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After Oxford, she did odd jobs in the theatre and wrote her first novel, Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit, when she was 23. It was published a year later in 1985. At the same time she published a comic book with pictures, Boating For Beginners. She then worked for her publishers at the time, Pandora Press, before publishing The Passion in 1987 with Bloomsbury in the UK and Knopf in the States. At that point she became a full-time writer, publishing Sexing The Cherry in 1989, Written On The Body in 1992, Art & Lies 1994, Art Objects (essays) 1995, Gut Symmetries 1997, The World And Other Places (short stories) 1998, The.Powerbook in 2000, a book for children: The King of Capri, in 2003, and her latest novel, Lighthousekeeping in 2004. In addition she dramatised Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit for BBCTV in 1990, and wrote a TV film, Great Moments In Aviation for BBC 2 in 1994.
In 2002 she adapted her novel The PowerBook for the Royal National Theatre London, and Theatre de Chaillot, Paris. The stage version was directed by Deborah Warner, and starred Fiona Shaw, Saffron Burroughs and Pauline Lynch.
Jeanette Winterson has won various awards around the world for her fiction and adaptations, including the Whitbread Prize, UK, and the Prix d'argent, Cannes Film Festival.
She writes regularly for various UK newspapers, especially The Times and The Guardian, and her journalism can be found on the site.
Apart from her love of books, she loves cars, and at present drives a Landrover Defender 90 TD1, all black with lots of chrome and alloy, and a Porsche 911 Targa.
Jeanette Winterson lives in the country in Oxfordshire, in a seventeenth century thatched cottage on the river, and in a 1780's house she restored from derelict, in Spitalfields, London.
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▋▋Exodus ● Some folk say I'm a fool, but there's more to this world than meets the eye.' ● as the hours ticked past ● the rudiments of needlework 入门针线活 ● plimsoll, knickers ● The last day of term…we'd been on a school trip to Chester Zoo earlier in the week. That meant everybody in their Sunday best, vying for who had the cleanest socks and the most impressive sandw... (更多)▋▋Exodus● Some folk say I'm a fool, but there's more to this world than meets the eye.' ● as the hours ticked past ● the rudiments of needlework 入门针线活● plimsoll, knickers● The last day of term…we'd been on a school trip to Chester Zoo earlier in the week. That meant everybody in their Sunday best, vying for who had the cleanest socks and the most impressive sandwiches. ● orange squash● murmurs of envy and shrieks of laughter● They deserve each other 他们挺相配● It was a Breeding Ground 养殖场● 'You'll soon fit in,' she soothed. ● The teacher began to look a bit worried, but the class perked up.● `Well, carry on then.'● they weren't a charity ● two more sides 还有两面纸● cross stitch, chain stitch 十字绣 链型绣● sampler 绣布● Silhouette-Motifs● THE SUMMER IS ENDED AND WE ARE NOT YET SAVED. 夏日终结,我们尚未救赎。● Mrs Virtue was a diplomatic woman, but she had her blind spots. ● whip and top● I was bewildered, then angry, in-the-stomach angry● mollusc● what God has cleansed we must not call common. ● Abominations and Unmentionables 可憎的 不可说的● someone with crushed testicles● when she'd gone, I'd sneak a look● You have been talking about Hell to young minds. 对无知年幼的心灵谈论地狱● I had told all the others about the horrors of the demon and the fate of the damned.● Better to hear about Hell now that burn in it later. 早点听说地狱真相,总比日后掉进地狱烧死要好吧。● collage of an Easter bunny● We are called to be apart● Just because you can't tell what it is, doesn't mean it's not what it is.● What constitutes a problem is not the thing, or the environment where we find the thing, but the conjunction of the two.● Perception, she said was a fraud; had not St Paul said we see in a glass darkly, had not Wordsworth said we see by glimpses? `This piece of fruit cake'—she waved it between bites—`this cake doesn't need me to eat it to make it edible. It exists without me.'● Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist. ● The daily world was a world of Strange Notions, without form, and therefore void. ● tetrahedron● minstrel● One day, a lovely woman brought the emperor a revolving circus operated by midgets. The midgets acted all of the tragedies and many of the comedies. They acted them all at once, and it was fortunate that Tetrahedron had so many faces, otherwise he might have died of fatigue. They acted them all at once, and the emperor, walking round his theatre, could see them all at once, if he wished. Round and round he walked, and so learned a very valuable thing: that no emotion is the final one.▋▋▋Leviticus● candelabra● My mother sang the tune, and I put in the harmonies.● mug● she'd like the Bible open at Revelation● a check list with the burial instructions● make sure that the dead had everything they wanted● It reminded me of Rossetti who flung his new poems into the grave of his wife● I enjoyed polishing the handles as a final touch. ● Rechabite Hall 禁酒● That's for the Lord to decide● took pity on ● I like my little break● apostle● Perfection, the man said, was a thing to aspire to. It was the condition of the Godhead, it was the condition of the man before the Fall. It could only be truly realised in the next world, but we had a sense of it, a maddening, impossible sense, which was both a blessing and a curse.● ’Perfection,' he announced, `is flawlessness.'● ‘The problem is,' continued the prince, `there's a lot of girls, but no one who's got that special something.'