You Shall Know Our Velocity (Vintage) - PDF
نویسندگان: Dave Eggers
خلاصه: Everything within takes place after Jack died, and before my mom and I drownedin a burning ferry in the cool tannin-tinted Guaviare River, in east-central Columbia, withforty-two locals we hadn't yet met. It was a clear and eyeblue day, that day, as was thefirst day of this story, a few years ago in January, on Chicago's north side, in the opulentshadow of Wrigley and with the wind coming low and searching off the jagged half-frozen lake. I was inside, very warm, walking from door to door.I was talking to Hand, one of my two best friends, the one still alive, and we wereplanning to leave. At this point there were good days, good weeks, when we pretendedthat it was acceptable that Jack had lived at all, that his life had been, in its truncated way,complete. This wasn't one of those days. I was pacing and Hand knew I was pacing andknew what it meant. I paced like this when figuring or planning, and rolled my knuckles,and snapped my fingers softly and without rhythm, and walked from the western edge ofthe apartment, where I would lock and unlock the front door, and then east, to the backdeck's glass sliding door, which I opened quickly, thrust my head through and shut again.Hand could hear the quiet roar of the door moving back and forth on its rail, but saidnothing. The air was arctic and it was Friday afternoon and I was home, in the new blueflannel pajama pants I wore most days then, indoors or out. A stupid and nervous bird thecolor of feces fluttered to the feeder over the deck and ate the ugly mixed seeds I'd put inthere for no reason and lately regretted -- these birds would die in days and I didn't wantto watch their flight or demise. This building warmed itself without regularity orequitable distribution to its corners, and my apartment, on the rear left upper edge, got itsheat rarely and in bursts. Jack was twenty-six and died five months before and now Handand I would leave for a while. I had my ass beaten two weeks ago by three shadows in astorage unit in Oconomowoc -- it had nothing to do with Jack or anything else, really, ormaybe it did, maybe it was distantly Jack's fault and immediately Hand's -- and we had toleave for a while. I had scabs on my face and back and a rough pear-shaped bump on thecrown of my head and I had this money that had to be disseminated and so Hand and Iwould leave. My head was a condemned church with a ceiling of bats but I swung fromthis dark mood to euphoria when I thought about leaving.