Snow
Ann Beattie
Ann Beattie (1947~),出生於美國華盛頓D.C.。1972年,她在The Western Humanities Review,發表第一篇短篇小說"A Rose for Judy Garland's Casket",1973年於The Atlantic Monthly發表第二個短篇,並獲得該刊年度一等獎。1974年起於英語世界短篇小說重鎮The New Yorker陸續發表作品,被譽為“新一代唯一的名作家”、“是當今美國小說界最值得慶賀的聲音”,其聲譽主要來自短篇小說。Ann Beattie以通俗易懂,活潑流暢的語言,新穎、簡約、冷靜、獨具一格的寫作風格,加上靈巧的反諷筆法,深刻反映1980年代之思緒氛圍,評者甚至稱1980年代為Ann Beattie的年代。當時,其文名鼎盛到家喻戶曉的程度,唯少數幾位作家如Norman Mailer、Susan Sontag及Joan Didion差堪比擬。迄今Ann Beattie共計出版9本短篇小說集和8本長篇小說。獲頒Rea短篇小說獎及PEN/Malamud獎,2004年榮膺美國藝術與人文學院院士。
I remember the cold night you brought in a pile of logs and a chipmunk1 jumped off as you lowered your arms. "What do you think you're doing in here?" you said, as it ran through the living room. It went through the library and stopped at the front door as though it knew the house well. This would be difficult for anyone to believe, except perhaps as the subject of a poem2. Our first week in the house was spent scraping3, finding some of the house's secrets, like wallpaper underneath wallpaper. In the kitchen, a pattern of white-gold trellises4 supported purple grapes as big and round as ping-pong balls. When we painted the walls yellow, I thought of the bits of grape that remained underneath and imagined the vine popping through, the way some plants can tenaciously push through anything.5 The day of the big snow, when you had to shovel the walk and couldn't find your cap and asked me how to wind a towel so that it would stay on your head6—you, in the white towel turban, like a crazy king of snow. People liked the idea of our being together, leaving the city for the country. So many people visited, and the fireplace made all of them want to tell amazing stories7: the child who happened to be standing on the right corner when the door of the ice cream truck came open and hundreds of popsicles crashed out8; the man standing on the beach, sand sparkling in the sun, one bit glinting more than the rest, stooping to find a diamond ring9. Did they talk about amazing things because they thought we'd turn into one of them? Now I think they probably guessed it wouldn't work.10 It was as hopeless as giving a child a matched cup and saucer. Remember the night out on the lawn, knee deep in snow, chins pointed at the sky as the wind whirled down all that whiteness? It seemed that the world had been turned upside down, and we were looking into an enormous field of Queen Anne's lace11. Later, headlights off, our car was the first to ride through the newly fallen snow. The world outside the car looked solarized. 12