● ’I want a woman, without blemish inside or out, flawless in every respect. I want a woman who is perfect.'● Part two: the impossibility of perfection. The restless search in this life, the pain, the majority who opt for second best. Their spreading corruption. The importance of being earnest.● An exhortation to single-mindedness● The night continued, and the prince fixed his heart to evil. ▋▋▋▋Numbers ● Slowly I closed the book. It was clear that I had stumbled on a terrible conspiracy.● Did that mean that all over the globe, in all innocence, women were marrying beasts?● rubbed his spiky chin against my face● When I married, I laughed for a week, cried for a month, and settled down for life. ● He slunk off. I half expected him to have a tail.● peeling me an orange● coconut macaroons● muck ● She leaned forward, pinning my hair to the seat with her bosom.● ‘May,' I gasped.’Auntie May,' snapped my mother.● mince● a roll of sellotape ● ‘It's just her sleeve,' replied my mother, keeping her ‘H' as best she could.● ‘You're a disgrace,' hissed my mother,● ‘She's stuck up and I don't like her.'● Battenburg cake: pink icing● When Keats felt miserable he always put on a clean shirt.● Not that I think there's owt wrong with a fridge mind, but you can go too far.● as common as muck● It's cold in here, very cold. The women suffer most. Their shoulders bared and white like hard-boiled eggs. Outside, under the snow, the river lies embalmed. These are the elect, and in the hall an army sleeps on straw. ● Getting old, dying, starting again. Not noticing. ▋▋▋▋▋Deuteronomy: The last book of the law ● Time is a great deadener. People forget, get bored, grow old, go away.● nobles there were left plotted against each other● Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say all kinds of things can be proved. I don't believe them. The only thing for certain is how complicated it all is, like string full of knots. It's all there but hard to find the beginning and impossible to fathom the end. ● Knowing what to believe had its advantages. It built an empire and kept people where they belonged, in the bright realm of the wallet…. ● Very often history is a means of denying the past. Denying the past is to refuse to recognise its integrity. To fit it, force it, function it, to suck out the spirit until it looks the way you think it should. We are all historians in our small way. And in some ghastly way Pol Pot was more honest than the rest of us have been. Pol Pot decided to dispense with the past altogether. To dispense with the sham of treating the past with objective respect. In Cambodia the cities were to be wiped out, maps thrown away, everything gone. No documents. Nothing. A brave new world. The old world was horrified. We pointed the finger, but big fleas have little fleas on their back to bite them. ● People have never had a problem disposing of the past when it gets too difficult. Flesh will burn, photos will burn, and memory, what is that? The imperfect ramblings of fools who will not see the need to forget. And if we can't dispose of it we can alter it. The dead don't shout. There is a certain seductiveness about what is dead. It will retain all those admirable qualities of life with none of that tiresome messiness associated with live things. Crap and complaints and the need for affection. You can auction it, museum it, collect it. It's much safer to be a collector of curios, because if you are curious, you have to sit and sit and see what happens. You have to wait on the beach until it gets cold, and you have to invest in a glass-bottomed boat, which is more expensive than a fishing rod, and puts you in the path of the elements. The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home, like all the men who now live with mermaids at the bottom of the sea. Or the people who found Atlantis. ● And El Dorado is more than Spanish gold, which is why it could not exist. The ones who came home were mad with a vision that had no meaning. And so, being sensible, the collector of curios will surround himself with dead things, and think about the past when it lived and moved and had being. The collector of curios lives in a derelict railway station with a video of various trains. He is the original living dead. ● El Dorado ● The collector of curios lives in a derelict railway station with a video of various trains. He is the original living dead. ● So the past, because it is past, is only malleable where once it was flexible. Once it could change its mind, now it can only undergo change. The lens can be tinted, tilted, smashed. What matters is that order is seen to prevail…● Perhaps the event has an unassailable truth. ● Constipation was a great problem after the Second World War. Not enough roughage in the diet, too much refined food.● Here is some advice. If you want to keep your own teeth, make your own sandwiches…▋▋▋▋▋▋Joshua● not a speck of dust anywhere● dishcloth● poked my head round● Pastor Spratt's crocodile nutcracker took pride of place on the mantelpiece● What's all the fuss about● Mrs White was making a sad cake● ‘Well I'll take the dog out then,' I decided.● the mill chimneys puffed out their usual serene smoke signals● wiping my feet on the mat● She smiled at me with those lovely cat-grey eyes and tugged at her rubber gloves.● ‘I'll put the kettle on for a hot water bottle.'● Melanie really did want to be a missionary, even though it was my destiny.● I traced the outline of her marvellous bones and the triangle of muscle in her stomach. What is it about intimacy that makes it so very disturbing? ● go to university to read theology● I didn't think it was a good thing on account of modern heresies. ● She thought she should understand how other people saw the world.