《渺小一生》:他后退，雙眼仍盯著那幅畫(huà)

　 The piece isn’t large—just four feet by three feet—and is horizonally oriented. It is by far the most sharply photorealistic painting JB has produced in years, the colors rich and dense, the brushstrokes that made Willem’s hair feathery-fine. The Willem in this painting looks like Willem did shortly before he died: he thinks he is seeing Willem in the months before or after shooting The Dancer and the Stage, for which his hair was longer and darker than it was in life. After Dancer, he decides, because the sweater he is wearing, a black-green the color of magnolia leaves, is one he remembers buying for Willem in Paris when he went to visit him there.

作品本身并不大，是橫向的四英尺乘三英尺。這是杰比至今為止畫(huà)過(guò)最清晰的照相寫(xiě)實(shí)作品，畫(huà)中的顏色豐富而濃密，威廉頭發(fā)的筆觸像羽毛般精細(xì)。畫(huà)中的威廉看起來(lái)是過(guò)世前不久的那個(gè)樣子，他記得威廉在拍《舞臺(tái)上的舞者》的前后幾個(gè)月就是這個(gè)模樣，因?yàn)樗趹蛑械念^發(fā)留得比較長(zhǎng)、顏色也比較深。他判定，應(yīng)該是拍完這部電影之后，因?yàn)樗┑哪羌率悄咎m花葉的墨綠色，他記得是他去巴黎探班時(shí)，在那買(mǎi)給威廉的。

　 He steps back, still looking. In the painting, Willem’s torso is directed toward the viewer, but his face is turned to the right so that he is almost in profile, and he is leaning toward something or someone and smiling. And because he knows Willem’s smiles, he knows Willem has been captured looking at something he loves, he knows Willem in that instant was happy. Willem’s face and neck dominate the canvas, and although the background is suggested rather than shown, he knows that Willem is at their table; he knows it from the way JB has drawn the light and shadows on Willem’s face. He has the sense that if he says Willem’s name, then the face in the painting will turn toward him and answer; he has the sense that if he stretches his hand out and strokes the canvas, he will feel beneath his fingertips Willem’s hair, his fringe of eyelashes.

他后退，雙眼仍盯著那幅畫(huà)。畫(huà)中，威廉的軀干面向觀者，但他的臉轉(zhuǎn)向右邊，幾乎是側(cè)面，他的身體則靠向某個(gè)東西或某個(gè)人，露出微笑。因?yàn)樗私馔奈⑿?，所以他知道威廉被拍到時(shí)，正看著他所愛(ài)的東西，他知道威廉那一刻很快樂(lè)。威廉的臉和脖子占據(jù)了畫(huà)布的大部分，背景不太清楚，但他從杰比在威廉臉上畫(huà)的光和影，知道威廉坐在他們公寓的餐桌前。他有種感覺(jué)，如果他喊威廉的名字，畫(huà)中那張臉就會(huì)轉(zhuǎn)向他回應(yīng)；他感覺(jué)如果他伸出手撫摸畫(huà)布，他的手指就可以摸到威廉的頭發(fā)、威廉的睫毛。

　 But he doesn’t do this, of course, just looks up at last and sees JB smiling at him, sadly. “The title card’s been mounted already,” JB says, and he goes slowly to the wall behind the painting and sees its title—Willem Listening to Jude Tell a Story, Greene Street—and he feels his breath abandon him; it feels as if his heart is made of something oozing and cold, like ground meat, and it is being squeezed inside a fist so that chunks of it are falling, plopping to the ground near his feet.

當(dāng)然，這些他都沒(méi)做，最后只是往旁邊抬頭，看到杰比朝他憂(yōu)傷地微笑?！爱?huà)名的卡片已經(jīng)貼好了。”杰比說(shuō)。于是他緩緩走到畫(huà)作后方的墻上，看到了標(biāo)題——《威廉聽(tīng)裘德說(shuō)故事，格林街》。他覺(jué)得無(wú)法呼吸；感覺(jué)他的心臟仿佛是某種濕黏而冰冷的東西做的，像絞肉，而且被握在拳頭里，大塊大塊地掉下來(lái)，落在他腳邊的地上。

　 He is abruptly dizzy. “I need to sit,” he finally says, and JB takes him around the corner, to the other side of the wall where Willem will hang, where there’s a small cul-de-sac. He half sits atop one of the crates that’s been left here and hangs his head, resting his hands on his thighs. “I’m sorry,” he manages to say. “I’m sorry, JB.”

他忽然覺(jué)得暈眩?！拔业米聛?lái)?！彼詈笳f(shuō)。杰比帶他走過(guò)轉(zhuǎn)角，來(lái)到掛著威廉那幅畫(huà)的墻壁后方，那是個(gè)小小的死巷。他半坐在堆在那里的條板箱上，垂著頭，雙手放在大腿上?！皩?duì)不起，”他設(shè)法開(kāi)口，“對(duì)不起，杰比?！?

　 “It’s for you,” JB says, quietly. “When the show comes down, Jude. It’s yours.”

“那是給你的?！苯鼙容p聲說(shuō)，“裘德，等展覽結(jié)束，那幅畫(huà)就是你的了?！?

