retriever对《Galveston》的笔记(1)

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Galveston
  • 书名: Galveston
  • 作者: Nic Pizzolatto
  • 副标题: A Novel
  • 页数: 258
  • 出版社: Scribner
  • 出版年: 2010-06-15
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    其实除了“拯救者”和受害者的人设,还有既充满希望又憋屈的结尾之外,和TD最相似的还是两个时间点的叙事结构。还是做一做笔记,要不以我现在的脑残程度估计半个月以后就忘个一干二净了。 Part 1 p58. "What I came to see later weas that I was asking her to convince me, to give me an excuse. Like an unmade part of me saw its chance to be born." p.109 "We were silent for a long stretch then with the wind shusing outside in the rhythm of a skier. A cloud-riddled heaven sealde the horizon, and I felt like we were bugs crawling along the edge of the world. Which we were, in a way." Part 2 p110. "Certain experiences you can't survive, and afterward you don't fully exist, even if you failed to die. Everything that happened in May of 1987 is still happening, only now it's twenty years later, and what happened is just a story. In 2008, I'm walking my dog on the beach. Trying to. I can't walk fast or well. "看到这段我内心飘过无数Rust!!!Rust!!!的弹幕。 p114. “Walking the foggy beaches in the morning, air thick with salt and decay, you get the impression this place is still nursing a hangover from all that history.” p117. “I could run. Or I could stay put and wait. Face the music, as people say. It strikes me that this might be a good death. And long overdue. Then the rise in my pulse and the speed of my thoughts turn into a sensation of careful, total awareness, like waking up.” p119. “I suppose that’s one of the things we do in here. We sit around not forgetting.” p130. “I haven’t decided how to answer this paranoia. To stay or to run. Rocky makes me want to stay.” Part 3 p131. “Clear of the cities, Texas turned into a green desert meant to hammer you with vastness, a mortar filled with sky. The girls eyed it like a fireworks show.” p133. “You could broker the future here. Dump your memories into the white light of the Gulf like leaves into a bonfire. The little girl’s hands were on the window, her mouth hanging open. She whispered as if it were a secret. “What’s it?” Rocky spoke in her ear. “That’s the ocean, baby.” “What’s it?” “Water, sweetheart. Lots and lots of water.”" p134. “I could tell she was thinking about other lives. A lot of people her age expected to live forever and saw life as a kind of birthright to endless good times. I never did see things that way, and I knew that she hadn’t, either. Now and then she looked harassed by her own potential, like certain young people, and you might notice then the way a stillness spread through her eyes, and her unguarded face forgot to play a role, just looked stunned by confusion and remorse, while the features of this face were organized by a kind of country pride that wouldn’t admit confusion or remorse. I knew something about that, too. I didn’t know what to do with her. I didn’t quite understand why I was here, and I knew I wouldn’t stay.” p155. “You’re here because it’s somewhere. Dogs pant in the streets. Beer won’t stay cold. The last new song you liked came out a long, long time ago, and the radio never plays it anymore.” p224. “That was over. It didn’t matter, I told myself. Now it was just me and Texas. Me and cancer.” p228. “Liquid courage, booze logic. I’d once heard that porpoises can commit suicide, but I don’t know why that was on my mind.” p242. “...and I wanted to find a way to talk to her about time, how movement confuses you and wears you down, prevents things from sticking.” p243. “I’m dying,” I said. “Aren’t we all.” The door thunked shut.” “I knew the past wasn’t real. It was only an idea, and the thing I’d wanted to touch, to brush against, the feeling I couldn’t name—it just didn’t exist. It was only an idea, too. I suppose you have to be very careful how you use your memories. The thing was, once I admitted that to myself, everything that had ever happened to me still seemed important, more important, even. This is what you bought with your life.” p253. “You’re born and forty years later you hobble out a bar, startled by your own aches. Nobody knows you. You steer down lightless highways, and you invent a destination because movement is key. So you head toward the last thing you have left to lose, with no real idea what you’re going to do with it.” Part 5. p344. “Still, there was a bored sadness to her. And a resignation I’d seen on faces my whole life—people giving up, crossing over to that place without struggle—and I wanted to alter that.” p382. “When I read I got involved in the words and what they were saying so that I didn’t measure the passing of time in typical ways. I was surprised to learn that there was this freedom made of nothing but words. Then I felt like I had missed some crucial point, a long time ago. I’d always had good hands, and I could weld, fit pipes, break down an engine, box, shoot, but I started to understand that certain skills had only ever constrained me, made me into a function, a utility. I hadn’t really understood that until now." p383. "All this reading increased my thinking. I could picture things in ways I hadn’t been able to before. Like I’ve said, though—none of this made me a different person. I know who I am." p391. "The spiral of clouds shown there is actually too big to imagine; the idea has to be contained by the picture on the screen, the way time has to be contained by a story." p395. "One long story, peopled with orphans." “So I was wrong when I told Rocky you could choose what you feel. It’s not true. It’s not even true that you can choose when you’ll feel. All that happens is that the past clots like a cataract or scab, a scab of memory over your eyes. And one day the light breaks through.” p409. "It's been twenty years. I was worried I'd live forever."

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