● ‘I love you almost as much as I love the Lord,' I laughed. ● her eyes clouded for a moment● 'These children of God,' began the pastor, ‘have fallen under Satan's spell.'● I ran out on to the street, wild with distress.● Renounce her, renounce her,' the pastor kept saying, ‘it's only the demon.'● Can love really belong to the demon?● What sort of demon? The brown demon that rattles the ear? The red demon that dances the hornpipe? The watery demon that causes sickness? The orange demon that beguiles? Everyone has a demon like cats have fleas.● ‘Well, the demon you get depends on the colour of your aura, yours is orange which is why you've got me. Your mother's is brown, which is why she's so odd, and Mrs White's is hardly a demon at all. We're here to keep you in one piece, if you ignore us, you're quite likely to end up in two pieces, or lots of pieces, it's all part of the paradox.'● ‘Don't believe all you read.'● I went to the window and burst a few of the geranium buds to hear the pop.● ‘I'll repent,' ● Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet. ● The body that contains a spirit is the one true god. ● metaphysics● sat in a deckchair ● I came on the tram● ‘Fred, her underslip's showing,' tutted my mother● heresy● Some people's emanations are very strong, some people create themselves afresh outside of their own body. ● I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had. Some people's emanations are very strong, some people create themselves afresh outside of their own body. This is not fancy. If a potter has an idea, she makes it into a pot, and it exists beyond her, in its own separate life. She uses a physical substance to display her thoughts. If I use a metaphysical substance to display my thoughts, I might be anywhere at one time, influencing a number of different things, just as the potter and her pottery can exert influence in different places. There's a chance that I'm not here at all, that all the parts of me, running along all the choices I did and didn't make, for a moment brush against each other. ● Perhaps for a while these two selves have become confused. I have not gone forward or back in time, but across in time, to something I might have been, playing itself out. ● I miss the company of someone utterly loyal. ● Naming is a difficult and timeconsuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power.● Romantic love has been diluted into paperback form and has sold thousands and millions of copies. Somewhere it is still in the original, written on tablets of stone.● If you want to find out the circumference of an oil drop, you can use lycopodium powder. That's what I'll find. A tub of lycopodium powder, and I will sprinkle it on to my needs and find out how large they are. ● Perhaps it was the snow, or the food, or the impossibility of my life that made me hope to go to bed and wake up with the past intact. I seemed to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line. (收起)2011-01-29 15:26:00 1人收藏 回应
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Joyworld (时间是可以弯曲的)
Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet. Is it necessary to wander unprotected through the land? It is necessary to distinguish the chalk circle from the stone wall. Is it necessary to live without a home? It is necessary to distinguish physics from metaphysics. Yet many of th... (更多)Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.
(收起)Is it necessary to wander unprotected through the land? It is necessary to distinguish the chalk circle from the stone wall. Is it necessary to live without a home? It is necessary to distinguish physics from metaphysics. Yet many of the principles are the same. ... A wall for the body, a circle for the soul.
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▋▋Exodus ● Some folk say I'm a fool, but there's more to this world than meets the eye.' ● as the hours ticked past ● the rudiments of needlework 入门针线活 ● plimsoll, knickers ● The last day of term…we'd been on a school trip to Chester Zoo earlier in the week. That meant everybody in their Sunday best, vying for who had the cleanest socks and the most impressive sandw... (更多)▋▋Exodus● Some folk say I'm a fool, but there's more to this world than meets the eye.' ● as the hours ticked past ● the rudiments of needlework 入门针线活● plimsoll, knickers● The last day of term…we'd been on a school trip to Chester Zoo earlier in the week. That meant everybody in their Sunday best, vying for who had the cleanest socks and the most impressive sandwiches. ● orange squash● murmurs of envy and shrieks of laughter● They deserve each other 他们挺相配● It was a Breeding Ground 养殖场● 'You'll soon fit in,' she soothed. ● The teacher began to look a bit worried, but the class perked up.● `Well, carry on then.'● they weren't a charity ● two more sides 还有两面纸● cross stitch, chain stitch 十字绣 链型绣● sampler 绣布● Silhouette-Motifs● THE SUMMER IS ENDED AND WE ARE NOT YET SAVED. 夏日终结,我们尚未救赎。● Mrs Virtue was a diplomatic woman, but she had her blind spots. ● whip and top● I was bewildered, then angry, in-the-stomach angry● mollusc● what God has cleansed we must not call common. ● Abominations and Unmentionables 可憎的 不可说的● someone with crushed testicles● when she'd gone, I'd sneak a look● You have been talking about Hell to young minds. 对无知年幼的心灵谈论地狱● I had told all the others about the horrors of the demon and the fate of the damned.● Better to hear about Hell now that burn in it later. 早点听说地狱真相,总比日后掉进地狱烧死要好吧。