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【詹姆斯·鲍德温(James Baldwin 1924- 1987):百部最佳英文小说之一《向苍天呼吁》

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【詹姆斯·鲍德温(James <wbr>Baldwin <wbr>1924- <wbr>1987):百部最佳英文小说之一《向苍天呼吁》

【詹姆斯·鲍德温(James <wbr>Baldwin <wbr>1924- <wbr>1987):百部最佳英文小说之一《向苍天呼吁》

【詹姆斯·鲍德温(James <wbr>Baldwin <wbr>1924- <wbr>1987):百部最佳英文小说之一《向苍天呼吁》

【詹姆斯·鲍德温(James <wbr>Baldwin <wbr>1924- <wbr>1987):百部最佳英文小说之一《向苍天呼吁》

GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN

   Everyone had always said that John would be a preacher when he grew up, just like his father. It has been so often that John, without ever thinking about it, had come to believe it himself. Not until the morning of his fourteenth birthday did he really begin to think about it, and by then it was already too late.
   His earliest memories—which were in a way, his only memories—were of the hurry and
brightness of Sunday mornings. They all rose together on that day; his father, who did not have to
go to work, and led them in prayer before breakfast; his mother, who dressed up on that day, and
looked almost young, with her hair straightened, and on her head the close-fitting white cap that
was the uniform of holy women; his younger brother, Roy, who was silent that day because his
father was home. Sarah, who wore a red ribbon in her hair that day, and was fondled by her father.
And the baby, Ruth, who was dressed in pink and white, and rode in her mother’s arms to church.


    接下来——remember是一个关键词。John did not remember very clearly the first time she had gone, to have Roy……he remembered only enough to be afraid every time her belly began to swell, knowing that each time the swelling began it would not end until she was taken from him, to come back with an stranger.………………………………Every Sunday morning, then, since John could remember。

   When he was young, John had paid no attention in Sunday school, and always forgot the golden text, which earned him the wrath of his father

   这一切都是泛叙。所谓泛叙,也就是主人公和人称出场之后由隐含叙述者操控为之铺开的生活世界,也就是环境描写部分。有深描,有速写,有白描,有浓墨。
   

    John’s birthday fell on a Sunday in March, in 1935. He awoke on this birthday morning with the feeling that there was menace in the air around him—that something irrevocable had occurred in him. He stared at a yellow stain on the ceiling just above his head. Roy was still smothered in the bedclothes, and his breath came and went with a small, whistling sound. There was no other sound anywhere; no one in the house was up. The neighbors’ radios were all silent, and his mother hadn’t yet risen to fix his father’s breakfast. John wondered at his panic, then wondered about the time;and then (while the yellow stain on the ceiling slowly transformed itself into a woman’s
nakedness) he remembered that it was his fourteenth birthday and that he had sinned.
   
     His first thought, nevertheless, was: ‘Will anyone remember?’ For it had happened, once or twice, that his birthday had passed entirely unnoticed, and no one had said ‘Happy Birthday,Johnny,’ or given him anything—not even his mother.【remember暴露了隐含叙述者的词语游戏

   


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