高行健 诺贝尔文学 诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第10章Part 3

诺贝尔文学经典:《宠儿》第10章Part 3  

Denver watches as Beloved bends over
curls up and rocks. Her eyes go to no place; her moaningis so small Denver can hardly hear it.
"You all right? Beloved?"
Beloved focuses her eyes. "Over there. Her face."
Denver looks where Beloved's eyes go; there is nothing but darkness there.
"Whose face? Who is it?"
"Me. It's me."
She is smiling again.
THE LAST of the Sweet Home men
so named and called by one who would know
believed it.
The other four believed it too
once
but they were long gone. The sold one never returned
the lostone never found. One
he knew
was dead for sure; one he hoped was
because butter and clabberwas no life or reason to live it. He grew up thinking that
of all the Blacks in Kentucky
only thefive of them were men. Allowed
encouraged to correct Garner
even defy him. To invent ways ofdoing things; to see what was needed and attack it without permission. To buy a mother
choose ahorse or a wife
handle guns
even learn reading if they wanted to — but they didn't want to sincenothing important to them could be put down on paper.