● collage of an Easter bunny● We are called to be apart● Just because you can't tell what it is, doesn't mean it's not what it is.● What constitutes a problem is not the thing, or the environment where we find the thing, but the conjunction of the two.● Perception, she said was a fraud; had not St Paul said we see in a glass darkly, had not Wordsworth said we see by glimpses? `This piece of fruit cake'—she waved it between bites—`this cake doesn't need me to eat it to make it edible. It exists without me.'● Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist. ● The daily world was a world of Strange Notions, without form, and therefore void. ● tetrahedron● minstrel● One day, a lovely woman brought the emperor a revolving circus operated by midgets. The midgets acted all of the tragedies and many of the comedies. They acted them all at once, and it was fortunate that Tetrahedron had so many faces, otherwise he might have died of fatigue. They acted them all at once, and the emperor, walking round his theatre, could see them all at once, if he wished. Round and round he walked, and so learned a very valuable thing: that no emotion is the final one.▋▋▋Leviticus● candelabra● My mother sang the tune, and I put in the harmonies.● mug● she'd like the Bible open at Revelation● a check list with the burial instructions● make sure that the dead had everything they wanted● It reminded me of Rossetti who flung his new poems into the grave of his wife● I enjoyed polishing the handles as a final touch. ● Rechabite Hall 禁酒● That's for the Lord to decide● took pity on ● I like my little break● apostle● Perfection, the man said, was a thing to aspire to. It was the condition of the Godhead, it was the condition of the man before the Fall. It could only be truly realised in the next world, but we had a sense of it, a maddening, impossible sense, which was both a blessing and a curse.● ’Perfection,' he announced, `is flawlessness.'● ‘The problem is,' continued the prince, `there's a lot of girls, but no one who's got that special something.'● ’I want a woman, without blemish inside or out, flawless in every respect. I want a woman who is perfect.'● Part two: the impossibility of perfection. The restless search in this life, the pain, the majority who opt for second best. Their spreading corruption. The importance of being earnest.● An exhortation to single-mindedness● The night continued, and the prince fixed his heart to evil. ▋▋▋▋Numbers ● Slowly I closed the book. It was clear that I had stumbled on a terrible conspiracy.● Did that mean that all over the globe, in all innocence, women were marrying beasts?● rubbed his spiky chin against my face● When I married, I laughed for a week, cried for a month, and settled down for life. ● He slunk off. I half expected him to have a tail.● peeling me an orange● coconut macaroons● muck ● She leaned forward, pinning my hair to the seat with her bosom.● ‘May,' I gasped.’Auntie May,' snapped my mother.● mince● a roll of sellotape ● ‘It's just her sleeve,' replied my mother, keeping her ‘H' as best she could.● ‘You're a disgrace,' hissed my mother,● ‘She's stuck up and I don't like her.'● Battenburg cake: pink icing● When Keats felt miserable he always put on a clean shirt.● Not that I think there's owt wrong with a fridge mind, but you can go too far.● as common as muck● It's cold in here, very cold. The women suffer most. Their shoulders bared and white like hard-boiled eggs. Outside, under the snow, the river lies embalmed. These are the elect, and in the hall an army sleeps on straw. ● Getting old, dying, starting again. Not noticing. ▋▋▋▋▋Deuteronomy: The last book of the law ● Time is a great deadener. People forget, get bored, grow old, go away.● nobles there were left plotted against each other● Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say all kinds of things can be proved. I don't believe them. The only thing for certain is how complicated it all is, like string full of knots. It's all there but hard to find the beginning and impossible to fathom the end. ● Knowing what to believe had its advantages. It built an empire and kept people where they belonged, in the bright realm of the wallet…. ● Very often history is a means of denying the past. Denying the past is to refuse to recognise its integrity. To fit it, force it, function it, to suck out the spirit until it looks the way you think it should. We are all historians in our small way. And in some ghastly way Pol Pot was more honest than the rest of us have been. Pol Pot decided to dispense with the past altogether. To dispense with the sham of treating the past with objective respect. In Cambodia the cities were to be wiped out, maps thrown away, everything gone. No documents. Nothing. A brave new world. The old world was horrified. We pointed the finger, but big fleas have little fleas on their back to bite them. ● People have never had a problem disposing of the past when it gets too difficult. Flesh will burn, photos will burn, and memory, what is that? The imperfect ramblings of fools who will not see the need to forget. And if we can't dispose of it we can alter it. The dead don't shout. There is a certain seductiveness about what is dead. It will retain all those admirable qualities of life with none of that tiresome messiness associated with live things. Crap and complaints and the need for affection. You can auction it, museum it, collect it. It's much safer to be a collector of curios, because if you are curious, you have to sit and sit and see what happens. You have to wait on the beach until it gets cold, and you have to invest in a glass-bottomed