双语名著·追风筝的人 The Kite Runner(99)

12岁的阿富汗富家少爷阿米尔与仆人哈桑情同手足。然而，在一场风筝比赛后，发生了一件悲惨不堪的事，阿米尔为自己的懦弱感到自责和痛苦，逼走了哈桑，不久，自己也跟随父亲逃往美国。

成年后的阿米尔始终无法原谅自己当年对哈桑的背叛。为了赎罪，阿米尔再度踏上暌违二十多年的故乡，希望能为不幸的好友尽最后一点心力，却发现一个惊天谎言，儿时的噩梦再度重演，阿米尔该如何抉择?

故事如此残忍而又美丽，作者以温暖细腻的笔法勾勒人性的本质与救赎，读来令人荡气回肠。

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BECAUSE SORAYA AND I never had an engagement period, much of what I learned about the Taheris I learned after I married into their family. For example, I learned that, once a month, the general suffered from blinding migraines that lasted almost a week. When the headaches struck, the general went to his room, undressed, turned off the light, locked the door, and didn’t come out until the pain subsided. No one was allowed to go in, no one was allowed to knock. Eventually, he would emerge, dressed in his gray suit once more, smelling of sleep and bedsheets, his eyes puffy and bloodshot. I learned from Soraya that he and Khanum Taheri had slept in separate rooms for as long as she could remember. I learned that he could be petty, such as when he’d take a bite of the _qurma_ his wife placed before him, sigh, and push it away. “I’ll make you something else,” Khanum Taheri would say, but he’d ignore her, sulk, and eat bread and onion. This made Soraya angry and her mother cry. Soraya told me he took antide pressants. I learned that he had kept his family on welfare and had never held a job in the U.S., preferring to cash government-issued checks than degrading himself with work unsuitable for a man of his stature--he saw the flea market only as a hobby, a way to socialize with his fellow Afghans. The general believed that, sooner or later, Afghanistan would be freed, the monarchy restored, and his services would once again be called upon. So every day, he donned his gray suit, wound his pocket watch, and waited.
I learned that Khanum Taheri--whom I called Khala Jamila now--had once been famous in Kabul for her enchanting singing voice. Though she had never sung professionally, she had had the talent to--I learned she could sing folk songs, ghazals, even raga, which was usually a man’s domain. But as much as the general appreciated listening to music--he owned, in fact, a considerable collection of classical ghazal tapes by Afghan and Hindi singers--he believed the performing of it best left to those with lesser reputations. That she never sing in public had been one of the general’s conditions when they had married. Soraya told me that her mother had wanted to sing at our wedding, only one song, but the general gave her one of his looks and the matter was buried. Khala Jamila played the lotto once a week and watched Johnny Carson every night. She spent her days in the garden, tending to her roses, geraniums, potato vines, and orchids.
When I married Soraya, the flowers and Johnny Carson took a backseat. I was the new delight in Khala Jamila’s life. Unlike the general’s guarded and diplomatic manners--he didn’t correct me when I continued to call him “General Sahib”--Khala Jamila made no secret of how much she adored me. For one thing, I listened to her impressive list of maladies, something the general had long turned a deaf ear to. Soraya told me that, ever since her mother’s stroke, every flutter in her chest was a heart attack, every aching joint the onset of rheumatoid arthritis, and every twitch of the eye another stroke. I remember the first time Khala Jamila mentioned a lump in her neck to me. “I’ll skip school tomorrow and take you to the doctor,” I said, to which the general smiled and said, “Then you might as well turn in your books for good, bachem. Your khala’s medical charts are like the works of Rumi: They come in volumes.”

由于我和索拉雅没有经历过订婚期，我对塔赫里一家的了解，多半是来自婚后。例如，将军患有严重的偏头痛，每月发作一次，持续将近一个星期。当头痛难忍的时候，将军到自己的房间去，脱光衣服，关掉电灯，把门锁上，直到疼痛消退才走出来。他不许任何人进去，不许任何人敲门。他终究会出来，穿着那身灰色的西装，散发着睡眠和床单的气味，血红的双眼浮肿。我从索拉雅口中得知，自她懂事起，将军就和塔赫里太太分房睡。我还知道他有时很小气，比如说他妻子把菜肴摆在他面前，他会尝一口，就叹着气把它推开。 “我给你做别的。”塔赫里太太会说。但他不理不睬，阴沉着脸，只顾吃面包和洋葱。这让索拉雅很恼怒，让她妈妈哭起来。索拉雅告诉我，说他服用抗抑郁的药物。我了解到他靠救济金生活，而他到了美国之后还没工作过，宁愿用政府签发的支票去换现金，也不愿自贬身份，去干那些与他地位不配的活儿。至于跳蚤市场的营生，在他看来只是个爱好，一种可以跟他的阿富汗朋友交际的方式。将军相信，迟早有一天，阿富汗会解放，君主制会恢复，而当权者会再次征召他服役。所以他每天穿上那身灰色套装，捂着怀表，等待时来运转。
我了解到塔赫里太太——现在我管她叫雅米拉阿姨——在喀布尔时，一度以美妙的歌喉闻名。虽然她从不曾得到专业训练，但她有唱歌的天赋——我听说她会唱民歌、情歌，甚至还会唱“拉格”，[Raga，印度的一种传统音乐]这可通常是男人才唱的。可是，尽管将军非常喜欢听音乐——实际上，他拥有大量阿富汗和印度歌星演唱的经典情歌磁带，他认为演唱的事情最好还是留给那些地位低下的人去做。他们结婚的时候，将军的条款之一就是，她永远不能在公开场合唱歌。索拉雅告诉我，她妈妈本来很想在我们的婚礼上高歌一曲，只唱一首，但将军冷冷地盯了她一眼，这事就不了了之。雅米拉阿姨每周买一次彩票，每晚看强尼?卡森 [Johnny Carson（19252005），美国著名电视节目主持人]的节目。白天她在花园里劳动，照料她的蔷薇、天竺葵、土豆藤和胡姬花。
我和索拉雅结婚之后，花草和强尼?卡森不再那么受宠了。我成了雅米拉阿姨生活中的新欢。跟将军防人之心甚强的外交手腕——我继续喊他“将军大人”，他甚至都没纠正我——不同，雅米拉阿姨毫不掩饰她有多么喜欢我。首先，她细数身上病痛的时候，我总是专心聆听，而将军对此充耳不闻。索拉雅告诉我，自从她母亲中风之后，每次心悸都是心脏病，每一处关节疼痛都是风湿关节炎发作，每一次眼跳都是中风。我记得第一次，雅米拉阿姨给我看她脖子上的肿块。“明天我会逃课，带你去看医生。”我说。将军笑着说：“那么，你干脆退学不去上课算了，我的孩子，你阿姨的病历就像鲁米的著作，厚厚好几册呢。”