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Soul Mountain (chinese)
Название: Soul Mountain (chinese)
Автор: Xingjian Gao
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"Soul Mountain is one of those singular literary creations that seem impossible to compare with anything but themselves… In the writing of Gao Xingjian literature is born anew from the struggle of the individual to survive the history of the masses."

– from the citation of the Nobel Prize committee of the Swedish Academy

When this year's Nobel Prize for Literature was awarded to Chinese expatriate novelist and playwright Gao Xingjian, few in the English-speaking West were familiar with his work. Gao's masterpiece, SOUL MOUNTAIN (PerfectBound, an e-book from HarperCollins; February 20, 2001; $19.95), is a dazzling kaleidoscope of fiction, philosophy, history and fable. Elegantly translated by Australian sinologist Mabel Lee, this richly textured autobiographical novel recounts a dual journey-a literal journey into the heart of China and a spiritual journey of the self.

When Gao was 43, he was incorrectly diagnosed with lung cancer. Resigned to death by the same means that had claimed his father just a few years before, Gao spent six weeks indulging his appetites and reading philosophy. The spot on Gao's lung mysteriously disappeared, but a new threat arose when rumors began to circulate that he was to be sent to a prison farm because of his controversial writings. No longer facing imminent death, the writer quickly left Beijing and disappeared into the remote forest regions of Sichuan, then spent five months wandering along the Yangtze River from its source down to the coast. Gao's 15,000 kilometer sojourn forms the geographic parameters of the fictional journey in SOUL MOUNTAIN.

While on a train at the start of his trip, the writer protagonist meets another traveler who says he is going to Lingshan, "soul mountain," which can be found by the remote source of the You River. The writer has never heard of such a place, and he resolves to go there, but his fellow traveler can give him none but the vaguest directions. Thus begins a metaphoric odyssey into the hinterlands of China and the outlying Qiang, Miao and Yi districts that dangle on the fringes of Han Chinese civilization.

The writer is in search of the traditions that are hidden in rural China, and as he travels he encounters a parade of unforgettable characters who embody both vestiges of the past-Daoist masters, Buddhist monks, ancient calligraphers-and the modern culture that has surfaced since the revolution: small town communist cadres, budding entrepreneurs, independent young girls grappling with parochial repression. The two worlds exist uneasily as one, with stories and customs from centuries past colliding with a world of televisions, automobiles, and technology. All is permeated by the dark legacy of the Cultural Revolution, the encroachment of ecological damage, and the harsh monetary realities of everyday life in contemporary China.

SOUL MOUNTAIN is a dazzling work of the imagination, where classic fables merge with tales of modern cruelty and ancient philosophy does battle with existentialism. But Gao goes deeper still as he explores notions of the devastation of the self at the hands of social expectations. He continually shifts his narrative voice as the "I" of the writer becomes the "you" of an imagined companion, then the "she" of a woman companion. Yet all reflects back on the protagonist, who craves these two seemingly contradictory ends-the solitude necessary for nurturing the self and the anxiety-provoking warmth of human society.

Gao began this novel in the mid-eighties, then carried the manuscript with him when he fled China in 1987. Now living in Paris, he completed the book there in 1989. His writings continue to be banned in his native country. As Gao's work at last gains the public's attention here in the West, SOUL MOUNTAIN provides a dazzling introduction to the achievement of one of contemporary literature's acknowledged masters.

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  村口那棵乌柏树霜打过了,叶子变得深红,树下依锄站着个面色死灰的男人。你问他这叫什么村子?他两眼直勾勾望着你,不作回答。你转身对她说这家伙是盗墓的,她忍不住直笑。等走过了,她在耳边也对你说,是水银中毒的缘故。你说他盗墓时在墓道里待得太久,两人一伙,另一个中毒死了,就剩下他还活着。

  你说,他太爷一辈就干的这个,他太爷的太爷也干这行,这行当只要祖上有人干过,洗手也难。又木橡抽鸦片,到头来倾家荡产,盗墓的却无本万利,只要狠下心来,下得了手,捞着一回,世世代代跟着上痫。你对她这般说着,好生快活。她挽住你手,也百依百顺。