boat, which is more expensive than a fishing rod, and puts you in the path of the elements. The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home, like all the men who now live with mermaids at the bottom of the sea. Or the people who found Atlantis. ● And El Dorado is more than Spanish gold, which is why it could not exist. The ones who came home were mad with a vision that had no meaning. And so, being sensible, the collector of curios will surround himself with dead things, and think about the past when it lived and moved and had being. The collector of curios lives in a derelict railway station with a video of various trains. He is the original living dead. ● El Dorado ● The collector of curios lives in a derelict railway station with a video of various trains. He is the original living dead. ● So the past, because it is past, is only malleable where once it was flexible. Once it could change its mind, now it can only undergo change. The lens can be tinted, tilted, smashed. What matters is that order is seen to prevail…● Perhaps the event has an unassailable truth. ● Constipation was a great problem after the Second World War. Not enough roughage in the diet, too much refined food.● Here is some advice. If you want to keep your own teeth, make your own sandwiches…▋▋▋▋▋▋Joshua● not a speck of dust anywhere● dishcloth● poked my head round● Pastor Spratt's crocodile nutcracker took pride of place on the mantelpiece● What's all the fuss about● Mrs White was making a sad cake● ‘Well I'll take the dog out then,' I decided.● the mill chimneys puffed out their usual serene smoke signals● wiping my feet on the mat● She smiled at me with those lovely cat-grey eyes and tugged at her rubber gloves.● ‘I'll put the kettle on for a hot water bottle.'● Melanie really did want to be a missionary, even though it was my destiny.● I traced the outline of her marvellous bones and the triangle of muscle in her stomach. What is it about intimacy that makes it so very disturbing? ● go to university to read theology● I didn't think it was a good thing on account of modern heresies. ● She thought she should understand how other people saw the world.● ‘I love you almost as much as I love the Lord,' I laughed. ● her eyes clouded for a moment● 'These children of God,' began the pastor, ‘have fallen under Satan's spell.'● I ran out on to the street, wild with distress.● Renounce her, renounce her,' the pastor kept saying, ‘it's only the demon.'● Can love really belong to the demon?● What sort of demon? The brown demon that rattles the ear? The red demon that dances the hornpipe? The watery demon that causes sickness? The orange demon that beguiles? Everyone has a demon like cats have fleas.● ‘Well, the demon you get depends on the colour of your aura, yours is orange which is why you've got me. Your mother's is brown, which is why she's so odd, and Mrs White's is hardly a demon at all. We're here to keep you in one piece, if you ignore us, you're quite likely to end up in two pieces, or lots of pieces, it's all part of the paradox.'● ‘Don't believe all you read.'● I went to the window and burst a few of the geranium buds to hear the pop.● ‘I'll repent,' ● Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet. ● The body that contains a spirit is the one true god. ● metaphysics● sat in a deckchair ● I came on the tram● ‘Fred, her underslip's showing,' tutted my mother● heresy● Some people's emanations are very strong, some people create themselves afresh outside of their own body. ● I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had. Some people's emanations are very strong, some people create themselves afresh outside of their own body. This is not fancy. If a potter has an idea, she makes it into a pot, and it exists beyond her, in its own separate life. She uses a physical substance to display her thoughts. If I use a metaphysical substance to display my thoughts, I might be anywhere at one time, influencing a number of different things, just as the potter and her pottery can exert influence in different places. There's a chance that I'm not here at all, that all the parts of me, running along all the choices I did and didn't make, for a moment brush against each other. ● Perhaps for a while these two selves have become confused. I have not gone forward or back in time, but across in time, to something I might have been, playing itself out. ● I miss the company of someone utterly loyal. ● Naming is a difficult and timeconsuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power.● Romantic love has been diluted into paperback form and has sold thousands and millions of copies. Somewhere it is still in the original, written on tablets of stone.● If you want to find out the circumference of an oil drop, you can use lycopodium powder. That's what I'll find. A tub of lycopodium powder, and I will sprinkle it on to my needs and find out how large they are. ● Perhaps it was the snow, or the food, or the impossibility of my life that made me hope to go to bed and wake up with the past intact. I seemed to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line. (收起)2011-01-29 15:26:00 1人收藏 回应
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Joyworld (时间是可以弯曲的)
Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet. Is it necessary to wander unprotected through the land? It is necessary to distinguish the chalk circle from the stone wall. Is it necessary to live without a home? It is necessary to distinguish physics from metaphysics. Yet many of th... (更多)Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.
