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残忍而美丽的情谊

发布者: katy | 发布时间: 2011-11-11 14:59| 查看数: 1909| 评论数: 1|

12岁的阿富汗富家少爷阿米尔与仆人哈桑情同手足。然而,在一场风筝比赛后,发生了一件悲惨不堪的事,阿米尔为自己的懦弱感到自责和痛苦,逼走了哈桑,不久,自己也跟随父亲逃往美国。

成年后的阿米尔始终无法原谅自己当年对哈桑的背叛。为了赎罪,阿米尔再度踏上暌违二十多年的故乡,希望能为不幸的好友尽最后一点心力,却发现一个惊天谎言,儿时的噩梦再度重演,阿米尔该如何抉择?小说如此残忍而又美丽,作者以温暖细腻的笔法勾勒人性的本质与救赎,读来令人荡气回肠。

It took three years to build the orphanage. I was eight by then. I remember the day before the orphanage opened, Baba took me to Ghargha Lake, a few miles north of Kabul. He asked me to fetch Hassan too, but I lied and told him Hassan had the runs. I wanted Baba all to myself. And besides, one time at Ghargha Lake, Hassan and I were skimming stones and Hassan made his stone skip eight times. The most I managed was five. Baba was there, watching, and he patted Hassan on the back. Even put his arm around his shoulder.

We sat at a picnic table on the banks of the lake, just Baba and me, eating boiled eggs with "kofta" sandwiches--meatballs and pickles wrapped in "naan". The water was a deep blue and sunlight glittered on its looking glass-clear surface. On Fridays, the lake was bustling with families out for a day in the sun. But it was midweek and there was only Baba and me, us and a couple of longhaired, bearded tourists--"hippies," I'd heard them called. They were sitting on the dock, feet dangling in the water, Fishing poles in hand. I asked Baba why they grew their hair long, but Baba grunted, didn't answer. He was preparing his speech for the next day, flipping through a havoc of handwritten pages, making notes here and there with a pencil. I bit into my egg and asked Baba if it was true what a boy in school had told me, that if you ate a piece of eggshell, you'd have to pee it out. Baba grunted again.

I took a bite of my sandwich. One of the yellow-haired tourists laughed and slapped the other one on the back. In the distance, across the lake, a truck lumbered around a corner on the hill. Sunlight twinkled in its side-view mirror.

"I think I have 'saratan', " I said. Cancer. Baba lifted his head from the pages flapping in the breeze. Told me I could get the soda myself, all I had to do was look in the trunk of the car.

恤孤院工程耗时三年,盖好的那年我八岁。我记得恤孤院落成前一天,爸爸带我去喀布尔以北几英里远的喀尔卡湖。他让我叫上哈桑,但我撒谎,说哈桑有事情要做。我要爸爸全属我一人。再说,有一次哈桑和我在喀尔卡湖畔打水漂,他的石头跳了八下,我用尽力气,也只能跳五下。爸爸在旁边看着我们,他伸手拍拍哈桑的后背,甚至还用手臂搂住他的肩膀。

我们在湖边的野餐桌旁边坐下来,只有爸爸跟我,吃着水煮蛋和肉丸夹饼--就是馕饼夹着肉丸和腌黄瓜。湖水澄蓝,波平如镜,阳光照在湖上熠熠生辉。每逢周五,总有很多家庭到湖边,在阳光下度过假期。但那天不是周末,那儿只有我们--爸爸和我,还有几个留着胡子和长发的游客,我听说他们叫"嬉皮士"。他们坐在码头上,手里拿着钓鱼竿,脚板在水里晃荡。我问爸爸,为什么那些人留着长头发,但爸爸没有回答,只哼了一声。他正准备翌日的演讲,翻阅着一叠手稿,不时用铅笔做些记号。我吃一口鸡蛋,告诉爸爸,学校里面有个男孩说,要是吃下鸡蛋壳,就得将它尿出来。我问爸爸这是不是真的,爸爸又哼了一声。

我咬一口夹饼。有个黄头发的游客放声大笑,用手拍拍另外一人的后背。远处,在湖那边,一辆卡车蹒跚着转过山路的拐角处,它的观后镜反射出闪闪的阳光。

“我想我得了癌症。”我说。和风吹拂着那些手稿,爸爸抬头,告诉我可以自行去拿些苏打水,我所能做的,便只有去搜寻那轿车的行李箱。


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Ilovemyself 发表于 2014-5-30 06:01:26
人真是复杂的动物
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