I went very early to the bathing pool and stayed there for hours, unwilling to leave the river, the trees shading it, the flowers that opened at night. They were tightly shut, drooping, sheltering from the sun under their thick leaves.
It was a beautiful place-wild, untouched, above all untouched, with an alien, disturbing, secret loveliness. And it kept its secret. I'd find myself thinking, 'What I see is nothing-I want what it hides-that is not nothing.' (查看原文)
When night comes, and she has had several drinks and sleeps, it is easy to take the keys. I know now where she keeps them. Then I open the door and walk into their world. It is, as I always knew, made of cardboard. I have seen it before somewhere, this cardboard world where everything is coloured brown or dark red or yellow that has no light in it. As I walk along the passages I wish I could see what is behind the cardboard. They tell me I am in England but I don't believe them. We lost our way to England. When? Where? I don't remember, but we lost it. Was it that evening in the cabin when he found me talking to the young man who brought me my food? I put my arms around his neck and asked him to help me. He said, 'I didn't know what to do, sir.' I smashed the glasses and plates against the... (查看原文)
非常精妙的文本,后半部分,他和她以及他和老女佣的对话语带双关,充满了弦外之音,读者可自行解读成其它关系。 在有关男人和女人,殖民者和被殖民地,强者和弱者的故事里,there's always the other side, always。 书里对西印度群岛的风光描写充满魅力,美,孤独,灵性。故...
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还没人写过短评呢
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