格兰贝的年轻人
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马桶饼2021-03-18你或许从未来过我的家乡，但你应该知道这类小镇。国道旁的某条盆路，路尽头的某个工业区，一座拥有五间放映厅的电影院，方圆一英里内大大小小上百间酒吧。大西洋近在咫尺，海岸线蜿参差，海岬上海鸥肆虐。盛夏的傍晚，星罗棋布的牧场上弥漫着肥料的气味，牛群悠闲地抬起头，望着小伙子们驾着装有V8擎的汽车呼而过，你追我赶地疾驰在乡间小道上。我是个年轻人。镇上的年轻人不多，但这里是我们的天下。
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马桶饼2021-03-18等待的重量渐变得无法承受。在酒吧这个密闭空间里，他感到成行的尘颗粒在喉里沉积：在光线最强的地方，他可以看见在空中飞。他需要新鲜空气。他想抽支烟，但他同需要新鲜空气
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马桶饼2021-03-18梳妆台的镜框里夹着一张发黄的图片。那个矿坑。我原以为是一张安托父亲的肖像或者他拍的照片，没想到只是一张从报纸或杂志上剪下的图片。图片是彩色的，左上角配了一段外文。照片是航拍的，虽不是从正上方俯拍，高度却足以把整个矿坑收入取景框。那个矿坑确实是地面上一个巨大的洞。坑边有一个小镇，或者说是一小片低矮的建筑物，沿着矿坑的远端排布。荒凉的气息向四面弥漫开去，逐渐过渡到酷似月球表面的白垩色与暗灰色。茕茕子立的岩石，兀自飞扬的尘土。没有一个活物，没有一丝绿色。
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苏夫佳2016-03-18The TV screen is extinguished, a minute blue dot levitating in its dark centre. The draught whistles, far above her, through the black; there is no noise and it is dark everywhere. For a long moment she does not know who she is, or where she is. When it comes back to her, she calls out for her son.
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苏夫佳2016-03-18The Honda is no power racer, but watching the dimpled macadam hurtle away beneath the monocular glare of his headlight, Bat feels he is moving too fast to exist; as he dips into and leans out of the crooks and curves of the road, he becomes the crooks and curves. A bristling silence hangs over the deep adjacent acres—the pastures, woodlands and hills sprawled out all around him. It goes up and up and up, the silence, and Bat can hear it, above even the hot scream of the engine.
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苏夫佳2016-03-11Val said that he was sitting in his kecks in his kitchen at four in the morning with nothing but the usual shite having gone down at the Peacock, no change there and there likely never would be, and that no matter what had or had not happened between them he was looking forward to seeing her the next time she made it back from the moon.
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天徒想2019-11-28人们常说，冬天是为了复仇而来。今年的冬天仿佛一场漫长、冷酷而又锱铢必较的复仇。雪片源源不绝，规模前所未见。气温降到了最低点，残雪未消，新雪又至。城边小河在夜里上冻，黎明时分，冰面嘎吱响着裂成餐桌大小的冰块，棱角参差地漂向下游。汽车以十五英里的时速在街上爬行，却仍然无助地剐蹭追尾。每隔一段时间就会有孤寡老人冻死在冰窖一样的公租房里。我在学校的甬道和碎石路上撒盐，但每天还是有孩子跌倒、磕破膝盖或者扭伤手腕。流浪猫死得一只也不剩。等到道路再也无法通行时，成袋的垃圾被丢在垃圾箱里。但无论如何，我仍然坚持参加戒酒会。
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天徒想2019-11-26夜幕下的狂飙，直抵旷野深处。这辆本田虽比不上马力十足的赛车，但当巴特看着颠簸的碎石路在车灯孤悬的光柱下风驰电掣时，他感觉自身的速度已经脱离了肉体的存在；当他俯身切入弯道或是漂移过弯时，他也化身为一道弧线。身旁的广袤土地上悬浮着一种擦得出火花的寂静，它弥漫在草地、树林和山丘上，无所不在。巴特听得见它的呢喃。那声音越来越高，越来越高，直至淹没了引擎的轰鸣。等到他怀抱六罐啤酒、跳着穿越屋顶遍覆青苔的沥青瓦板时，他的神经依然迸发出火星。巴特背靠烟囱，一罐接一罐地喝酒，直到夜凉如水，寒气如刀。那时，他才会从屋顶下来，跳进卧室漆黑的窗口。