(收起)Is it necessary to wander unprotected through the land? It is necessary to distinguish the chalk circle from the stone wall. Is it necessary to live without a home? It is necessary to distinguish physics from metaphysics. Yet many of the principles are the same. ... A wall for the body, a circle for the soul.
2011-11-11 22:35:35 回应
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Joyworld (时间是可以弯曲的)
Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet. Is it necessary to wander unprotected through the land? It is necessary to distinguish the chalk circle from the stone wall. Is it necessary to live without a home? It is necessary to distinguish physics from metaphysics. Yet many of th... (更多)Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.
(收起)Is it necessary to wander unprotected through the land? It is necessary to distinguish the chalk circle from the stone wall. Is it necessary to live without a home? It is necessary to distinguish physics from metaphysics. Yet many of the principles are the same. ... A wall for the body, a circle for the soul.
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▋▋Exodus ● Some folk say I'm a fool, but there's more to this world than meets the eye.' ● as the hours ticked past ● the rudiments of needlework 入门针线活 ● plimsoll, knickers ● The last day of term…we'd been on a school trip to Chester Zoo earlier in the week. That meant everybody in their Sunday best, vying for who had the cleanest socks and the most impressive sandw... (更多)▋▋Exodus● Some folk say I'm a fool, but there's more to this world than meets the eye.' ● as the hours ticked past ● the rudiments of needlework 入门针线活● plimsoll, knickers● The last day of term…we'd been on a school trip to Chester Zoo earlier in the week. That meant everybody in their Sunday best, vying for who had the cleanest socks and the most impressive sandwiches. ● orange squash● murmurs of envy and shrieks of laughter● They deserve each other 他们挺相配● It was a Breeding Ground 养殖场● 'You'll soon fit in,' she soothed. ● The teacher began to look a bit worried, but the class perked up.● `Well, carry on then.'● they weren't a charity ● two more sides 还有两面纸● cross stitch, chain stitch 十字绣 链型绣● sampler 绣布● Silhouette-Motifs● THE SUMMER IS ENDED AND WE ARE NOT YET SAVED. 夏日终结,我们尚未救赎。● Mrs Virtue was a diplomatic woman, but she had her blind spots. ● whip and top● I was bewildered, then angry, in-the-stomach angry● mollusc● what God has cleansed we must not call common. ● Abominations and Unmentionables 可憎的 不可说的● someone with crushed testicles● when she'd gone, I'd sneak a look● You have been talking about Hell to young minds. 对无知年幼的心灵谈论地狱● I had told all the others about the horrors of the demon and the fate of the damned.● Better to hear about Hell now that burn in it later. 早点听说地狱真相,总比日后掉进地狱烧死要好吧。● collage of an Easter bunny● We are called to be apart● Just because you can't tell what it is, doesn't mean it's not what it is.● What constitutes a problem is not the thing, or the environment where we find the thing, but the conjunction of the two.● Perception, she said was a fraud; had not St Paul said we see in a glass darkly, had not Wordsworth said we see by glimpses? `This piece of fruit cake'—she waved it between bites—`this cake doesn't need me to eat it to make it edible. It exists without me.'● Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist. ● The daily world was a world of Strange Notions, without form, and therefore void. ● tetrahedron● minstrel● One day, a lovely woman brought the emperor a revolving circus operated by midgets. The midgets acted all of the tragedies and many of the comedies. They acted them all at once, and it was fortunate that Tetrahedron had so many faces, otherwise he might have died of fatigue. They acted them all at once, and the emperor, walking round his theatre, could see them all at once, if he wished. Round and round he walked, and so learned a very valuable thing: that no emotion is the final one.▋▋▋Leviticus● candelabra● My mother sang the tune, and I put in the harmonies.● mug● she'd like the Bible open at Revelation● a check list with the burial instructions● make sure that the dead had everything they wanted● It reminded me of Rossetti who flung his new poems into the grave of his wife● I enjoyed polishing the handles as a final touch. ● Rechabite Hall 禁酒● That's for the Lord to decide● took pity on ● I like my little break● apostle● Perfection, the man said, was a thing to aspire to. It was the condition of the Godhead, it was the condition of the man before the Fall. It could only be truly realised in the next world, but we had a sense of it, a maddening, impossible sense, which was both a blessing and a curse.● ’Perfection,' he announced, `is flawlessness.'● ‘The problem is,' continued the prince, `there's a lot of girls, but no one who's got that special something.'● ’I want a woman, without blemish inside or out, flawless in every respect. I want a woman who is perfect.'● Part two: the impossibility of perfection. The restless search in this life, the pain, the majority who opt for second best. Their spreading corruption. The importance of being earnest.● An exhortation to single-mindedness● The night continued, and the prince fixed his heart to evil. ▋▋▋▋Numbers ● Slowly I closed the book. It was clear that I had stumbled on a terrible conspiracy.● Did that mean that all over the globe, in all innocence, women were marrying beasts?● rubbed his spiky chin against my face● When I married, I laughed for a week, cried for a month, and settled down for life. ● He slunk off. I half expected him to have a tail.