as a palace.
At the age of eighty-four, she completed the journey of her life. After her death, people found from her diary that she went to Evil Sect every day because she secretly loved a middle-aged man next door. The man didn't know that he had become the subject of a virtual love, but he satisfied Molly for the rest of her life. At the age of 84, she once again became the heroine of father-daughter love.
Molly's life is like a poor fable: don't spoil your children, or you will ruin their lives. But, I know, we all know, Molly is not happy. She was once loved by a man, 100%, very thoroughly. And let her exchange her life, she is also willing. Not only does she write legends, but her life is also legends.
She is my father's little daughter.