The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Ivy opened her manuscript, sat down on the wicker chair in the garden, and began to read in the morning sunlight.

It tells the story of a girl from a middle-class family named Nanni, whose ancestor is the famous tragedy writer Acchius, and then passed down to Nanni's generation, the family has basically been doing business for a living, almost forgotten Literature is a precious genetic wealth.

In this era when women have to be designated by male guardians for what books to read, Nanni likes to hide books secretly under the cushions of chairs since she was a child.

Although after being discovered, everyone laughed at the girl as a ridiculous nerd.

But fortunately, her mother tolerated her hobbies and allowed her to write some outrageous poems, which were published in newspapers under a male pseudonym.

"You see, she's still as efficient and as strong as ever—a hundred years of our enmity.

She steps over the tallest obstacles with ease.

She swooped swiftly and hunted us down.

She is different from other feelings.

Both old and young.

her reason for living

Do not ask outside...

If she fell asleep, she would definitely not be unable to sleep.

Insomnia did not weaken her strength, but increased it.

Let's face her squarely:

She knows how to create beauty.

Flames blazing in the midnight sky.

Spectacular view of bombs detonating at pink dawn.

You can't deny the inspirational pathos of the ruins, and the solid columns that protrude from them

Has a certain raunchy humor.

Hate is a master of contrast:

Between explosions and dead silence, between red blood and white snow.Most of all, she never tires of her leading motive—the invulnerable executioner who towers over her filthy victims. "(1)

Nanni likes to praise women, but no matter how exquisite her writing is, no matter how fantastic her imagination is, she will only be greeted with overwhelming accusations, unanimous condemnation and verbal criticism from critics. unpardonable sinner.

Nanni's father threw all her manuscripts into the fireplace in a fit of anger, and asked her to marry a pockmarked gentleman who had already entered into a marriage contract with her family. Staring at the painstaking efforts that turned into ashes in the flames, Nanni was very calm, but That night, he quietly packed his luggage and left the manor where he had lived for 18 years.

She disguised herself as a man, put an exaggerated mustache on herself, and wore a suit that was wide enough to reach her ankles, just like a child stealing an adult's clothes, carrying luggage and living in an old dilapidated apartment where workers live together.

Downstairs is the market, which often makes people's heads ache.But this is already the cheapest and most economical house for her.

So she could only hide in the attic on the top floor, reluctant to buy candles, so she squinted her eyes to borrow moonlight to write. On cloudy and rainy days, she lit a match and wrote one poem after another with a quill pen in the smell of burning charcoal.

Forced by life, she wrote some scripts in the eyes of her neighbors who looked like a mental patient, and spent a full ten years living without enough bread, firewood, and sleep.

The poem manuscript was rejected by the newspaper as usual, but the script was a huge success because of its magnificent and ingenious plot and gorgeous writing.

Newspapers and publishers began to re-examine her poetry because of the sensation of her script.

She even praised her as "a new generation of Shakespeare" and "the rising sun of European literature" in the introduction. She finally fulfilled her wish and shined in the literary world.

Nanni was unmarried all her life, only lived to be 40 years old, and suffered from high myopia and pneumonia caused by hunger and poverty in the latter half of her life, but she created many masterpieces for the history of literature. The inscription "Here lies our great and immortal heroine, and we mourn her untimely death."

In her acknowledgments for her last book, she wrote: "It is true that life has given me countless sufferings. Therefore, in my writing, it should bring laughter to all people."

……

"It's a masterpiece no less than Nanni's."

Ivy stood up from her seat and solemnly closed the manuscript, "You are an excellent writer."

"Thank you for your patience to read this story." Miss March looked at her gratefully. "You are the first person who will read it."

"I will let everyone see it right away. Nanni's story should be shown to the public. There is no need to modify the ending. Even if life is short, it will always be better than marrying a man who is not worthy of her.

In fact, I still have a little humble opinion. If Nanni agreed to the marriage proposal of one of the suitors, she would live in the confinement of her family, and perhaps she would never have the achievement she wanted.

Her happiness comes from herself, as an independent and intelligent woman, not from the roles and responsibilities entrusted to her by society. I completely understand your feelings. "

Miss March's pearl-gray pupils kept staring at her, with tears almost pooling in her eyes, and her expression was mixed with excitement: "I think... I'm no longer alone, thank you so much, my family members can't know what I'm thinking... …But I want to prove to them that I can achieve a different way of living through myself. I don’t want to stay in a dull living room or in a kitchen full of oily smoke. I want to go to the vast world, through With my head and my hands, the world remembers Joe March."

"I understand your ambitions, and I also know how painful you have been in the past. No one understands you. I can't be more clear... In the eyes of everyone around me, I probably have become an unreasonable lunatic long ago."

