Peak experience

Author: Wang Ruo
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Publish Date: 2004-09-01
Features: Wang Ruo is a person who relieves stress and anxiety by writing and taking photos, much like many who play Mahjong to achieve the same effect. Because of its amateur and "private" nature, the images and texts left behind are somewhat disordered, dreamlike, and not brightly vibrant, capturing moments with a certain intensity. The entire reading experience is like looking into the eyes of a cat. Lin Shaohua said, "The 'Kafka-esque' flavor in her words has a certain resonance with Kafka from her homeland. This is not, but rather the result of her natural talent, intellect, feelings, and thoughts bubbling up." — If Kafka were a cat, then this world would naturally have other cats too. In terms of language and style, some of her expressions may not be fully polished and require further refinement, but they are quite concise, restrained, and introspective, as well as elegant and witty. She rarely displays the unrestrained, awkward, and pretentious tendencies often seen in some "new new writers" of her age. As for the content, she seems less concerned with a seamless narrative flow and more focused on portraying the emotional sensibilities, moods, and subtle psychological nuances of her characters. Yes, the characters in her stories are all fashionable, living in the urban fashion world, but fashion often brings them not enjoyment and happiness, but rather embarrassment and struggle. Clearly, the author herself is a part of the city, and so are her protagonists, the lonely masses in the urban landscape. Regarding the identities and circumstances of these people, who are isolated yet seemingly happy in the glittering city, the author expresses both hope, affirmation, and sympathy, while continuously uncovering their underlying fragility, desolation, and sorrow. They constantly pursue "peak experiences," yet they don't even know what a "peak experience" truly is. In the pursuit itself, they lose their memory, their voice, and even forget what they have lost, questioning themselves, "What can I rely on to mark my existence?"（《》）This absurdity creates immense anxiety, loneliness, and a sense of loss. "Many things in my mind come rushing in like over a hundred Indian elephants, yet they seem utterly empty"（《The Moon Like an Economic Observer》）。Comparisons are inherently inappropriate. Perhaps because I have been immersed in the world of Kafka for too long, my thoughts inevitably revolve around him, especially when I encounter familiar words, which naturally excites me. But whatever the case, this short story collection has given me a faint glimpse of hope.