● peeling me an orange● coconut macaroons● muck ● She leaned forward, pinning my hair to the seat with her bosom.● ‘May,' I gasped.’Auntie May,' snapped my mother.● mince● a roll of sellotape ● ‘It's just her sleeve,' replied my mother, keeping her ‘H' as best she could.● ‘You're a disgrace,' hissed my mother,● ‘She's stuck up and I don't like her.'● Battenburg cake: pink icing● When Keats felt miserable he always put on a clean shirt.● Not that I think there's owt wrong with a fridge mind, but you can go too far.● as common as muck● It's cold in here, very cold. The women suffer most. Their shoulders bared and white like hard-boiled eggs. Outside, under the snow, the river lies embalmed. These are the elect, and in the hall an army sleeps on straw. ● Getting old, dying, starting again. Not noticing. ▋▋▋▋▋Deuteronomy: The last book of the law ● Time is a great deadener. People forget, get bored, grow old, go away.● nobles there were left plotted against each other● Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say all kinds of things can be proved. I don't believe them. The only thing for certain is how complicated it all is, like string full of knots. It's all there but hard to find the beginning and impossible to fathom the end. ● Knowing what to believe had its advantages. It built an empire and kept people where they belonged, in the bright realm of the wallet…. ● Very often history is a means of denying the past. Denying the past is to refuse to recognise its integrity. To fit it, force it, function it, to suck out the spirit until it looks the way you think it should. We are all historians in our small way. And in some ghastly way Pol Pot was more honest than the rest of us have been. Pol Pot decided to dispense with the past altogether. To dispense with the sham of treating the past with objective respect. In Cambodia the cities were to be wiped out, maps thrown away, everything gone. No documents. Nothing. A brave new world. The old world was horrified. We pointed the finger, but big fleas have little fleas on their back to bite them. ● People have never had a problem disposing of the past when it gets too difficult. Flesh will burn, photos will burn, and memory, what is that? The imperfect ramblings of fools who will not see the need to forget. And if we can't dispose of it we can alter it. The dead don't shout. There is a certain seductiveness about what is dead. It will retain all those admirable qualities of life with none of that tiresome messiness associated with live things. Crap and complaints and the need for affection. You can auction it, museum it, collect it. It's much safer to be a collector of curios, because if you are curious, you have to sit and sit and see what happens. You have to wait on the beach until it gets cold, and you have to invest in a glass-bottomed boat, which is more expensive than a fishing rod, and puts you in the path of the elements. The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home, like all the men who now live with mermaids at the bottom of the sea. Or the people who found Atlantis. ● And El Dorado is more than Spanish gold, which is why it could not exist. The ones who came home were mad with a vision that had no meaning. And so, being sensible, the collector of curios will surround himself with dead things, and think about the past when it lived and moved and had being. The collector of curios lives in a derelict railway station with a video of various trains. He is the original living dead. ● El Dorado ● The collector of curios lives in a derelict railway station with a video of various trains. He is the original living dead. ● So the past, because it is past, is only malleable where once it was flexible. Once it could change its mind, now it can only undergo change. The lens can be tinted, tilted, smashed. What matters is that order is seen to prevail…● Perhaps the event has an unassailable truth. ● Constipation was a great problem after the Second World War. Not enough roughage in the diet, too much refined food.● Here is some advice. If you want to keep your own teeth, make your own sandwiches…▋▋▋▋▋▋Joshua● not a speck of dust anywhere● dishcloth● poked my head round● Pastor Spratt's crocodile nutcracker took pride of place on the mantelpiece● What's all the fuss about● Mrs White was making a sad cake● ‘Well I'll take the dog out then,' I decided.● the mill chimneys puffed out their usual serene smoke signals● wiping my feet on the mat● She smiled at me with those lovely cat-grey eyes and tugged at her rubber gloves.● ‘I'll put the kettle on for a hot water bottle.'● Melanie really did want to be a missionary, even though it was my destiny.● I traced the outline of her marvellous bones and the triangle of muscle in her stomach. What is it about intimacy that makes it so very disturbing? ● go to university to read theology● I didn't think it was a good thing on account of modern heresies. ● She thought she should understand how other people saw the world.● ‘I love you almost as much as I love the Lord,' I laughed. ● her eyes clouded for a moment● 'These children of God,' began the pastor, ‘have fallen under Satan's spell.'● I ran out on to the street, wild with distress.● Renounce her, renounce her,' the pastor kept saying, ‘it's only the demon.'● Can love really belong to the demon?● What sort of demon? The brown demon that rattles the ear? The red demon that dances the hornpipe? The watery demon that causes sickness? The orange demon that beguiles? Everyone has a demon like cats have fleas.