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Я из Боланьо чаще всего вспоминаю вот этот отрывок из "The Savage Detectives", точнее эту его часть: And I said: Rafael, you bastard, you stupid prick, you son of a bitch, when your friends disappear I'll still be with you, I know it, when you're left all alone and helpless, I'm the one who'll be by your side and who'll help you. Not some old bastard festering in his memories and literary quotations. And definitely not your second-rate gurus (Arturo and Ulises? he said, they aren't my gurus, you dumb gringa, they're my friends), who the way I see it are going to vanish one of these days.
Это о том, что только самым близким тебе людям есть до тебя хоть какое-то дело, как мне кажется.
И когда в следующий (и последний) раз Рафаэль и Барбара появляются в романе все произошло именно так, как предсказывала Барбара: все друзья Рафаэля исчезли, а она still by his side, и за счет нее он и живет.
С другой стороны, она его уже убить готова, так он ей осточертел: I was seething with rage, I really was, absolute fury, and I would happily have poisoned his goddamn scrambled eggs, but I restrained myself. I counted to ten. [...] And I would ask: what do you talk about with those kids? And he would say: I tell them stories, I teach them life lessons. Then we would be quiet with the TV on, each of us absorbed in our own scrambled eggs, our pieces of lettuce, our tomato slices, and I would think what life lessons are you talking about, you poor bastard, you poor jerk, what lessons did you ever learn, you pathetic leech, you pathetic loser, you fucking asshole, if it weren't for me you'd be sleeping under a bridge. But I didn't say anything, I just looked at him, and that was all. Although even my glances seemed to bother him. He would say: what are you looking at, white girl, what are you scheming? And then I would force a dumb smile, not answering, and start to clear the plates.
В общем, несколько mixed message получается.
Я из Боланьо чаще всего вспоминаю вот этот отрывок из "The Savage Detectives", точнее эту его часть: And I said: Rafael, you bastard, you stupid prick, you son of a bitch, when your friends disappear I'll still be with you, I know it, when you're left all alone and helpless, I'm the one who'll be by your side and who'll help you. Not some old bastard festering in his memories and literary quotations. And definitely not your second-rate gurus (Arturo and Ulises? he said, they aren't my gurus, you dumb gringa, they're my friends), who the way I see it are going to vanish one of these days.
Это о том, что только самым близким тебе людям есть до тебя хоть какое-то дело, как мне кажется.
И когда в следующий (и последний) раз Рафаэль и Барбара появляются в романе все произошло именно так, как предсказывала Барбара: все друзья Рафаэля исчезли, а она still by his side, и за счет нее он и живет.
С другой стороны, она его уже убить готова, так он ей осточертел: I was seething with rage, I really was, absolute fury, and I would happily have poisoned his goddamn scrambled eggs, but I restrained myself. I counted to ten. [...] And I would ask: what do you talk about with those kids? And he would say: I tell them stories, I teach them life lessons. Then we would be quiet with the TV on, each of us absorbed in our own scrambled eggs, our pieces of lettuce, our tomato slices, and I would think what life lessons are you talking about, you poor bastard, you poor jerk, what lessons did you ever learn, you pathetic leech, you pathetic loser, you fucking asshole, if it weren't for me you'd be sleeping under a bridge. But I didn't say anything, I just looked at him, and that was all. Although even my glances seemed to bother him. He would say: what are you looking at, white girl, what are you scheming? And then I would force a dumb smile, not answering, and start to clear the plates.
В общем, несколько mixed message получается.