Chapter 2 Preamble:

At first glance at the title, I almost thought it was a hard book.Staring at the big characters of "Post-colonial", standing in front of the bookstore display cabinet, his brows were about to be knotted, and he thought to himself, what is Huang Biyun doing? It turned out to be many, many short stories.Starting from Black Mary's Christmas dinner, talking about the female body, a passage: "If you have never had a female body, you say you understand, but you can't feel it, that kind of hotness. They say you are dirty when you have a period, and you don't have a period. They laugh at your menopause, you're not a woman anymore. You're upset about being a woman, and they say it's because you don't have a penis." And then people, people without power, in the trenches knowing they're going to die, crying and screaming like People who excrete and urinate like pigs and cows: David, a man who collects his body on the border with Communist China; Ali in Hong Kong, who has lived in the UK for more than 30 years;

Ah Zhang who can do; during the war, his mother-in-law was sick and slept with the soldiers to change a cup of milk, and told the crying mother that the Russian army did not rape him. He was just taken to care for the wounded soldiers. The Hungarian psychologist Yalun; the capital of Kosovo performed a small military exercise The British soldiers and the cheering people; the little beggar in Bosnia; Nida, an active anti-war feminist in Bulgrade; people. "Liberated", ○○ will issue them new passports to replace the original ones. ○○ will hold elections for them.Help them recruit the police.Schools will reopen.Clear mines.reconstruction. ○○The army will protect them. ○○You can fill in freely and you are very familiar with this passage, you have seen it in newspapers every day recently, right?

Preamble: The Year of Sensibility (Wong Pik Wan) Nothing happened either.We just don't see each other anymore.I can't remember when we met for the last time, the door of the car was closed, and I looked back, did I think: This is the last time we met.Probably not. From the age of anger.Then we stop being angry for different reasons. Anger is what ism, Marxism, socialism, communism, later, feminism, structuralism, postmodernism, all the same, but for a moment, ism is a way of understanding the world, anger is an attempt to understand the world And the attitude of life is not faith.

Therefore, there is her life, with a beginning and an end. "As a Marxist"... They disappeared one by one.Gone from my life, Gone from their old lives. When Marxism can no longer answer the current question, "as a Marxist", how to redefine yourself. Haven't seen them for a long time.Nothing happened.They just stopped looking for me, and when I saw them, I felt speechless.They can still speak very well, and their words are beautiful and moving.It's fair to say that I disagree with them, but never tried to convince them, and certainly couldn't. I have nothing to say, I no longer believe that what is the revolution, what can be overthrown, even if I am overthrown first, I can't overthrow anything.They don't believe it, they don't believe it, and they don't have better beliefs, so they are stalemate.Everyone is looking for their own path in the secular world, and the farther and farther they go.

I always miss them in my heart, but I can't get close. This is also the case and gradually distanced from C.We used to have so much to talk about, about the battle of positions, the Frankfurt School, socialism, magical realism, what to write, what to do.See you every day, and talk about it, and we can't finish talking.Gradually away, very slowly, for a very long time.It's very rare. Once I went to a colleague's house to play. At three o'clock in the middle of the night, I found that he lived on the corner of the street, so I went to ring his doorbell.He opened the door, saw me, stayed for a while, and said, it's you.Come in.Nothing, talk talk, by 4:00 midnight, I said, I'm leaving.He sent me away.

Now that I have reached the age where I no longer ring someone's doorbell at midnight, I will think more about others.But I still cherish it. Some people can ring his doorbell at three o'clock in the middle of the night, and he is not surprised. He just says, it's you.Come in. It was three midnight again.You Zhan and I were talking on the streets of Wanchai.He looked up and saw him.He said, I was in the car and saw two women on the street. It was so late at night, so I thought it might be you, so I came down to have a look. Of course we are no longer talking about the Frankfurt School.It is not because the left-wing schools are outdated, but life has given us an extremely difficult history, and we seek answers in different ways.

For a moment, feminism can answer.We made clay dolls together on the rooftop, and sold them at a feminist stall. I thought about going there again, and we didn’t contact each other after we immigrated.K and I are so close, I was silent when she was crying, she thought of the title of the first book I published for me, I went to her house to borrow her roommate's dumbbell to lift weights when I was going to Paris, and I had to mention it if I wanted to train. Luggage, we marched together, got drunk together, I know, she wears size 34 shoes.When, we have different understandings of feminism, and her anger, not because of me, hurt me.

Postcolonialism is about transfers of power; colonialism is about events, historical events chosen by the conquered and written from their point of view. "Post" The "post" of the colony is not just the "post" in time, the "post" after the end of colonial rule in 1997, 1960, or 1947, but more importantly, the discussion of space "After", this space empowers the weak and strengthens the bullied. At this moment, imperialist control is not military control, but economic and ideological control. Post-colonial discourse has the meaning of anti-imperial cultural control.

On June 30, 1997, it rained heavily in Hong Kong.At that time, I thought, what is the meaning of this time for the place where I grew up.After this time. So here comes London, the capital of the Empire.I don't know if I can answer the original question. Doctrine is never just ism.She is a kind of life choice. Shuang'er and them are both young, still students, more than a dozen people live in one place, messy, some people come in and some leave while sleeping, they sit down at four o'clock in the middle of the night, open dictionaries and other reference books to work, some people wake up, yes morning.They participated in an environmental movement against the construction of reservoirs.Shuang'er said, this is not right.It's not fair.Or, you old man, you go to bed early.I do go to bed early, two o'clock in the morning.I can't say anything.Like they said to me when I was young: I used to be just like you.I can't say.I can only say that this has not been experienced, the test of life.

The test of life is extremely harsh.Before anything has been defeated, we have already been defeated first.We either stay away from or reinterpret the doctrines we believe in.We will lose our friends and comrades.We will gradually realize that our knowledge and beliefs are only momentary, just like our life has a beginning, an end, and a limit.I speak post-colonialism and recourse, I speak feminine language and afterward is nothing more than a bunch of computer bug crap.Understand, understand, plain and quiet, have choices, have pursuits - so step into the age of reason. (This article is quoted from the preface of this book. Provided by Ota)