From theme, setting, characterization, every minor detail to the grand theories and critical approaches that as said appropriate to illustrate fully what the text intends, literature is “raped” or “decoded” violently to scraps and pieces that I hardly cast any appreciative eye on it, as far as I am concerned. Such a ruin! Perhaps, or surely, I should know how to read literature and tell exactly the cause and effect of the whole story in stead of dumbly drawing the sensual pleasure from the language style or intricate mentality involved.
The irony is if you fail to be impressed with some minor details or not sensitive enough to detect the trace of “grotesque” “conflicting element” “extraordinary or sublime thinking” or unable to justify your slim impression, I bet you should end up being a nonsense or futile reader.
I am still positive in cultivating such acute nose and shrewd eyes to capture even the slightest sensitivity or complexity. Challenging or vain as it might be, I shouldn’t give up.
If one wants to dig literature, he would inevitably be stuck in such an ordeal: you are ignorant and will always remain so. More badly, you won’t be so sure of any authority or thought that is inclined to “tame” or “insinuate” you into a certain permanent belief. Everything is undergoing constant changes. No absolute power but relevant truth.
Don’t be so discouraged by my awful drain of innovative ideas and absence of meaningful perception at this point. Any way, nothing venture, nothing gained.