Ïî èäåå, ó ìåíÿ íåò âðåìåíè íà ÷òåíèå íå ïî äåëó, íî èíîãäà ÿ ñðûâàþñü, è îáû÷íî ýòî ïðîèñõîäèò ïî íî÷àì. Òàê ÷òî ñåãîäíÿ íî÷íîé ëèòåðàòóðíûé æîð, íàêîíåö-òî ïðèâåë ìåíÿ ê ðîìàíó, êîòîðûé äàâíî õîòåëîñü ïðî÷åñòü. The collector Äæîíà Ôàóëçà. Ïîêà ÷èòàþ ÷àñòü îò ëèöà Ôåðäèíàíäà, ïåðâàÿ àññîöèàöèÿ - ×àðëè Ãîðäîí. Âòîðàÿ: ïî-ïðåæíåìó, ×àðëè, òîëüêî êàêîé-òî íåïðàâèëüíûé, êàê â êðèâîì çåðêàëå. Ìèðàíäà äàæå â ðàññêàçå îò åãî ëèöà ðàçäðàæàåò, íî è åå ìîæíî ïîíÿòü, îí ÿâíî â ðîò åé ñìîòðèò, íè÷åãî åé íå ñäåëàåò, íî è íå âûïóñòèò, êàê óæå èçâåñòíî. Åñòü îùóùåíèå, ÷òî îí ñàì ñâîåãî ðîäà áàíêà â áàíêå. Ïðè÷åì, ïóñòàÿ â ïóñòîé. Ñàìîå ìåðçêîå, ýòî, ïîæàëóé èìåííî åãî ÷åðñòâîñòü è âíóòðåííÿÿ ïóñòîòà, ÷åì-òî íàïîìèíàåò óìñòâåííî îòñòàëîãî ðåáåíêà, êîòîðûé òûêàåò ïàëêîé â ëÿãóøêó, ñàì íå ïîíèìàÿ, ÷òî îí äåëàåò. Õîòÿ, ëÿãóøêó, â îòëè÷èå îò Ìèðàíäû, ìíå æàëêî. Äåÿíèå åãî òàêèì óæ óæàñíûì íå êàæåòñÿ, ïî ñðàâíåíèþ ñ òîé æå êíèãîé Íàòàøè Êàìïóø, ãäå áûëî âñå ñîâñåì èíà÷å, êóäà áîëåå æåñòîêî, ñ ðåáåíêîì, è íà ñàìîì äåëå. Çäåñü æå çíàåøü, ÷òî õîòü òàêèõ êîëëåêöèîíåðîâ è ñóùåñòâóåò ñêîëüêî-òî â ýòîì ìèðå, íî âñå æå äàííàÿ êíèãà - âûìûñåë.
×èòàþ íà àíãëèéñêîì, ïàðó ïîíðàâèâøèõñÿ êóñî÷êîâ:
È õî÷åòñÿ òóò äîáàâèòü: òàê ÷òî òû òîæå áóäåøü ìåðòâîé.“They’re dead,” She gave me a funny look sideways. “Not these particularly. All photos. When you draw something
it lives and when you photograph it it dies.”
- It’s like a record, I said.
“Yes. All dry and dead.” Well I was going to argue, but she went on, she said, “These are clever. They’re good
photographs as photographs go.”
- After a bit I said, I’d like to take some pictures of you.
Íî â öåëîì, îçíàêîìèâøèñü â ñîäåðæàíèåì ðîìàíîâ Ôàóëçà, Âîëõâ - ýòî ñâîåãî ðîäà ìàñò ðèä, à âîò âñå îñòàëüíîå - âðÿä ëè, õîòÿ íà äàííîì ýòàïå ìíå î÷åíü íðàâèòñÿ, êàê àâòîð, òàê ñêàçàòü, ïîðàáîòàë ñ òåêñòîì, è ÷òî ÷åðåç íåãî ïåðåäàåò. È âîîáùå êíèãà èç òîé êàòåãîðèè, êîòîðàÿ äëÿ ìåíÿ ïîõîæà íà âîçäóõ.Then she said, “You want to lean on me. I can feel it. I expect it’s your mother. You’re looking for your mother.”
- I don’t believe in all that stuff, I said.
“We’d never be any good together. We both want to lean.”
- You could lean on me financially, I said.
“And you on me for everything else? God forbid.”




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