有人提到刺片和百年孤寂比 , 我心中一时不知如何思考这二种的是如何可以
相提而论
之前马克吐温有评批The Deerslayer
他是这样说的
“A work of art? It has no invention; it has no order, system, sequence, or
result; it has no lifelikeness, no thrill, no stir, no seeming of reality;
its characters are confusedly drawn, and by their acts and words they prove
that they are not the sort of people the author claims that they are; its
humor is pathetic; its pathos is funny; its conversations are—oh!
indescribable; its love-scenes odious; its English a crime against the
language.
Counting these out, what is left is Art. I think we must all
admit that.” —Mark Twain