　 “Thank you, JB,” he says. He makes himself stand upright, feels everything within him shift. I need to eat something, he thinks. When was the last time he ate? Breakfast, he thinks, but yesterday. He reaches his hand out toward the crate to center himself, to stop the rocking he feels within his head and spine; he feels this sensation more and more frequently, a floating away, a state close to ecstasy. Take me somewhere, he hears a voice inside him say, but he doesn’t know to whom he is saying this, or where he wants to go. Take me, take me. He is thinking this, crossing his arms over himself, when JB suddenly grabs him by his shoulders and kisses him on the mouth.

“謝謝你，杰比?！彼f(shuō)。他逼自己站起來(lái)，覺(jué)得體內(nèi)的一切都移位了。我得吃點(diǎn)東西，他心想。他上次吃東西是什么時(shí)候？早餐，他心想，不過(guò)是昨天的早餐。他伸手摸著條板箱想穩(wěn)住自己，想停止腦袋和脊椎的搖晃；他越來(lái)越常有這種感覺(jué)，像是要飄走、接近出神的狀態(tài)。帶我走，他聽(tīng)到腦袋里有個(gè)聲音說(shuō)，但他不知道他是對(duì)誰(shuí)說(shuō)，也不知道自己想去哪里。帶我走，帶我走。他想著這個(gè)，雙手交抱在胸前，此時(shí)杰比忽然抓住他肩膀，吻在他嘴上。

　 He wrenches away. “What the hell are you doing?” he asks, and he fumbles backward, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand.

他掙脫了。“你他媽的在搞什么？”他問(wèn)，一邊踉蹌后退，用手背抹著嘴巴。

　 “Jude, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything,” JB says. “You just look so—so sad.”

“裘德，對(duì)不起，我沒(méi)有任何意思?！苯鼙日f(shuō)，“只是你看起來(lái)好……好悲傷?！?

　 “So this is what you do?” he spits at JB, who steps toward him. “Don’t you dare touch me, JB.” In the background, he can hear the chatter of the installers, JB’s gallerist, the curators. He takes another step, this time toward the edge of the wall. I’m going to faint, he thinks, but he doesn’t.

“所以你就這樣？”他朝走向他的杰比啐道，“杰比，你敢再碰我試試看?！北尘奥曋校?tīng)得到那些布展人員、代理杰比的畫(huà)廊經(jīng)理、策展人的說(shuō)話聲。他又朝墻角走了一步。我要昏倒了，他心想，但結(jié)果沒(méi)有。

　 “Jude,” JB says, and then, his face changing, “Jude?”

“裘德，”杰比說(shuō)，然后他的臉色變了，“裘德？”

　 But he is moving away from him. “Get away from me,” he says. “Don’t touch me. Leave me alone.”

他設(shè)法離開(kāi)杰比?！半x我遠(yuǎn)一點(diǎn)，”他說(shuō)，“別碰我。別來(lái)煩我。”

　 “Jude,” JB says in a low voice, following him, “you don’t look good. Let me help you.” But he keeps walking, trying to get away from JB. “I’m sorry, Jude,” JB continues. “I’m sorry.” He is aware of the pack of people moving as a clump to the other side of the floor, hardly noticing him leaving, JB next to him; it is as if they don’t exist.

“裘德，”杰比低聲說(shuō)，跟著他，“你看起來(lái)氣色很差。讓我?guī)湍惆伞！钡^續(xù)走，設(shè)法擺脫杰比?！棒玫?，對(duì)不起?！苯鼙壤^續(xù)說(shuō)，“對(duì)不起?！彼庾R(shí)到那些人成群走向這層樓的另一頭，根本沒(méi)發(fā)現(xiàn)他要離開(kāi)，而杰比跟在他旁邊；好像他們并不存在。

　 Twenty more steps to the elevators, he estimates; eighteen more steps; sixteen; fifteen; fourteen. Beneath him, the floor has become a loosely spinning top, wobbling on its axis. Ten; nine; eight. “Jude,” says JB, who won’t stop talking, “l(fā)et me help you. Why won’t you talk to me anymore?” He is at the elevator; he smacks the button with his palm; he leans against the wall, praying he’ll be able to stay upright.

離電梯只剩二十步了，他估計(jì)，再十八步，十六，十五，十四。他腳下的地板變成一個(gè)快轉(zhuǎn)不動(dòng)的陀螺，軸心搖晃著。十，九，八?！棒玫拢苯鼙日f(shuō)，他就是不肯閉嘴，“讓我?guī)湍恪Ｄ悻F(xiàn)在為什么不再跟我講話了？”他來(lái)到電梯口，狠狠用手掌拍了電梯鈕，然后靠在墻壁上，祈禱自己不要倒下。

　 “Get away from me,” he hisses at JB. “Leave me alone.”

