Chapter 23 Written after "Independent Investigation Apocalypse"

Book writers in ancient and modern China and abroad have a common wish, which is to preserve their works and pass them on for a long time, so that future generations will also like them.However, to realize this wish, the writer himself cannot make the decision, and has no right to make decisions at all. Who is to decide?It should be said that this power lies in the hands of readers and publishers.The editors of the publishing house have sharp eyes and know the tastes of readers best. When new books in the past become old books, they can still see the need and meaning, which determines the survival of the work.Works with poor fate will be shelved; works with great fate will be relaunched.The writer stared blankly, unable to deal with readers and editors.

Every time an old book is released, the writer is a little panicked and happy. He can't help but thank the editor, and he has also strengthened his belief in writing sincerely for readers.Only when the writer pays sincerity can the reader's sincerity be exchanged. Write for the bubble demand, for the momentary utilitarianism, readers will not buy it.In the vast sea of ​​books, there are so many good books that can't be read, who cares about false articles with false eyebrows? In this sense, the fate of the writer is in the hands of the readers.For merchants, customers are God; for writers, readers are masters.

This time, the sages of Shaanxi People's Publishing House sorted out my past chapters, discarded some, kept some, and compiled it into a six-volume set.I first toasted to Xiang Chen and other editor friends, and then I woke up, my mind cooled down, and I couldn't help but reflect on my 30 years of writing: Which works are worth the trouble of others?Why discard another batch of old works?What's the point?How will I continue writing in the future?Only then did I realize that the township parties on the west bank of the Yellow River had taught me a solid lesson. It's for postscript.