海潮音对《Normal People》的笔记(8)

Normal People
  • 书名: Normal People
  • 作者: Sally Rooney
  • 页数: 288
  • 出版社: FABER & FABER
  • 出版年: 2019-5-2
  • 第192页 Five Months Later (DECEMBER 2013)
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  • 第212页 Three Months Later(March 2014)
    Their feelings were suppressed so carefully in everyday life, forced into smaller and smaller spaces, until seemingly minor events took on insane and frightening significance.
    引自 Three Months Later(March 2014)
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  • 第211页 Three Months Later (March 2014)

    <原文开始> The writer took a sip of his pint and said: How do you find Trinity, do you like it? Connell looked at Sadie across the table, her bangles knocking together on her wrist. Bit hard to fit in, to be honest, Connell said. The writer nodded again. That mightn't be a bad thing, he said. You could get a first collection out of it. Connell laughed, he looked down into his lap. He knew it was just a joke, but it was a nice thought, that he might not be suttering for nothing. He knows that a lot of the literary people in college see books primarily as a way of appearing cultured. When someone mentioned the austerity protests that night in the Stag's Head, Sadie threw her hands up and said: Not politics, Please! Connell’s initial assessment of the reading was not disproven. It was culture as class performance, literature fetishised for its ability to take educated people on false emotional journeys, so that they might afterwards feel superior to the uneducated people whose emotional journeys they liked to read about. Even if the writer himself was a good person, and even if his book really was insightful all books were ultimately marketed as status symbols, and all writers participated to some degree in this marketing. Presumably this was how the industry made money. Literature, in the way it appeared at these public readings, had no potential as a form of resistance to anything. Still, Connell went home that night and read over some notes he had been making for a new story, and he felt the old beat of pleasure inside his body, like watching a perfect goal, like the rustling movement of light through leaves, a phrase of music from the window of a passing car. Life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.</原文结束>

    2019-10-01 14:07:39 回应
  • 第226页 Four Months Later (July 2014)
    At the funeral back in January everyone talked about what a great person Rob had been, full of life, a devoted son, and so on. But he was also a very insecure person, obsessed with popularity, and his desperation had made him cruel. Not for the first time Marianne thinks cruelty does not only hurt the victim, but the perpetrator also, and maybe more deeply and more permanently. You learn nothing very profound about yourself simply by being bullied; but by bullying someone else you learn something you can never forget.
    引自 Four Months Later (July 2014)
    2019-10-01 14:35:21 回应
  • 第226页 Four Months Later (July 2014)
    What was the appropriate etiquette when they appeared on the time line: to ‘like’ them supportively? To scroll past in search of something better? But everything made Marianne angry then. Thinking about it now, she can't understand why it bothered her. None of those people had done anything wrong. They were just grieving. Of course it didn't make sense to write on his Facebook wall, but nothing else made sense either. If people appeared to behave pointlessly in grief, it was only because human life was pointless, and this was the truth that grief revealed. She wishes that she could have forgiven Rob, even if it meant nothing to him. When she thinks of him now it's always with his face hidden, turning away, behind his locker door, behind the rolled-up window of his car. Who were you? She thinks, now that there’s no one left to answer the question.
    引自 Four Months Later (July 2014)
    2019-10-01 14:52:59 回应
  • 第228页 Four Months Later (July 2014)

    <原文开始> Marianne wanted her life to mean something then, she wanted to stop all violence committed by the strong against the weak, and she remembered a time several years ago when she had felt so intelligent and young and powerful that she almost could have achieved such a thing, and now she knew she wasn’t at all powerful, and she would live and die in a world of extreme violence against the innocent, and at most she could help only a few people. It was so much harder to reconcile herself to the idea of helping a few, like she would rather help no one than do something so small and feeble, but that wasn’t it either.</原文结束>

    2019-10-01 15:11:31 回应
  • 第240页 Four Months Later (July 2014)
    Marianne leans the whole weight of her body against the door, her hands firmly grasping the handle, eyes screwed shut. From a young age her life has been abnormal, she knows that. But so much is covered over in time now, the way leaves fall and cover a piece of earth, and eventually mingle with the soil. Things that happened to her then are buried in the earth of her body. She tries to be a good person. But deep down she knows she is a bad person, corrupted, wrong and all her efforts to be right, to have the right opinions, to say the right things, these efforts only disguise what is buried inside her, the evil part of herself.
    引自 Four Months Later (July 2014)
    2019-10-03 13:13:29 回应
  • 第251页 Five Minutes Later (July 2014)

    <图片3> <图片4> 这里Alan为什么scared?

    2019-10-03 13:18:36 回应

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