“離我遠(yuǎn)一點(diǎn)，”他咬牙低聲對(duì)杰比說(shuō)，“別來(lái)煩我。”

　 The elevator arrives; the doors open. He steps toward them. His walk now is different: he still leads with his left leg, always, and he still lifts it unnaturally high—that hasn’t changed, that has been dictated by his injury. But he no longer drags his right leg, and because his prosthetic feet are so well-articulated—much more so than his own feet had been—he is able to feel the roll of his foot as it leaves the floor, the complicated, beautiful pat of it laying itself down on the ground again, section by section.

電梯來(lái)了；門(mén)打開(kāi)。他走進(jìn)去?，F(xiàn)在他走路的方式不一樣了：一如往常，他還是左腿先跨，而且腳抬起時(shí)仍然很高、很不自然。這點(diǎn)并沒(méi)有改變，從他當(dāng)年車(chē)禍?zhǔn)軅詠?lái)就必須這樣。但現(xiàn)在他不會(huì)再拖著右腳走路，因?yàn)樗牧x肢做得太好了，比原來(lái)的腳還好。他現(xiàn)在可以感覺(jué)到他的腳離開(kāi)地板的轉(zhuǎn)動(dòng)，感覺(jué)到它落回地板那種復(fù)雜、優(yōu)美的輕拍，每個(gè)局部動(dòng)作都清楚分明。

　 But when he is tired, when he is desperate, he finds himself unconsciously reverting to his old gait, with each foot landing flatly, slabbily, on the floor, with his right leg listing behind him. And as he steps into the elevator he forgets that his steel-and-fiberglass legs are made for more nuance than he is allowing them, and he trips and falls. “Jude!” he hears JB call out, and because he is so weak, for a moment everything is dark and empty, and when he regains his vision, he sees that the flock of people have heard JB cry out, that they are now walking in his direction. He sees as well JB’s face above him, but he is too tired to interpret his expression. Willem Listening to Jude Tell a Story, he thinks, and before him appears the painting: Willem’s face, Willem’s smile, but Willem isn’t looking at him, he is looking somewhere else. What if, he thinks, the Willem of the painting is in fact looking for him? He has a sudden urge to stand to the painting’s right, to sit in a chair in what would be Willem’s sightline, to never leave that painting by itself. There is Willem, imprisoned forever in a one-sided conversation. Here he is, in life, imprisoned as well. He thinks of Willem, alone in his painting, night after night in the empty museum, waiting and waiting for him to tell him a story.

但是當(dāng)他疲倦的時(shí)候、絕望的時(shí)候，他發(fā)現(xiàn)自己會(huì)不自覺(jué)地回到以前習(xí)慣的步態(tài)，每一步都是左腳直直落地，后面的右腳拖著往前。此刻當(dāng)他走進(jìn)電梯時(shí)，他忘了他現(xiàn)在鋼質(zhì)加玻璃纖維的雙腿比以前輕巧細(xì)致多了，于是絆了一下，摔倒了?！棒玫?！”他聽(tīng)到杰比喊。由于他太虛弱了，一時(shí)間周?chē)囊磺泻诎涤挚帐帲鹊揭曈X(jué)恢復(fù)，他看見(jiàn)一群人聽(tīng)到杰比的喊叫，正朝他走過(guò)來(lái)。他也看到杰比的臉在他上方，但他累得無(wú)法解讀他的表情。《威廉聽(tīng)裘德說(shuō)故事，格林街》，他心想，眼前出現(xiàn)了那張畫(huà)：威廉的臉、威廉的微笑，但威廉沒(méi)在看他，而是看著別的地方。如果畫(huà)中的威廉其實(shí)是在找他呢？他忽然好想站在那幅畫(huà)的右側(cè)，坐在一張威廉目光可及的椅子上，永遠(yuǎn)不要離開(kāi)那幅畫(huà)。威廉在那里，永遠(yuǎn)囚禁在一個(gè)單方對(duì)話中。他在這里，活著，同樣被囚禁著。他想著威廉，孤單地在他的畫(huà)中，夜復(fù)一夜待在空蕩的美術(shù)館里，苦苦等著他去說(shuō)故事。

　 Forgive me, Willem, he tells Willem in his head. Forgive me, but I have to leave you now. Forgive me, but I have to go.

原諒我，威廉，他告訴腦袋里的威廉。原諒我，但是我現(xiàn)在得離開(kāi)你了。原諒我，但是我得走了。

　 “Jude,” JB says. The elevator doors are closing, but JB reaches his arm out to him.

“裘德?！苯鼙日f(shuō)。電梯門(mén)要關(guān)上了，但杰比朝他伸出手臂。

　 But he ignores it, works himself to his feet, leans into the corner of the elevator car. The people are very close now. Everyone moves so much faster than he does. “Stay away from me,” he says to JB, but he is quiet. “Leave me alone. Please leave me alone.”

他沒(méi)理會(huì)，只是設(shè)法站起身，靠在電梯里的角落。那些人現(xiàn)在很接近了。每個(gè)人動(dòng)作都比他快得多?！半x我遠(yuǎn)一點(diǎn)，”他對(duì)杰比說(shuō)，但是很小聲。“別來(lái)煩我。拜托別來(lái)煩我?！?

　 “Jude,” JB says again. “I’m sorry.”

“裘德，”杰比又說(shuō)，“對(duì)不起。”