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ABOUT THE BOOK: 'Tis severe to sever the silent e, thereby softening the others; less so the u in Faust.'-Fast 'A great design appears at first insane.'-Goethe, Faust 'In the dictionary as well - Goethe is found to be just under the gods.'-Fast Rithian Fast has made his Fastian Deal with the Devil, or rather, it was made upon him; a Tome was 'signed' in blood. He denies it stubbornly, even to the Foul Fiend's filthy face: "You do not exist " But in the end, there is no evading it, no avoiding it; there is no believing it, no believing in it, or not. There is only The Desolate One come for his delicious soul Twenty-Four years. The Door is closed ... to Real Eyes. 'Let us play a most serious game: Rithmomachia.'-Fast 'How could there be anything more selfish than the desire to save one's own precious soul '-Fast This 'Tale from Ahead,' his Fast'sworded 'Otto's Biography,' a confused-at-best "Self-Story," is fastidiously penciled on these thin slivers of wood in chapter and verse, omitting chapters, yet umbly offering as surrogate a continuous chorus. It was played out in Rithian's one-room, as a means. To what end? Is this merely a temptingly timed attempt to save his own precious soul from that Great Pit of Eternal Pain? So it seems, though he does not believe it, or believe in it. A dream? A darkening nightmare? Doctor Fastus is tied-up tight, positioned jacket-straight in White Room, he thinks, simply circling in mind, though in a well-thought-through-and-thorough way, he thinks. Or, rather, time is up He is stuck Below for all eternity -redundantly and in contradiction. To grasp this -is his Fast task; it is the human task. 'The senses are not senseless.'-Fast 'The Mute Ant sweetly spoke softly of the silent e."-Fast At tender-aged twelve, the Notes and Rithms were put upon the ears of our youthly Rith, the 6-Stringed and 88-Keyed. The fate was offered. The Fast One holemindedly grasped it, with all ten fingers of both hands. He quickly learned however, that with this noble art, comes a gravity, a noble deal. And, comes the great weight of that which is grave. Perchance in this darkest of depthly darkened cases a finding was found, a silent e to yield the others strong in sound, with ears both in depth percepted space. Just defied or justified, a Window is opened ... to the Real-Eyed. 'Even the lion knows - not to share his pride.'-Fast 'Misunderstanding the dream. In the ages of crude primeval culture man believed that in dreams he got to know another real world; here is the origin of all metaphysics ... 'The dead live on; for they appear to the living in dreams'; this inference went unchallenged for many thousands of years.' - Nietzsche, Human, All-Too-Human 'Of this, one must not ask; tis as the silent e in its task.