Chapter 2 Facing Evil Instincts and Impulses

I don't understand science fiction, and I don't usually read science fiction, but I was ordered to write a preface for such a novel, and I can imagine being at a loss.Suspected of using an ax by the class, but also tired of having nothing to say, why did you come here?The reason is quite simple, so I won’t show it here for the time being, and leave it to the final analysis of the preface. Generally speaking, the world of literature is the world we step on, which is very large and vast.However, no matter how vast it is, it is nothing more than a sphere, and the places that can be seen or cannot be seen have gradually become common sense.Naturally, all these have become the common sense of literature and novels.If people settle down in this way, they can live on, and even live well.Helplessly, the most restless person in this world is man, who is driven by desires and thoughts, and this huge ball can't hold him no matter what.He seized science, and fantasy, and with these two good things stuck in his ribs, he was about to flap his wings and fly away.

I wondered, the so-called science fiction novels were born from this place and in this posture, right?Some flew out, some did not fly out; quite a few flew out, but fell back.In short, the beautiful and ugly flying is dazzling, fully demonstrating people's stubbornness, innocence...and unparalleled intelligence and ebb and flow of stupidity.There is no end to this intellectual show, and so is our viewing.Let's be honest, who wouldn't want to fly?Why not take a look at the sky with other people's wings!Many people are obsessed with science fiction, and they probably flew out from this place in this posture, right?The only difference is that they save more worry and effort than the author.

Based on my limited observation and speculation, after flying out, such novels generally have two destinations.One is space, where there are countless planets and countless monsters running around, a ghostly place much larger than the world we are familiar with.The second is the brain. Although it is only the size and weight of a handful of minced meat, it hides countless secrets. Its profundity and weirdness have no boundaries, far exceeding the world we see every day.In short, no matter whether you are flying out of the sky or in your head, you are going from the known to the unknowable.The results of it?Flying around, you will inevitably return to the original point, return to the familiar and seemingly knowable courtyard, face up to and answer various unknowable problems.The biggest problem is that almost all problems are not far away, but around us, even on ourselves.I have proof.The most convenient evidence is Mr. Huang Xu's novel, you might as well open it up and look for the real thing hidden in it.

As far as the way of flying out is concerned, this novel should belong to the second type, and it is an article from the inside of the head.Such as—dream recorder, the theft and transplantation of brain cells, the freezing and resurrection of genes, the visualization of visual memory, the transfer of memory like ghosts, the time that is hidden and manipulated, dismembered, compressed, reversed, and restored His personal history, etc., the means and skills of flying are varied.However, all the narrative light is projected to one place——in the face of human evil, do human beings really have an instinct and impulse to cherish it and continue it?It seems to me that it is this conundrum that this science fiction novel obliquely explores.It is not a fantasy problem, but an eternal problem rooted in reality.This is my evidence, the author also asks you to learn from me.

So, let’s just break it down: fly with wings, sleepwalking, we are destined not to fly out.So why bother flying?Because it's fun.It's really interesting!The first interest of science fiction is unbelievable. If there is fantasy but not unbelievable, it is not called fantasy.The description of genes in Huang Xu's novel is not unbelievable, but it is downright unbelievable that he mixed Hitler's genes with a young Chinese boy.The second fun of science fiction is to justify itself. They went around in the name of science, and they all went to grandma’s house. It seemed that they couldn’t come back, but they actually came back to him, proving that the power of science is indeed true. A mighty force.Fantasy has shown its skills, and science has also shown its skills. What is left for literature?No more, no less, there is only one crux of the novel, and that is whether it is vivid or not.Science and fantasy are bound together, and this difficulty cannot be bypassed.Readers can judge for themselves how good the author is.My compliments and criticisms are just a glimpse, and they can be counted or not counted by the two sides who are about to face each other. Let me just say it casually.

I personally think that Mr. Huang Xu's strength lies in his meticulous thinking.This is undoubtedly due to his identity as a chemist, and perhaps also due to his special experience in running a pharmaceutical company.Some writers have no lack of elegant imagination, but fall into the lack of reason; others have strong reason, but suffer from lack of experience.Mr. Huang Xu has both rationality and experience, which forges the bones and muscles of his novels, which are healthy and full, which is very rare.As for the brevity of the narrative and the clarity of the text, all these subtle advantages are due to genetics, right?The logic of his novels revolves around genes. In this case, I am sorry to say that the source of his writing power comes from both his father who is a children's literature writer and his mother who is a special teacher in a prestigious school.He is paying tribute to his parents with his hard work, right?There seems to be no better gift of filial piety than this, and no more appropriate act of gratitude for blood.

In front of his parents, I intend to gently talk about the child's shortcomings.As the so-called success or failure of Xiao He, this novel is stronger than reason, but it leaves a trace of regret.As the novel is being written, it reveals an attitude of being brave, and it becomes more and more entangled at the end, almost trapped by reason.Just like tidying up a bunch of rotten hemp rope, it is better to untangle it with reason, but it is absolutely difficult to get the fun of untie it if you use reason to tangle it repeatedly like a show of skill.In the end, I had to chop it down one by one, but the knots on the rope were opened, and the fun was broken.Therefore, when the novel takes flight with the help of imagination, the inability of reason to provide impetus must be a kind of resistance, and it should be asked to shrink back.Is it true?Unknown also!That's where my accusations end.Although it is a few words, it is sincere and sincere. If the reader's interest in reading and even studying can be exchanged, it will not only be a big thank you for the author, but I will be frank and happy, and I will be able to explain something.

Mr. Huang Xu's father is Huang Shiheng, who is my colleague and an excellent children's literature writer.He was also my wife's Chinese teacher in middle school, and his reputation for versatility has spread widely.Frankly, this is indeed one of the reasons why I lead the preface, of course not only that.I just want to emphasize one point, Mr. Huang Xu has constructed a novel with a calm heart, which may not be worth mentioning to some people, but it is an extremely glorious and extremely warm thing! In front of his relatives, under the watchful eyes of many potential bosom friends, Mr. Huang Xu's novel is advancing step by step, and it can be regarded as an account of both inside and outside.We and the readers are looking forward to it, and we have every reason to believe that he will have a follow-up work that is following him from afar.He writes leisurely, let's wait and see.