读《檀香刑》

一直没有怎么读过莫言,恍惚中就“中了”诺贝尔文学奖,对于中国的文学史简直是一个悲欣交集的事件,然而对于我,一个文学专业7年的学生,没有读过莫言是不是就只剩下悲了。外国文学!外国文学!我总是这样找着不同的借口。这本书不能算是断断续续读完的,至少也是在有时间的时候一气呵成,因为才发现,本以为平淡无奇、一眼看去一马平川的后殖民文学竟然跌宕起伏到让我放不下手。在德语里,这个叫做Schmöker.是不是该谈谈后殖民主义文学的兴起?可这样就又感觉一脚踏入了寡淡的老生常谈。Post-Colonial Post-Colonial !好了,算是谈过了。一直反对贴标签,但实际上任何学术的评价都免不了贴标签以显示自己的博学广知。

除了每一个字、每一个细节都让人感同身受的檀香刑以外,猫腔确实抢去了大半风头。德国人倒是似乎可以被任何一个外族替换。想起了秦腔,想起了莲花落,想起来众多地方戏曲。那些都是文化,现在打着灯笼都难找的文化,在书里的那个年代或许正蓬勃着,越是压制,就越蓬勃。在外这么多年,每每回家,爸爸开车经过黄土高原,穿越山西,总会觉得,无论怎样,黄土高原就是我的家。虽然我听不太懂他们的方言,虽然我不曾感受那隔着垄子一嗓子民歌的豪迈,但是黄土和寸草不生似乎都让我觉得亲切。这里写的是山东的故事,胶州半岛的抵抗。从未踏足齐鲁大地的我身上也流淌着山东人的血液,蓬莱仙境的魂灵,这样的mix足矣让我暗自骄傲一番。

檀香刑和凌迟等书中提到的各种刑罚让我觉得中国人五千年历史里的残忍和暴虐其实应该一直是一个早期并继续发展的现实主义无神论倾向。檀香刑的Beauty之处就在于它不会让受刑者立即死去,而我们一如既往地认为立即死去其实是非常幸福的事情。越是折磨,越是受尽人间苦难,才越是显示了对于死亡的认同。因为死了,就什么都没有了。这种没有是一种消逝和撒手,是解放,但同时,也是失去了感知和思考、体会痛苦的能力。那自然,唯物主义就更容易在后期被接受了。

接下来或许会读一下英文的翻译版本,因为猫腔的美妙和当时白话押韵让莫言表现得恰到好处,不知道怎样的翻译可以做到最大程度的还原和保留。

The sank cruise ship for more mourning 

It has already become an annual thing. Lightening the candle, for the death, the present, the past and the future. Been labeled as a pessimistic is burdenless, don’t you feel more free in that way? Being an optimist requires way more energy and much less wisdom. We could not predict future, because the most unpredictable thing is people’s mind. Here lies the meaning of individual, the emphasis of the renaissance, and the value that been striped away long enough.

Magazines are talking about separate identities between Hong Kongers and Chinese Mainlanders, and of course, how to build up a common identity, as Chinese. Sensitive?  Cultural shock? Post-Colonial? Many balls in the air, so it depends on the clown, right?

Hong Kong is not the only place for candles, The Economist made a mistake. One hour jet-boated away, an island bears only casinos could also bear candles. Among all the gamblers, slot machine sounds, faith and loathing like in Vegas, there are candles, songs, and as well as mournings.

Candle is for romantic matters only. No! It could also be an aroma therapy. Holding the candle singing “Sailor”‘s melody with altered lyrics with tears in the eye and throat smothered. SARS probably is only an excuse for wearing masks. Sanitation in people’s mind. Masks or Sunglasses serve the same purpose. They help the human organs hiding behind the reality they perceive. Reactions might be vary, but the action is the same — hiding.

Candles bring us fire, light and in some circumstances, fragrance. Don’t you feel more peaceful in front of candles rather than neon or lime lights? Admit it. Sometimes, the primitive things connect easier to your instinct. For example, touch screen. One of our instinct is touching everything with our fingers, truth! Smart phone offers us this solution and it opens the digital world. But fire also connects with arsonist. Then, you think about water! Two natural “disaster” could devour us.