-Fast 'The spirit of Rithian is within me '-Ian, student of Fast ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Mr. McRill holds a Master of Music degree in Composition. He has written, performed, and recorded 6 CDs: The 'Rithian Fast' songs (acoustic rock); and the solo piano works. He has enjoyed teaching Music and English as a second language at various educational institutions, and lives happily and humbly with his sweet wife.
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从结构上来看，这本书的篇幅远远超出了其内容所能承载的重量。它似乎想成为一部全景式的史诗，涵盖了人生的方方面面，但最终却变成了对许多未展开主题的蜻蜓点水式的触碰。大量使用心理活动描写，本应是丰富人物内心的利器，但在本书中却成了拖沓的罪魁祸首。主角的每一次呼吸、每一个微小的犹豫，都要经过冗长的内心独白来诠释。这种“事无巨细”的记录方式，极大地稀释了叙事的力量感。例如，一个简单的告别场景，被拆解成几十个细小的心理波动，读起来令人心神俱疲。整本书缺乏一个强有力的“钩子”来抓住读者的注意力并将其持续推进。它更像是一系列高质量的散文段落被强行缝合在一起，缺少一个坚实的骨架来支撑其宏伟的结构。到了后半段，我开始产生一种阅读疲劳，不是因为内容太过震撼，而是因为叙事的密度过高、节奏过于舒缓，让人有一种漂浮在水面，却始终无法真正潜入水下的无力感。这本书或许会被归类为“文学经典”，但对我而言，它更像是一次漫长、曲折、且略显空洞的智力漫游。
评分这本书的叙事节奏简直让人抓狂，仿佛作者故意想让读者在字里行间里迷失方向。开篇的铺垫冗长得令人不耐，那些看似精妙的意象堆砌，到头来似乎都没能导向一个清晰的主题或者明确的人物动机。我努力地想抓住那些被寄予厚望的隐喻，但它们就像雾里的灯塔，忽明忽暗，抓不住实体。特别是对环境的描写，细致入微到近乎苛刻的地步，虽然能感受到作者对细节的执着，但这种“过度描绘”带来的不是沉浸感，反而是阅读时的阻力。比如，花了整整三页去描述一个房间里光线变化对墙上油画色彩的影响，而这段描述对推动情节发展或者刻画核心人物内心挣扎的作用微乎其微。我甚至开始怀疑，作者是不是在用这种方式来考验读者的耐心极限。如果说文学作品需要一定的“留白”来让读者进行再创作和想象，那么这本书简直像被墨水灌满了的容器，没有一丝喘息的空间。我期待的戏剧张力，那种让人屏住呼吸的转折，始终没有出现，取而代之的是一种平铺直叙的、带着哲学思辨意味的冗长独白。我阅读时常常需要回头重读好几段，试图厘清某个人物在某一刻到底想表达什么，结果往往是徒劳，更像是作者在自说自话，而非真诚地与读者进行对话。这种体验，与其说是享受阅读，不如说更像是在完成一项艰巨的智力任务，最终收获的却是深深的疲惫感。
评分这本书的文字功底毋庸置疑，那种老派的、古典的句式结构，读起来有一种沉甸甸的质感，仿佛每一次抬眼，都像是从旧书堆里拂去厚厚的灰尘。然而，这种对语言形式的极端追求，却常常让故事的灵魂显得苍白。情节的推进缓慢得像蜗牛爬行，尤其是在涉及人物关系的处理上，显得异常保守和含蓄，甚至到了矫揉造作的地步。我理解作者可能追求的是一种“言外之意”的东方美学，但在这里，这种“言外之意”被无限拉长，变成了一种令人焦灼的“意而不显”。譬如，两位主要角色之间的情感暗涌，本应是叙事的核心驱动力，但作者却用无数个回合的试探、眼神的交汇、以及对彼此衣着细节的过度关注来代替直接的冲突或表白。读到一半时，我几乎要放弃去深究他们到底有没有真正爱过对方，因为所有的“证据”都停留在表象的描摹上。更让我感到困惑的是，许多配角的出现，似乎只是为了烘托主角的某种孤寂或高贵，他们像精致的雕塑，美丽却缺乏呼吸。这种将人物工具化的倾向，极大地削弱了故事的生命力和可信度。如果说优秀的小说应该让人产生共情，那么这本书只会让人产生一种疏离的、高高在上的旁观感，仿佛我正透过一块厚厚的、有裂纹的玻璃在观察一场精心排演的默剧。
评分这本书的社会批判色彩若隐若现，但却表达得异常晦涩和迂回。它似乎想探讨阶层固化、理想的幻灭，以及个体在宏大历史进程中的无力感，但所有的控诉都包裹在极其华丽的辞藻和象征意义之中，以至于其本来的锋芒被磨平了。我更倾向于认为，作者对于描绘“痛苦”和“挣扎”的方式，本身就带有某种精英主义的优越感。那些底层人物的形象，即便被提及，也往往是作为某种象征符号出现的，他们没有自己的声音，只是用来反衬主角的孤独或高贵。这种处理方式让作品的社会深度大打折扣，它更像是一部为上流社会人士书写的、关于他们如何“高雅地”感受痛苦的说明书。叙事中反复出现的关于艺术、美学、以及对“品味”的执着论述，让我越来越感到窒息。这不是在探讨生活，而是在赞美一种被精心维护的、与世隔绝的生活方式。我期待看到的是对现实的直面和解剖，而不是在象牙塔里用镀金的工具去雕刻自身的忧郁。这本书更像是一件精美的艺术品，需要戴着白手套去欣赏，而不是一本可以被汗水浸湿、被生活磨砺的书籍。
评分我必须承认，这本书在氛围的营造上确实有独到之处，它成功地捕捉到了一种近乎病态的、对逝去美好时光的迷恋。那种弥漫在字里行间的颓废感和怀旧情结，初读时颇具吸引力，让人联想到某个遥远的、贵族式的衰亡。然而，这种氛围的维持，是以牺牲情节的逻辑性和人物行为的合理性为代价的。故事线索像被无数细小的蛛网缠绕在一起，每当你试图解开其中一条时，却发现它连接着更多无关紧要的细节。我特别不能理解的是，作者对于“记忆”的反复解构和重塑，虽然意图深远，但在实际操作中却显得混乱不堪。时间线在不同角色的回忆中跳跃，常常让人分不清哪个才是“真实”的过去，哪个又是被美化或扭曲的想象。这不仅仅是现代主义叙事技巧的运用，更像是一种叙事上的失控。我感觉作者沉溺于自己构建的那个精巧的迷宫中，忘记了还要为读者提供一张出口的地图。几次重大事件的发生，都处理得过于轻描淡写，仿佛它们只是用来印证某种既定主题的道具，而不是真正冲击角色命运的转折点。读完后，我脑海中留下的，只是一片片破碎的、美丽的、但毫无意义的碎片。
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