  你说他太爷的太爷的太爷,那时候乾隆皇帝出巡,各地官员谁不巴结圣上?千方百计不是挑选当地的美女,就收罗前朝的珍宝。他太爷的太爷的太爷他爸,祖上只两亩薄田,农忙下田,闲时熬他几斤糖稀,染上各种颜色,做成糖人挑副担子去远近村镇上叫卖。做个小娃娃的鸡巴叫子,做个猪八戒背媳妇,又能有好大的赚头?他太爷的太爷的太爷小名叫李三,整天游游逛逛,无心学做精人,却开始想背媳妇那事,见妇人家就答讪,村里人又都叫他皮漏。有一天村里来了个蛇郎中,拿着竹筒、通条和铁钩子,背着个装蛇的布口袋,在坟头间乱钻。他觉得好玩,便跟上这蛇郎中,替他拿个家伙。这蛇郎中也就给他一颗黑头屎样的蛇药,让他含在嘴里,甜丝丝的,倒也清凉润嗓。跟了半个月下来,他也就看出了门道,人拿蛇是幌子,挖墓是真。这郎中也正想找个帮手,他就这样发迹了。

  这李三再回到村里来,头上戴顶黑缎子瓜皮帽,还缀了颗翡翠顶子,自然也是旧的,乌伊镇街上陈大麻子的当铺里弄来的便宜货,说的是镇上那条老街还没有被长毛烧掉的时候。他着实神气了一番,用村里人的话说,叫抖起来了,跟着就有人跨进地家门槛,向他老头子提亲。他随后讨了个小寡妇,也弄不清是那小寡妇先勾搭的地,还是他先把小寡妇弄上了手。总归,他竖起大拇指说,乌伊镇下街头那桃红灯笼的喜春堂他李三也不是没逛过,出手就一锭白花花的银子,他当然不会说那银子在墓穴里叫石灰雄黄水早浸得发黑,多亏他在鞋帮子上使劲擦了又擦。

  那墓在落凤坡东二里一个乱石岗上,雨后,有一股水直往一个洞子里流,叫他师傅发现了。洞越捅越大,从下午到天将黑时分,挖得刚能钻进一个人,自然是他先进去。爬着爬着,他奶奶的,人就掉了下去,把他的魂都吓掉了一半。泥水中居然摸到好些坛坛罐罐,一不做二不休,他统统砸了。还有一面铜镜,是他从朽得像豆腐渣样的棺材板里摸出来的,竞乌亮的木生一点铜绿,给娘儿们梳头那真叫棒。他说他要有半句谎话就是狗养的?可惜都叫他师傅那老家伙弄走了,只给了他一包银子。吃一回黑,长一回乖,摸出门道他自己也能干。

  你便来到了这村中的"李氏宗祠",门帽上有块早先的鹤鹿松梅的石刻安在这新修的门垛上。你推开虚掩的大门,立刻有个苍老的声音问你做什么?你说来看看的,廊度下的一间房里便出来了一位矮小而并不萎缩的老者,看守宗祠显然也是一分荣耀的差事。

  他说这外人不让看的,说着便推你出去。你说你也姓李,这宗族的后裔,多少年在外漂泊,如今回来看望故里。他蹩着白毛滋生的眉头,从上到下打量你一番。你问他知道不知道这村里早年有个盗墓的?他脸上的折皱加深了一层,一副叫人痛苦的表情,回忆又多半少不了痛苦,你不知道他是搜索记忆还是在努力辨认,你总之不好意思再看他这张变形了的老脸。他含糊嘟嚷了好一阵子,不敢贸然相信这穿旅游鞋而不穿麻鞋的子孙,半天终于哦哦的说出一句,不是死了吗?也不知是谁死了?总归是老子而不是儿孙。

  你说这李家的子孙在外国都发了横财,他嘴张得就更大,终于让开,弯下腰,恭恭敬敬,领你来到宗词堂下,像一个老的管家。他早先就穿的皂鞋,提着钥匙,说的是这词堂还没有改作小学校的时候,现今又改了回来,小学校倒另挪了地方。他指着出土文物样的那块横匾,漆皮剥落,可"光宗耀祖"那墨他意酣的楷书却毫不含糊。横匾下方有个铁钩,当然是挂宗谱的地方,只不过平时不拿出来张挂,归村长他老爹保存。

  你说那是抹在黄绿于上一幅中堂样的卷轴,他说一点不错,一点不错。土改分田时烧掉了一回,后来又偷偷重修了一张,藏在阁楼上,清查成份的那阵子拆了楼板搜了出来,又烧了一回。现今这张还是李氏三兄弟凭记忆拼凑,找到小学校的老师毛娃儿他爸新修的,毛娃儿也已经有八岁的闺女了,还想要个儿子。现今不是生育都要计划吗?生第二个罚款不说,户口都不给上!你说可不是吗,又说你想看看这张宗谱。他说一准有你,一准有你,这村里姓李的人家都修了进去。还说只有三户外姓,也都娶过李家的姑娘,要不,休想在村里待住。不过外姓人总归是外姓人,而妇人家一概都上不了这谱。