● ‘Well, the demon you get depends on the colour of your aura, yours is orange which is why you've got me. Your mother's is brown, which is why she's so odd, and Mrs White's is hardly a demon at all. We're here to keep you in one piece, if you ignore us, you're quite likely to end up in two pieces, or lots of pieces, it's all part of the paradox.'● ‘Don't believe all you read.'● I went to the window and burst a few of the geranium buds to hear the pop.● ‘I'll repent,' ● Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet. ● The body that contains a spirit is the one true god. ● metaphysics● sat in a deckchair ● I came on the tram● ‘Fred, her underslip's showing,' tutted my mother● heresy● Some people's emanations are very strong, some people create themselves afresh outside of their own body. ● I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had. Some people's emanations are very strong, some people create themselves afresh outside of their own body. This is not fancy. If a potter has an idea, she makes it into a pot, and it exists beyond her, in its own separate life. She uses a physical substance to display her thoughts. If I use a metaphysical substance to display my thoughts, I might be anywhere at one time, influencing a number of different things, just as the potter and her pottery can exert influence in different places. There's a chance that I'm not here at all, that all the parts of me, running along all the choices I did and didn't make, for a moment brush against each other. ● Perhaps for a while these two selves have become confused. I have not gone forward or back in time, but across in time, to something I might have been, playing itself out. ● I miss the company of someone utterly loyal. ● Naming is a difficult and timeconsuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power.● Romantic love has been diluted into paperback form and has sold thousands and millions of copies. Somewhere it is still in the original, written on tablets of stone.● If you want to find out the circumference of an oil drop, you can use lycopodium powder. That's what I'll find. A tub of lycopodium powder, and I will sprinkle it on to my needs and find out how large they are. ● Perhaps it was the snow, or the food, or the impossibility of my life that made me hope to go to bed and wake up with the past intact. I seemed to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line. (收起)2011-01-29 15:26:00 1人收藏 回应
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作势不装腔
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- 这么远那么近(http://weibo.com/jiawenyu) 之前听朋友说起过这位作家,他说温特森有一把枪,指到哪里就打向哪里,不带拐弯抹角,但又不易察觉。我笑说,也就是偷袭咯。他说,不是,是技巧。 推荐语上说,这本书是温森特小说世界的入口,故事由这里开始,聪明又有趣。我买到书之后用了一个晚上读完,觉得真的是尽兴,许是于是翻译的也极妙,两种语言少了一种戒备,读起来顺畅又不生...... (32回应)2010-08-05 90/115有用来自 新星出版社2010版
珍妮特的陶罐
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- 芬雷 橘子肯定是一个寓意,这几乎是来自母亲的命令。“来,吃个橘子。” 或者就像珍妮特在访谈时所说,整个小说,她试图解释自己从何而来。“我试图把一段怪异的童年、一种非同寻常的个人历史讲明白。我也试图去宽恕。”是啊,宽恕。这似乎是牧师对珍妮特说的话,“上帝宽恕了,并遗忘了。”(P.155)亲爱的珍妮特,难道你就不能遗忘么?在小...... (10回应)2010-08-07 58/62有用来自 新星出版社2010版
一道墙给身体,一个圈给灵魂
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- drunkdoggy(Across the universe) 倘若不是发现自己爱上了一个女孩儿,珍妮特也许会成为一个最优秀的传教士―――谁让她同时擅长两件事情呢?珍妮特同时擅长两件事情:与上帝交朋友,与魔鬼对话。“来吃个橘子!”这是《橘子不是唯一的水果》中反复出现的一句话,在这里,橘子可以是一种命令,一种搪塞,一种规避,一种对治愈的自欺。珍妮特剥橘皮的动作同样令人印象深刻:橘皮...... (7回应)2010-09-12 35/38有用来自 新星出版社2010版
剥橘者——用噪音进入事物的背面
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- 恶鸟(迷狂而分析) 拿到夏天热午送来的《橘子不是唯一的水果》时,我以为除了小说的读法,它还可以取个名字《剥橘记——英伦乡间五月旬节教派兴衰史》,按照类似《屠猫记——法国文化史钩沉》、《百变小红帽——一则童话三百年的演变》或一点列维-斯特劳斯《忧郁的热带》的读法也未尝不可,但隔壁一老太用一个破螺丝音的收音机放着昆曲,打断了我,一如珍妮特的乡...... (8回应)2010-08-06 23/30有用来自 新星出版社2010版
温特森的雄辩与诗意
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- 余西 《橘子不是唯一的水果》是珍妮特·温特森的处女作。但在她的第一本小说中,我们可以看到她后来小说中的两个极其鲜明的特征:抒情风格的雄辩和诗意。 下面这段文字,出自于这本书的第五章《申命记:最后的律法》,是这种风格最集中最明显的体现。 时间能抹煞一切。人们遗忘,厌倦,变老,离去。曾有一度,英格兰人人关注建造木船、扬帆...... (11回应)2010-06-25 34/42有用来自 新星出版社2010版
珍妮特,试试苹果或香蕉吧
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- Shirley 在这个炎热夏日的午后,重读英国作家珍妮特.温特森《橘子不是唯一的水果》的感觉并不如预期的那么清爽,反倒是内心泛起一股燥热,仿佛珍妮特的文字是跑步冲到我面前的,也许与已经读过一遍有关系,少了那种不期而至的坦然。反之,有些章节仍然让我百思不得其解,与其说我在大汗淋漓地追赶她的文字,倒不如说我在拼命适应她的语言、思想,甚至小...... (2回应)2011-07-12 5/6有用来自 新星出版社2010版
切肤之痛,爱的布道
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- 百药 《橘子不是唯一的水果》是英国女作家珍妮特•温特森的处女作。1985年发表时一鸣惊人,夺得惠特布莱德首作奖。小说有自传性,女权主义立场,但这并不是全部。 一开始我以为它是甜美的,就像《芒果街上的小屋》,小女孩珍妮特虽然生长在英国一个五旬节教派的家庭中,被一个“虔诚”地投入到宗教事业,天天“忙着上帝的事”的母亲收养,......2012-01-03 来自 新星出版社2010版
分身
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- cici 作者创造那么多个分身出来,只是想满足一个简单的愿望:用不同的角色陪伴孤独的自己。 什么都改变不了孤独,与其指望用钱、物、人、信仰、或其他的什么情呐感呐来遣散孤独,不如和它好好相处。 书中的刻意为了打破阅读节奏而插入的寓言、神话故事有些意思。自从看了《失物之书》就对黑暗系的童......2011-12-07 来自 新星出版社2010版
人生是圈,也会跑偏。
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- 鱼果爱(坑爹和装逼是硬币的两面) 从青番茄借的这本之前超火的《橘子不是唯一的水果》,急速看下来,基本记不得太多内容。这是一本让你第一遍看得不耐烦,合上又想再看一遍的书。如果你冲着同性去,那这本书就是个骗子。她的爱情并不纠结,如同青春期正常的躁动,只是凑巧那是一个同性,她又凑巧坐在离上帝很近的位置。 后记也说,这是一个女性成长的故事。一......2011-11-21 来自 新星出版社2010版
来,吃个橘子吧
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- S酱属性全开(小透明才不弃号呢o( ̄ヘ ̄o#)) 一千个人心中有一千种喜爱的水果,无论喜爱与否,橘子却是养母对女孩唯一的安慰。 虽然是以第一人称带领着读者进入随着岁月年华铺就的历史,但珍妮特一直以冷静异常的文字描述着主人公所见到遇到的一切。摒弃了稚气摇摆的惶恐之心,不加渲染地把事实陈列在你面前。 一旦有了敬畏之心,就不会有真正正确的观点。书中发生的故事,正是一个孩......2011-11-13 来自 新星出版社2010版
看一半
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- 懒猫不洗澡(不旅行,我会死) 这个时候写的评论不知道有多少价值,不过实在是不知道下一半什么时候会想再去看了。 赤裸裸地胁迫读者的思维…… 宗教偏执类的,即使是配角还是接受困难,更何况还充斥这前半本书。。 没有信仰也理解不了人家的信仰,也不知道自己是可怜还是平静。这么费脑子……以后再消化好了 ......2011-11-07 来自 新星出版社2010版
一本书一句话。
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- 浅墨无痕(让爱成为我的一种习惯) 橘子不是唯一的水果。令我感动的瞬间。 “你不会失去魔力的,你知道,以后只是用法不同罢了” 。。。 “巫师们不能收回他们的礼物,永远不能,这是白纸黑字写在书里的” “那如果我留下来呢?” “你会发现自己被悲伤也毁灭。你所知道的一切围绕在你的身边,与此同时却又远离了你。现在,还是找个新地方吧。” 。......2011-11-03 来自 新星出版社2010版
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