Eres a la vez tu Senor y tu apostol, no te sacrificas por losdemas y no pides que nadie se sacrifique por ti, no puede ser mas justo. Todo el mundo desea la felicidad, por que solo habria de pertenecerte a ti? Dehecho, la felicidad es bastante rara en este mundo? Gao Xingjian. Un hombre recuerda el principio de su vida en China, su familia, su pais, sus aprendizajes y como esa vida placida desaparece de repente con el estallido dela Revolucion Cultural, que va a acabar con el pensamiento y la libertad.
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His name is Liu Xiaobo and it has been 4 years since he has ceased to be a free man, sentenced to an year term because he dared to have an opinion of his own. And while reading this harrowing autobiographical novel, my thoughts were with Liu and the other anonymous activists who are either biding their time as political prisoners or quietly carrying on with their peaceful agitation against the brute force of the state.
But being a French citizen, his Nobel win went virtually unnoticed in China. The Chinese Premier at the time had only casually congratulated not him but the ability of Chinese literature to appeal to the sensibilities of readers of the world only when asked in an interview about it.
The stark horror of your idea of home being replaced by the idea of a prison, a dark and suffocating one limiting your movements and your field of vision, of being deprived of your free will, of being forced to burn the fruits of your hard work to escape persecution, of having to helplessly witness the complete annihilation of your family. The monster of his past. The book chronicles the darkest years of his experiences with the onset of the Cultural Revolution and his eventual flight to France in search of the liberties he was denied at home.
But in addition to being deeply cathartic, this is also a homage to the resilience of the human spirit and its capacity to resist the forces of political oppression. The narrative contains some truly hair-raising descriptions of the reign of terror carried out by the Red Guards the paramilitary youth brigade who were given the right to freely suppress the slightest hint of criticism with ruthless violence.
Some of their forcefully instituted rules were so ridiculous that they would have been almost funny had they not brought such disastrous consequences upon millions of unsuspecting, innocent citizens. For instance:- " Now he no longer plays a slave to his moral righteousness and merely seeks his salvation through art. Quite unconventionally, he uses the second person to refer to himself in the present almost giving the impression that his true self was lost somewhere in this transition from a young Chinese university student harboring literary passions to a disillusioned, faithless citizen of the world only seeking to live out the rest of his days in peace.
At times it seems the terrible memories of his past have caused him to value only personal freedom and become indifferent to everything else - fame, recognition and even a national identity.
Right and left leanings, ideologies have become hollow ideas to him which are eventually used to manipulate society into some form of servitude. Not the China of the formidable military capabilities, an expanding GDP and the significant strides in space science.
The unknown, unheard of China will rise some day and Liu Xiaobo, Ai Weiwei, Chen Guangcheng, Gao Xingjian and the unnamed ones who were brave enough to raise their voice against the very outrageous denial of freedom of thought and expression, will find their rightful immortality.
Something tells me they already have.
El libro de un hombre solo
El Libro de un hombre solo
EL LIBRO DE UN HOMBRE SOLO