  你说这你都明白,唐太宗李世民做皇帝之前就有了这姓氏,这村里的李家且不去牵扯是不是皇亲,祖上当将军和司马的可大有人在,不是只出盗墓的人。

  从饲堂出来你就被小娃儿们围住,不知打那儿冒出来的,一十好几。你走到哪里,他们跟到哪里,你说他们是一群跟屁虫,他们一个个都跟着傻笑。你举起相机,他们轰的就跑。只有个娃娃头站出来,说你相机里没有胶卷,你可以打开来看。这是个聪明的小子,细条个儿,像水中的白条,领着这群小鱼。

  "喂,有什么好玩的地方?"你向他发问。

  "大戏台,"他回答你说。

  "什么大戏台?"

  他们就跑进一条小巷里。你跟踪他们,巷口的屋角有块基石,刻着"泰山石敢当"的字样。你永远也弄不明白这行文字的准确含意,如今也未必有人能说得清楚,总之,这都同你童年的记忆联系在一起。在这条只容得人挑一担水桶走过的空空的小巷里,你又听见那一双赤脚拍打着洒上水迹的青石板僻僻拍拍清脆的声响。

  你穿过巷子出来,突然面对一片铺满稻草的晒场,空中弥漫一股新收割的稻草甘甜的清香。晒场的尽头果真有一个旧戏台子,用整根的木料构架的,台面有半人多高,也堆满了成捆的稻草。这群小猴子沿着柱子爬了上去,又从上面跳到晒场里,在稻草堆里翻着筋斗。

  四面通风的舞台四根大柱子撑着个飞檐跳角的大屋顶,顶上几根横梁当年想必用来挂旗旗,灯笼和要把戏的绳索,柱子和横梁都曾经有过彩绘,颁子和漆皮如今已经剥落。

  这里演过戏,杀过头,开过会,庆贺过,也有人下过跪,也有人叩过头,到收割的时候又堆满稻草,娃娃们总爬上爬下。当年也爬上爬下的娃儿们老的老了,死的死了,上了宗谱和没上宗谱的都弄不清楚,凭记忆拼凑的谱系又是否原样?有谱与无谱到头来也无甚差别,只要没高飞远走,就都得种田吃饭,剩下的又只有孩子和稻草。

  戏台对面有座庙,在砸毁了的老庙址上如今又新盖了起来,重彩夺目。朱红的大门上绘的一青一赤两位门神,手执刀斧,眼若铜铃。粉墙上墨笔写着:华光庙再建乐助录金名单开列如下:某某某一百元,某某某一百二十元,某某某一百二十五元,某某某五十元,某某某六十元,某某某二百元…最后的落款:灵岩老中青代表公布。

  你走了进去,殿内华光大帝脚下,一排老妇人或站或跪,全都一身上下青衣青裤,又都没有牙,站着的跪下,跪下的起立,纷纷烧香礼拜。这华光大帝长个光滑的脸蛋,阔脸方腮,一派福像,香烟线绕之中,显得越发慈祥。他面前的条案上还放的笔墨砚台,一副文官办公事的样子。放烛台和香炉的供桌上垂下一幅红布,用五彩丝线绣着"保国佑民"的字样。帐慢和华盖之上,一块乌黑的横匾写着"通天显应",边上有一行小字,"灵岩士民供奉",就说不清是哪年哪月留下的骨董。

  你倒是确认了这地方叫灵岩,想必就真有这么个灵异的去处,证明你奔灵山而来并没有错。

  你问这些老婆婆,她们都张着没牙的瘪嘴,发出丝丝丝丝的声音,没有一个说得清去灵芝的路。

  "在这村子边上?

  "是是斯斯…"

  "离村子不远?

  "斯斯希希…"

  "要拐个弯?

  "希希奇奇…"

  "还有二里路?

  "青奇稀稀…"

  "五里路?

  "稀稀奇奇…"

  "不是五里是七里?

  "稀是奇是稀是斯…"

  有一座石桥?没有石桥?就顺着溪涧进去?还是走大路的好?走大路就远了?绕点路心里明白?心里明白了一找就到?要紧的是心诚?心诚就灵验?灵验不灵验全在运气,有福之人无须去找?这就叫踏破铁鞋无处寻,寻来全不费功夫!说这灵岩无非是顽石一块?不好这么说的,那么该怎么说?这不好说是不好说还是不能说?就全看你了,你看她是什么模样就什么模样,你想是个美女就是个美女,心里中了邪恶就只见鬼怪。

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