雙語(yǔ)名著·追風(fēng)箏的人 The Kite Runner(102)

12歲的阿富汗富家少爺阿米爾與仆人哈桑情同手足。然而，在一場(chǎng)風(fēng)箏比賽后，發(fā)生了一件悲慘不堪的事，阿米爾為自己的懦弱感到自責(zé)和痛苦，逼走了哈桑，不久，自己也跟隨父親逃往美國(guó)。

成年后的阿米爾始終無(wú)法原諒自己當(dāng)年對(duì)哈桑的背叛。為了贖罪，阿米爾再度踏上暌違二十多年的故鄉(xiāng)，希望能為不幸的好友盡最后一點(diǎn)心力，卻發(fā)現(xiàn)一個(gè)驚天謊言，兒時(shí)的噩夢(mèng)再度重演，阿米爾該如何抉擇?

故事如此殘忍而又美麗，作者以溫暖細(xì)膩的筆法勾勒人性的本質(zhì)與救贖，讀來(lái)令人蕩氣回腸。

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I sold Baba’s VW bus and, to this day, I have not gone back to the flea market. I would drive to his gravesite every Friday, and, sometimes, I’d find a fresh bouquet of freesias by the headstone and know Soraya had been there too.
Soraya and I settled into the routines--and minor wonders-- of married life. We shared toothbrushes and socks, passed each other the morning paper. She slept on the right side of the bed, I preferred the left. She liked fluffy pillows, I liked the hard ones. She ate her cereal dry, like a snack, and chased it with milk.
I got my acceptance at San Jose State that summer and declared an English major. I took on a security job, swing shift at a furniture warehouse in Sunnyvale. The job was dreadfully boring, but its saving grace was a considerable one: When everyone left at 6 P.M. and shadows began to crawl between aisles of plastic-covered sofas piled to the ceiling, I took out my books and studied. It was in the Pine-Sol-scented office of that furniture warehouse that I began my first novel.
Soraya joined me at San Jose State the following year and enrolled, to her father’s chagrin, in the teaching track.
“I don’t know why you’re wasting your talents like this,” the general said one night over dinner. “Did you know, Amir jan, that she earned nothing but A’s in high school?” He turned to her. “An intelligent girl like you could become a lawyer, a political scientist. And, _Inshallah_, when Afghanistan is free, you could help write the new constitution. There would be a need for young talented Afghans like you. They might even offer you a ministry position, given your family name.”
I could see Soraya holding back, her face tightening. “I’m not a girl, Padar. I’m a married woman. Besides, they’d need teachers too.”
“Anyone can teach.”
“Is there any more rice, Madar?” Soraya said.
After the general excused himself to meet some friends in Hayward, Khala Jamila tried to console Soraya. “He means well,” she said. “He just wants you to be successful.”
“So he can boast about his attorney daughter to his friends. Another medal for the general,” Soraya said.
“Such nonsense you speak!”

我賣(mài)掉爸爸的大眾巴士，時(shí)至今日，我再也沒(méi)回到跳蚤市場(chǎng)去。每逢周五，我會(huì)開(kāi)車(chē)到墓地去，有時(shí)，我發(fā)現(xiàn)墓碑上擺著一束新鮮的小蒼蘭，就知道索拉雅剛剛來(lái)過(guò)。索拉雅和我的婚姻生活變得波瀾不興，像例行公事。我們共用牙刷和襪子，交換著看晨報(bào)。她睡在床的右邊，我喜歡睡在左邊。她喜歡松軟的枕頭，我喜歡硬的。她喜歡像吃點(diǎn)心那樣干吃早餐麥片，然后用牛奶送下。
那年夏天，我接到圣荷塞州立大學(xué)的錄取通知，主修英文。我在桑尼維爾找到一份保安工作，輪班看守太陽(yáng)谷某家家具倉(cāng)庫(kù)。工作極其無(wú)聊，但也帶來(lái)相當(dāng)?shù)暮锰帲合挛缌c(diǎn)之后，人們統(tǒng)統(tǒng)離開(kāi)，倉(cāng)庫(kù)的沙發(fā)堆至天花板，一排排蓋著塑料覆膜，陰影爬上它們之間的通道，我掏出書(shū)本學(xué)習(xí)。正是在家具倉(cāng)庫(kù)那間彌漫著松香除臭劑的辦公室，我開(kāi)始創(chuàng)作自己的第一本小說(shuō)。
第二年，索拉雅也跟著進(jìn)了圣荷塞州立大學(xué)，主修教育，這令她父親大為光火。
“我搞不懂你干嗎要這樣浪費(fèi)自己的天分，”某天用過(guò)晚飯后，將軍說(shuō)，“你知道嗎，親愛(ài)的阿米爾，她念高中的時(shí)候所有課程都得優(yōu)秀？”他轉(zhuǎn)向她，“像你這樣的聰明女孩，應(yīng)該去當(dāng)律師，當(dāng)政治科學(xué)家。并且，奉安拉之名，阿富汗重獲
自由之后，你可以幫忙起草新的憲法。像你這樣聰明的年輕阿富汗人大有用武之地。他們甚至?xí)屇惝?dāng)大臣，旌表你的家族?！?br />我看到索拉雅身子一縮，繃緊了臉。“我又不是女孩，爸爸。我是結(jié)了婚的婦女。還有，他們也需要教師?！?br />“誰(shuí)都可以當(dāng)教師。”
“還有米飯嗎，媽媽?zhuān)俊彼骼耪f(shuō)。在將軍找借口去海沃德看望朋友之后，雅米拉阿姨試著安慰索拉雅。
“他沒(méi)有惡意，”她說(shuō)，“他只是希望你出人頭地?！?br />“那么他便可以跟他的朋友吹牛啦，說(shuō)他有個(gè)當(dāng)律師的女兒。又是一個(gè)軍功章?！彼骼耪f(shuō)。
“胡說(shuō)八道！”