2023年8月6日

本书摘录:“我的名字是虹膜”白兰度Skyhorse 8月6日,2023 / 25点/ CBS新闻我们可以接收一个附属委员会本文从你买。白兰度Skyhorse反乌托邦的社会讽刺”我的名字是虹膜”(西蒙&舒斯特尔,一个最重要的全球分工),获奖的最新小说的作者“回声公园的麦当娜,”一个墨西哥女人面临反移民耻辱通过硅谷技术的扩散,为仇恨所影响的暴力,一个神秘的墙地面在前院中发展出来的。读下面的摘录。葬礼之后,两个小女孩,9岁和7,陪同他们悲痛欲绝的母亲回家。自然也他们悲痛欲绝;但话又说回来,他们不知道他们的父亲很好,并没有非常喜欢他。他是一个飞行员,他们会喜欢它,当他不在工作;请注意小女孩,他们会拿起暗示,他也喜欢。这是在年代,当空中旅行还应该是迷人的。菲利普·里昂BOAC飞747年代跨越大西洋,直到他死于心脏病——幸运的是,他在空气中,但在地面上,平凡地吃早餐在纽约一家酒店的房间里。 The airline had flown him home free of charge. All the girls' concentration was on their mother, Marlene, who couldn't cope. Throughout the funeral service she didn't even cry; she was numb, huddled in her black Persian-lamb coat, petite and soft and pretty in dark glasses, with muzzy liquorice-brown hair and red Sugar Date lipstick. Her daughters suspected that she had a very unclear idea of what was going on. It was January, and a patchy sprinkling of snow lay over the stone-cold ground and the graves, in a bleak impersonal cemetery in the Thames Valley. Marlene had apparently never been to a funeral before; the girls hadn't either, but they picked things up quickly. They had known already from television, for instance, that their mother ought to wear dark glasses to the graveside, and they'd hunted for sunglasses in the chest of drawers in her bedroom: which was suddenly their terrain now, liberated from the possibility of their father's arriving home ever again. Lulu had bounced on the peach candlewick bedspread while Charlotte went through the drawers. During the various fascinating stages of the funeral ceremony, the girls were aware of their mother peering surreptitiously around, unable to break with her old habit of expecting Philip to arrive, to get her out of this. –Your father will be here soon, she used to warn them, vaguely and helplessly, when they were running riot, screaming and hurtling around the bungalow in some game or other. The reception after the funeral was to be at their nanna's place, Philip's mother's. Charlotte could read the desperate pleading in Marlene's eyes, fixed on her now, from behind the dark lenses. –Oh no, I can't, Marlene said to her older daughter quickly, furtively. – I can't meet all those people. Excerpt from "After the Funeral and Other Stories" by Tessa Hadley, copyright 2023 by Tessa Hadley. Published by Knopf, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved. Get the book here: