追风筝的人是真实的吗 残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(22)

残忍而美丽的情谊:The Kite Runner 追风筝的人(22)  

I read it to him in the living room by the marble fireplace. No playful straying from the words this time; this was about me! Hassan was the perfect audience in many ways
totally immersed in the tale
his face shifting with the changing tones in the story. When I read the last sentence
he made a muted clapping sound with his hands.
"Mashallah
Amir agha. Bravo!"He was beaming.
"You liked it?"I said
getting my second taste--and how sweet it was--of a positive review.
"你喜欢它吗?"我说。得到第二次称赞，真是太甜蜜了。
"Some day
Inshallah
you will be a great writer
"Hassan said. "And people all over the world will read your stories."
"You exaggerate
Hassan
"I said
loving him for it.
"No. You will be great and famous
"he insisted. Then he paused
as if on the verge of adding something. He weighed his words and cleared his throat. "But will you permit me to ask a question about the story?"he said shyly.
"Of course."
"Well..."he started
broke off.
"Tell me
Hassan
"I said. I smiled
though suddenly the insecure writer in me wasn't so sure he wanted to hear it.
"Well
"he said
"if I may ask
why did the man kill his wife? In fact
why did he ever have to feel sad to shed tears? Couldn't he have just smelled an onion?"
I was stunned. That particular point
so obvious it was utterly stupid
hadn't even occurred to me. I moved my lips soundlessly. It appeared that on the same night I had learned about one of writing's objectives
irony
I would also be introduced to one of its pitfalls: the Plot Hole. Taught by Hassan
of all people. Hassan who couldn't read and had never written a single word in his entire life. A voice
cold and dark
suddenly whispered in my ear
"What does he know
that illiterate Hazara? He'll never be anything but a cook. How dare he criticize you?"
"Well
"I began. But I never got to finish that sentence.
Because suddenly Afghanistan changed forever.