At this time, Ivy showed a bright smile, "Although ignorance is always long, this is not a moth to the flame. You use words to ignite the night. And I will use my power to provide a shelter for this light to thrive .”

Only two days later, Miss March's work was delivered for printing.

"Looking at her poems, they are not inferior to yours. These metaphors...how gorgeous, but you have to admit that they are so appropriate."

Ivy repeatedly commented on the samples, stroked the thick paper in her hand, and commented on Mr. Byron beside her.

The latter has always been proud of his talent, and the two things he can't tolerate criticism in his life are his poems and appearance, and being belittled as inferior to a fledgling girl, which makes him even more displeased.

"You are looking at people through colored glasses..." He opened his brown eyes and expressed accusation, "Literary criticism should not be substituted for the author himself, although I admit that I am not as good as a girl to please you, but you should not be so narrow-minded .”

"But you have to admit that if she had received the same education as you, she could study for a BA degree at Cambridge University, and her grades would not be inferior to yours."

"That's certainly possible," Byron admitted. "I find that women writers tend to have a more delicate touch. When I read their works, I often have to marvel at their minds."

"I think it's your narrowness. No one thinks that Miss Austen's novels are distinguished only by her feminine delicacy. Her descriptions of the English countryside can be described as extremely old-fashioned. I would call it a social microscope. I believe you men You can’t reach that height.”

"But there is only one Jane Austen."

"So we need more Jane Austen." Ivy continued to think about her, "Or, women who are equally talented and knowledgeable."

Cerilla had been listening to their conversation outside the door since Byron had been called.

As the most loyal lover of the poet, his every move, every word and deed is tied to her heart.Even an unintentional smile at her was enough to get her excited for the whole day.

Therefore, she couldn't help but neglect her duty for a long time, and stood at the door to capture the information in their conversation in the name of guarding the gate.

She is always worried about whether her idol will have a new lover or find a new love affair, which will always give her a heavy blow to her young heart.

He would always mention these things to Ivy, and then he would be scolded as expected, and he would laugh out loud without thinking of disobedience, and even write them into poems on a whim.

"Those who love me, I sigh in return. Those who hate me, I smile. I am ready to let whatever luck the heavens throw me down."

He seems to have a masochistic streak, taking pleasure in being scolded, even if the words in response inevitably tinge with exasperation.But that smiling face made it hard to think he was angry.

However, whether he frowns or smiles, it fascinates Cerilla so much.She was always biting her hands and watching him and his lover, her nails had been bitten into strange and irregular shapes.

Then she admired his newly released poetry collection over and over again, chewing it in her mouth, lamenting that the taste of secret love is too bitter.

It was as if she had pricked up her ears again at this moment, listening quietly to his conversation with the Duchess, whose voice was still sharp and could always overwhelm anyone.But it was clear that the tone this time was quite pleasant, and she sounded in a good mood.

"I'm going to let the whole country know about this decision and it should blow through the island like a tornado."

Oh, my God, Cerilla couldn't help exclaiming in her heart, maybe the duchess is getting married.

Although this decision was a bit sudden, she had already anticipated it, so she wouldn't be so shocked when she heard it at first.

She thought wisely that this incident was the reason why His Excellency the Duke left angrily a few days ago.

Although we don't know who the groom is, it will definitely cause a strong sensation. At that time, the whole castle will be decorated with lights and festoons, and the whole country will celebrate.

"You're right." She heard Byron's deep response.

"I don't seek fame, I just hope that this decision can really benefit people. It would be too unfair to imagine me as a simple villain or a thief of power."

"You're right."

"Money needs to be spent wisely, and we want it to have the greatest impact."

we?

Cirella's heart tightened.

In just two seconds, countless scenes had fermented in her mind.

Giving up her idol to another idol is the only option she can accept.Although it means that she will lose her secret love from now on, but she said in her heart that she will only bless her from now on.

So she continued to listen with strong pain and complicated emotions——

"You're right."

"If it can be successfully carried out, it will be a national sensation. I will see who dares to criticize me and give them a stern warning in advance. It is best not to annoy me."

"You're right."

"I really want to snuff out your cigarette. If you dare to smoke indoors, I will send you to jail."

Cerilla heard the duchess speak viciously, which caused her to be terrified.

"I don't seem to be able to do anything except smoke." The male voice was quite lazy, as usual, in a nonchalant tone.

"I didn't ask you here to smell your second-hand smoke." Ivy said sullenly, "There will be many girls who are unwilling to go to school. I order you to use your face to attract them."

The author has something to say:

I kind of want to write this article in Chinese as a new story of a female writer

Note: The poem comes from Szymborska's "Hate", the female poet who wrote "I apologize to time for my omission of everything in every second, and I apologize to old love for treating new love as first love".