Therefore, mourning for the 400+ missing people in the latest Eastern Star Cruise Ship sank. Life is vulnerable. Is that why individuals are not valued that much? Maybe scholars should let people know what’s it like in Utopia. People are irritated, but getting more and more understandable. Thoughtful. Public intellectuals are accused for accusing the authority, and vise versa. Their existence give you the opportunity to look what you’ve done in a self criticizing sense, don’t they?

How do people differentiate complaining and questioning?

Media are out there like vultures. It scares me a bit. Trying to read news from various sources, by the way, that doesn’t guarantee me getting the genuine information. Not even the family members of the missing, why would I? Last year, Korean ship Sewol sank causing lots of people’s death including many students. CNN said the captain has been sentenced to life in prison (the news here), however, Reuters says the Korean captain was sentenced to 36 years in jail (the news here). A long way to go for the Media, but not only the media.

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雨如洒

窗外雨潺潺,春意阑珊。

雨在以色列这样的地方本就少见,而这样安静的雨夜,就更是鲜有了。每每遇到这样的时候,谈不上万籁俱寂,却也没有车水马龙的嘈杂声,整个人都可以安静下来。今天,唯有不同的是,停电了。

电,现在已经是只有在停电的时候才会意识到人们对于电的依赖是多么大。没有电,天色暗下来的时候,人们就要随之黯淡,猛然间回到“日出而作,日落而息”的日子,相信现代人没有几个能习惯的。

孑然一身,无所适从了半个小时之后,从抽屉里找出了八支小蜡烛,一个个地点了起来。落地窗外,雨势凶猛,风拍打着百叶窗,像是有个人在阳台要破门而入。

山雨欲来风满楼。

可惜这里不是什么山,而是以科技著称的沙漠。好在,停电以后的雨夜并不在乎什么科技,一切人工雕琢的痕迹在自然的作息面前都显得无知而张扬。觉得现在正是读词的时候,知道情景不相宜,但是,看看身边的蜡烛,发着微弱的火光,总是要想古时候的人是怎么打发时间的。从小,一直这样想。

年少莫还乡,还乡须断肠。

是韦庄的词。前几个月偶然读到,因为是仿宋本,所以记得格外清楚。韦庄那时候是怎样的心境写得这样的词句呢。年少,故在外远游,心却牵挂家乡,却知家乡战乱,那韦庄其实说得是一个懦弱不敢面对的人吧?他不是在逃避么?

黄金追欢,白璧买笑。

在等着来电的一刹那,以往在家总要欢呼一下的。黑暗中,眼睛虽得到了休息,头脑却没有停下来的意思。眼前是被黑魆魆的现实所包围了,可不知怎么地,头脑却硬要我看见澳门这座不夜城的光辉。那里,可从未停过电。我看到一座座赌场,灯火通明在这座城面前是多么浅薄,这座城压根不懂得黑暗。闪烁的霓虹曾经是每天进出的背景,也曾仰望钻天的高楼,聆听各种赌台、角子机的声音,但身在其中时,从不觉得这个人为的、醉生梦死的世界有多么乖张、暴戾!如此说,是因为这个世界已经侵入了我的头脑,用一种看似丰满、实则空洞的欲望占据了很多人的想像。

有时候不得不想,这人们就似那乌黑的乌鸦,喜欢一些晶莹剔透、闪闪发光的东西,乌鸦不会想什么其他吧,可如果人被这样的奢望占据了,也无外乎落入一种比乌鸦还可悲的人生了。

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周邦彦的这首《六丑》我总是只记得寥寥一句。可就是这样一句,总能拽着你回到那个曾经一次次猜想的年代。亭台楼阁、曲水流觞、透风漏月、推心置腹。这一切,全然不存在了。不得不承认,社会是在进步的。这是一种进步。是进步么?是。不是。其实无所谓进步,只是功名利禄之心渐厚,而忽略了其他吧。人终究是寂寞的。并非是“独在异乡为异客”式的寂寞,而是“天、地、人”般的寂寞。人被夹在其中,群魔乱舞,无所欲为。

突然,眼前一亮,冰箱又开始轰鸣。思路自此断,待续。

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