"Butterfly Carrot White" Preface: Pseudo-private novel

寫作者找到一個發聲形象或姿態，授權它們活著，並且確保它們在文字展開的領域裡，也就是在虛構的形式下，得以暢所欲言。

Quick● Question● Quick● Answer

Is this novel finished?

not yet. Here are the original settings :

● What is the content topic?

Me told me those memories and stories about "longing" and "guilt". These two lines are:

 (1)渴求愛、寂寞、衝動、討好友誼、格格不入、親情想像→第一、 二章(2)愧疚、沒能力去愛、誤傷、自責、自私、怪罪→第三、 四章

● Isn’t Me just you? So it’s a private novel?

Me is my twin brother who passed away early. I am telling Me the story in my memories. →〈Me〉

 「以現實經驗為基礎的虛構敘事」，凝視「自我的心理狀態」，如果私小說是這樣定義的話，這是一部私小說。

● So this is a novel that talks to oneself?

I agree.

But I mostly listened to Me quietly, and I only occasionally interrupted. The passage I talked to him the most was in "Me". I wanted to remind him not to check his memory, not to worry about the facts, just tell him what he thinks, and not to worry about my eyes (I won't let you know if I roll my eyes at you). you see).

● The title of the book is a bit strange?

Because the article "Butterfly - White Radish" is the origin of the novel, it is about Me's recollection of my father, and what is conveyed through a fictional "white butterfly" carved from white radish is more about my father's thoughts. , the kind that you only understand later. (Which kind? You may wish to read it)

It is a collection of memories taken out of context, a daydream, or a prophetic dictionary like keywords.

● What does the above sentence mean?

曾參加過一個團體的破冰遊戲，其實就是記憶接龍，大家圍成一圈，每個人輪流說出一個詞，沒有限定規則、隨便自由聯想的詞，只是下一個人要把之前所有的人講過的詞全複誦一遍之後，才能說出自己想要說的詞。隨著說過的人愈多，詞就累積得愈長，最後無法完全複誦出來的人就輸了。( 為什麼這樣能破冰，試過就知道，很好笑)

These short stories were written in one breath within one or two months, as if they were one after another, like a blurt-out memory solitaire, so the name of each story is a combination of two words , two words. Words that seem unrelated create connections in the story, moving forward like dominoes. The alternation of virtuality and reality confuses reality and imagination. Sometimes it is like a vision seen during the day, or even conveys to me a message that I have not yet seen through from a distant place.

Life is just a string of memory dominoes. When I thought the dominoes were about to run out, it started running in the opposite direction. Who knew where it would hit?

Different from the previous reminiscences about longing or guilt, which seem to be sentimental life experiences, "The Electric Shock of Post-Youth" is the last one, and it is also a turning point. When talking about people being tired of the world, it can also help themselves, allowing people to The memories that have survived, the memories that have survived actively, this section has the opportunity to open another special topic to develop.