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Films watched in 2015.
Film 184: Sunset Boulevard (Billy Wilder, 1950)
Nota: 8.5/10
“What you’re trying to say is you don’t want me to love you.”
People Are Decorating Christmas Trees with Flowers as a Gorgeous Alternative to Traditional Trimmings
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The Chart of Cosmic Exploration.
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Me: I feel optimistic about life as a concept and about humanity and our place in the cosmos. Yes, the universe is vast and indifferent but that fact doesn’t have to be inherently terrifying and doesn’t necessarily mean there’s anything out there that means us harm. There’s reason for hope.
Liu Cixin:
“There’s a strange contradiction revealed by the naïveté and kindness demonstrated by humanity when faced with the universe: On Earth, humankind can step onto another continent, and without a thought, destroy the kindred civilizations found there through warfare and disease. But when they gaze up at the stars, they turn sentimental and believe that if extraterrestrial intelligences exist, they must be civilizations bound by universal, noble, moral constraints, as if cherishing and loving different forms of life are parts of a self-evident universal code of conduct.
I think it should be precisely the opposite: Let’s turn the kindness we show toward the stars to members of the human race on Earth and build up the trust and understanding between the different peoples and civilizations that make up humanity. But for the universe outside the solar system, we should be ever vigilant, and be ready to attribute the worst of intentions to any Others that might exist in space. For a fragile civilization like ours, this is without a doubt the most responsible path.”
Cixin Liu, Author’s Postscript to the American Edition of ‘The Three Body Problem’.
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I also felt the same way about the lack of Black characters. It seemed like when characters weren’t Chinese he defaulted to white, with one or two Latino characters. Although there was one Black character, Fraisse. I think especially with the subject matter basically being humanity itself, at some point in the story we should have gone to Africa, the birthplace of humanity. But, like you, that failing was further motivation for me to continue writing, as was the serious sexism problem in the book.
A understated review of Death'S End by Liu Cixin
The last time a book penetrated me this deeply was when I read one of the Song of Ice and Fire for the first time and was blown away by the audacity and imagination of the writer and Liu Cixin just revised my favorite top ten lists of authors.
Even when I didn’t agree with where the narrative went, I still remained captivated.
I don’t know how to summarize the plot because this is the last book of a trilogy and while every book can be read without the others, this last one tops the other two, but that comparison is only possible because I read the other two. I guess a few key words in this trilogy are humanity, alien, space, civilizations, galaxies, time travel, science, love, hope and death. But that still doesn’t do justice to the roller coaster effect you get from reading this.
Cant thank enough Ken Liu for translating this, because having for the last two years started to read more science fiction, you start to know how things will go, but this thriller, cinematic ride that Liu Cixin is able to draw out in the midst of hard science concepts where scientists go back and forth on ideas says a lot about his skill level as a writer.
Now comes what I really didn’t like about the trilogy: where are black people in the multi universes Liu Cixin created? Of course the main actors are Chinese and the supporting cast is white and even some Latino, but not even one black character. Then again that’s true of 99% of science fiction out here so thank you Lou Cixin for giving me the motivation to write what I am not seeing in the science fiction world.
she’s beauty she’s grace she’s in love with aliens and space
. . . Lou Ji came over and put his hand on a small painting.
“Would you leave this one for me?”
Cheng Xin and AA moved the painting aside and set it on top of a box next to the wall. They were surprised to see that it was the Mona Lisa.
Cheng Xin and AA continued to work at disassembling frames. AA whispered, “Clever old man. He kept the most expensive piece for himself.”
“I don’t think that’s the reason.”
“Maybe he once loved a girl named Mona Lisa?”
Lou Ji sat next to the Mona Lisa and caressed the ancient frame with one hand. He muttered, “I didn’t know you were here. Otherwise I could have come to see you often.”
Cheng Xin saw that he wasn’t looking at the painting. His eyes stared ahead as if looking into the depths of time. Cheng Xin saw that his ancient eyes were filled with tears, and she wasn’t sure if he was mistaken.
Inside the grand tomb under the surface of Pluto, lit by the dim lamps that could shine for a hundred thousand years, Mona Lisa’s smile seemed to appear and disappear. The smile had puzzled humankind for nearly nine centuries, and it looked even more mysterious and eerie now, as though it meant everything and nothing, like the approaching Death.
Death’s End (p. 512), Cixin Liu
“Oh, heavens! Starry Sky!” AA cried out.
Cheng Xin knew that she was referring to Van Gogh’s painting. True, the universe really did look like the painting. The painting in her memory was almost a perfect copy of the two-dimensional Solar System before her eyes. Giant planets filled space, the areas of the planets seeming to exceed even the gaps between them. But the immensity of the planets did not give them any sense of substantiality. Rather, they looked like whirlpools in space-time. In the universe, every part of space flowed, churned, trembled between madness and horror like fiery flames that emitted only frost. The Sun and the planets and all substance and existence seemed to be only hallucinations produced by the turbulence of space-time.
Cheng Xin now recalled the strange feeling she had experienced each time she had looked at Van Gogh’s painting. Everything else in the painting - the trees that seemed to be on fire, and the village and mountains at night - showed perspective and depth, but the starry sky above had no three-dimensionality at all, like a painting hanging in space.
Because the starry night was two-dimensional.
How could Van Gogh have painted such a thing in 1889? Did he, having suffered a second breakdown, truly leap across five centuries and see the sight before them using only his spirit and delirious consciousness? Or, maybe it was the opposite: He had seen the future, and the sight of this Last Judgment had caused his breakdown and eventual suicide.
Death’s End (p. 529), Cixin Liu
我点燃了火，却控制不了它。
I started the fire, but I couldn’t control how it burnt.
[“My sunset,” Ye whispered.] And sunset for humanity.
Cixin Liu, from The Three-Body Problem (via the-final-sentence)
我点燃了火，却控制不了它。
I started the fire, but I couldn’t control how it burnt.
Are you under the impression that the object of everyone else’s love actually exists?
The Dark Forest by Cixin Liu (via theliterarybug)
