【 今週の巻頭言 】
Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.
幸福。グラス一杯のチョコレートのようにシンプルで、人の心のように複雑。苦くて、甘くて、生き生きとして。 「Chocolat ショコラ」/ジョアン・ハリス
昨年読んだ海外小説の中では、ル=グインのゲド戦記の完結編「The Other Wind」とともにもっとも強く印象に残った作品でした。
以下は小説の冒頭部分からの抜書きです。
My name is Kathy H. I’m thirty-one years old, and I’ve been a carer now for over eleven years. That sounds long enough, I know, but actually they want me to go on for another eight months, until the end of this year. That’ll make it almost exactly twelve years.(中略)
My donors have always tended to do much better than expected. Their recovery times have been impressive, and hardly any of them have been classified as “agitated”, even before fourth donation.
I suppose it was because even at that age ― we were nine or ten ― we knew just enough to make us wary of that whole territory. It’s hard now to remember just how much we knew by then. We certainly knew ― though not in any deep sense ― that we were different from our guardians, and also from the normal people outside; we perhaps even knew that a long way down the line there were donations waiting for us. But we didin’t really know what that meant. If we were keen to avoid certain topics, it was probably more because it embarrassed us.
読後、キャシー、ルースやトムたちが懸命に生きる姿と彼らの生のかなしさに圧倒されました。そして同時に彼らの生のあり方が本当に自分にとって無縁のものなのかどうか、僕ら normal peopleが僕ら自身では決して認識できない目的の為に何かによって操作されていないと確信をもって言えるのかどうか、そんなSF的な思いにも導かれました。
キャシーの淡々とした独白は作者の意図によるものですが、そのためでしょうが文章的に非常に読みやすく、これからペーパーバックで文学作品を読んでみようという方にもおすすめです。
表題の「Never Let Me Go」は、女性シンガー、ジュディ・ブリッジウォーター(架空の歌手らしい)の歌で、11歳のときからキャシーはカセットテープに収録されたこの曲がとくに好きでよく聴いていました。
Oh baby, baby, never let me go...
「The Jane Austen Book Club ジェイン・オースティンの読書会」(2004)/カレン・ジョイ・ファウラー
Each of us has a private Austen.
Jocelyn’s Austen wrote wonderful novels about love and courtship, but never married. The book club was Jocelyn’s idea, and she handpicked the members. She had more ideas in one morning than the rest of us had in a week, and more energy, too. It was essential to reintroduce Austen into your life regularly, Jocelyn said, let her look around. We suspected a hidden agenda, but who would put Jane Austen to an evil purpose?
The business of my life lay elsewhere. There was a path which awaited me and which if I failed to take it would lie untrodden forever. How much longer would I delay? This was the sabstance and all other things were shadows, fit only to distract and deceive. What did I care for money? It was as nothing to me. In the light of that vision it shrivelled like autumn leaves, its gold turning to brown and crumbling away into dust.
「The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe ライオンと魔女」(1950)/C.S.ルイス
3月4日から公開される映画の予習にと、原作を読みました。ペーパーバックを読み始めた頃にナルニア国物語全7作品を読んでいて、今回久しぶりに読み返しました。
参考に全7作を刊行順に挙げてみます。
@ライオンと魔女/The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe(1950)
Aカスピアン王子の角笛/Prince Caspian(1951)
B朝びらき丸 東の海へ/The Voyage of the “Dawn Treader”(1952)
C銀の椅子/The Silver Chair(1953)
D馬と少年/The Horse and His Boy(1954)
E魔術師の甥/The Magician’s Nephew(1955)
F最後の戦い/The Last Battle(1956)
She took a step further in − then two or three steps − always expecting to feel woodwork against the tips of her fingers. But she could not feel it.
“This must be a simply enormous wardrobe!” thought Lucy, going still further in and pushing the soft folds of the coats aside to make room for her. Then she noticed that there was something crunching under her feet. “I wonder is that more mothballs?” she thought, stooping down to feel it with her hand. But instead of feeling the hard, smooth wood of the floor of the wardrobe, she felt something soft and powdery and extremely cold. ”This is very queer,” she said, and went on a step or two further.
Next moment she found that what was rubbing against her face and hands was no longer soft fur but something hard and rough and even prickly. “Why, it is just like branches of trees!” exclaimed Lucy. And then she saw that there was a light ahead of her; not a few inches away where the back of the wardrobe ought to have been, but a long way off. Something cold and soft was falling on her. A moment later she found that she was standing in the middle of a wood at night-time with snow under her feet and snowflakes falling through the air.
He rose from the table; and advancing to the master, basin and spoon in hand, said: somewhat alarmed at his own temerity:
"Please, sir, I want some more."
The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to the copper. The assistants were paralysed with wonder; the boys with fear.
"What!" said the master at length, in a faint voice.
"Please, sir," replied Oliver, "I want some more."
The master aimed a blow at Oliver's head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arms; and shrieked aloud for the beadle.
"No, sir, I do not," replied the girl, after a short struggle. "I am chained to my old life. I loathe and hate it now, but I cannot leave it. I must have gone too far to turn back,- and yet I don't know, for if you had spoken to me so, some time ago, I should have laughed it off. But," she said, looking hastily round, "this fear comes over me again. I must go home."
"Home!" repeated the young lady, with great stress upon the word.
"Home, lady," rejoined the girl. "To such a home as I have raised for myself with the work of my whole life. Let us part. I shall be watched or seen. Go! Go! If I have done you any service, all I ask is, that you leave me, and let me go my way alone."
"It is useless," said the gentleman, with a sigh. "We compromise her safety, perhaps, by staying here. We may have detained her longer than she expected already."
"Yes, yes," urged the girl. "You have."
"What," cried the young lady, "can be the end of this poor creature's life!"
"What!" repeated the girl. "Look before you, lady. Look at that dark water. How many times do you read of such as I who spring into the tide, and leave no living thing to care for or bewail them. It may be years hence, or it may be only months, but I shall come to that at last."
"Do not speak thus, pray," returned the young lady, sobbing.
"It will never reach your ears, dear lady, and God forbid such horrors should!" replied the girl. "Good night, good night!"