终极孤独 Ultimate Loneliness

看英文原著用中文写,感觉很奇怪, 于是还是给了标题一个英语的说法。

尽管昨天晚上看完觉得有很多可以写,到了今天早上就只剩下这么点了。美国资本主义和黑奴的问题就不说了, 历史书和政治书上都有,小说在PART2 copeland 医生在奖学金PARTY 上的讲话还真有GHANDI 的风范,几乎把马克思的政治经济学精华都概括了, 这些东西概括地说似乎很平民,看的我热血沸腾的……

关于小说的本质

一直到最后SINGER 为Antonapoulos自杀,我才感觉到一点类似于同性恋爱情的意思,如果单纯认为这是一部同性恋小说(似乎入选了20世界十大同性恋小说),有失偏 颇。作者并未把这段感情的归属交代清楚。一开始PART 1的写法只是表明他俩是非常好的朋友,这种亲密即使是兄弟情也可以做到,PART2 开始写Antonapoulos离开SINGER 以后singer的生活,依然只是点名SINGER 的孤独,和传统意义上的同性恋并无关系;PART3看到Antonapoulos死亡的时候我的心里一颤,估计着singer 离死亡也不远了,果然他自杀了。

对社会现象的批判现实主义小说。小说的线索编排比较有意思,主线是上世纪30年代-50年代美国的社会政治问 题(资本主义剥削,黑奴等),副线才是SINGER 和Antonapoulos之间的情感。而SINER与Antonapoulos的关系可以作为纵线,在这之上拥有4条横线, 即为singer和4个访者的关系。仅仅阅读PART1,很容易让读者进入同性恋感情的臆断,事实上从PART2 中部开始,作者才开始把主要笔墨都花在直截了当写美国社会问题上,而之前的所有,只是一种隐藏的伏笔。

讽刺的孤独辩证

4个访者与singer的关系是本书最大的亮点也是极具幽默和讽刺的部分。4人都把singer 神化了, 就连作者都一直站在他们的角度从一开始就把singer 描写成具有智慧冷静平静的完美人。从PART 1 一开始的描述,读者就很容易对SINGER 产生莫大的好感和好奇。

这4个访者或是对美国资本主义剥削持有改革的看法,或是对世间的家庭与爱、对人内心的洞察持有强烈的好奇,或是拥有无法实现的天赋,或是对黑人奴隶制度拥有毕生颠覆的使命;无论哪个人,因为他们内心的孤独,源自于社会本身,小说的主旨就是每个人都永远是孤独着的, 孤独是人的本质。他们把不能说话的MUTE SINGER 成为他们倾诉心灵的唯一对象。而singer,很少发表评论, 只是微笑着倾听,永远的灰色睿智的眼睛,平静的心态。这保证了他们的倾诉都是完全安全的,不会泄露的。

非常迷人的假象,如果SINGER 是一个靠吞噬灵魂存活的妖怪,估计那4人早就被吸走了全部的灵魂精华。然而,在PART2 的后半部,从singer给Antonapoulos的信中,读者才发现原来事实不是这样完美,访者所相信着的SINGER , 或者读者也已经相信着的singer 并不理解大部分访者说的话。换一个方式说, SINGER 只是在倾听,却不完全明白他们和他们对自己的信任,他又他的迷茫和困惑却无从表述。看到这里我笑了。

孤独的人总是认为找到另外一个可以倾诉的人就摆脱了孤独,却不知如若倾诉的人不懂他 们, 他们仍旧孤独,终极孤独。

同样,Antonapoulos也并不理解singer,他们一起生活十年,Antonapoulos只是关注食物和享受,从不真正体会singer对他的依恋和情感。singer 的可悲在于过多的人盲目地以他为摆脱孤独重拾平静的依靠而他自己本身却始终孤独无法自拔。

小说的PART3 是我非常喜欢的一部分,用通常的话说就是“简洁明了,点明主旨,升华主题”。Singer 的孤独始终伴随他, 即使他自杀了,他仍旧孤独,因为他所牵挂的Antonapoulos 从未理解他。4个访客分别有了新的生活,或者说选择了他们的生活。黑人医生终于因为年迈而无法纠结于黑人推翻白人的历史使命,JAKE 终于在清醒的理智中找到下一个目标,MICK 失去了INSIDE ROOM ,变得更成熟,BIFF 在彷徨和自我对话中迎来日出。他们的改变和继续是社会本身造成的,如果没有singer,他们的生活会不会有所不同?singer在他们的生命中来了又去,来的时候带来惊喜和安慰,走的时候带走所有他们想象中的心灵慰藉。如果说唯一的影响,那就是,他们都学会了平静面对生活赐予的一切。

Peace。这是singer在他们生命中的印迹。

书摘:

Therefore if this difference was not in the body it was probably in the mind.

There are those who know and those who don’t know. And for every ten thousand who don’t know there’s only one who knows. That’s the miracle of all time—the fact that these millions know so much but don’t know this. It’s like in the fifteenth century when everybody believed the world was flat and only Columbus and a few other fellows knew the truth.

But it’s different in that it took talent to figure that the earth is round. While this truth is so obvious it’s a miracle of all history that people don’t know. You savvy.

He was thinking that in nearly every person there was some special physical part kept always guarded.

Some things you just naturally want to keep private. Not because they are bad, but because you just want them secret.

Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them。

Resentment is the most precious flower of poverty.

Dark suits me.

But say a man does know. He sees the world as it is and he looks back thousands of years to see how it all come about.

He watched the slow agglutination of capital and power and he sees its pinnacle today. He sees America as a crazy house. He sees how men have to rob their brothers in order to live. He sees children starving and women working sixty hours a week to get to eat. He sees a whole damn army of unemployed and billions of dollars and thousands of miles of land wasted. He sees war coming. He sees how when people suffer just so much they get mean and ugly and something dies in them. But the main thing he sees is that the whole system of the world is built on a lie. And although it’s as plain as the shining sun—the don’t-knows have lived with that lie so long they just can’t see it.

Ye shall eat the flesh of the mighty, and drink the blood of the princes of the earth.

And how can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

One Response to “终极孤独 Ultimate Loneliness”

  1. 拜读了呵呵

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