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Patrimony, a true story, touches the emotions

as strongly as anything Philip Roth has ever written. Roth watches

as his eighty-six-year-old father—famous for his vigor, charm, and

his repertoire of Newark recollections—battles with the brain tumor

that will kill him. The son, full of love, anxiety, and dread,

accompanies his father through each fearful stage of his final

ordeal, and, as he does so, discloses the survivalist tenacity that

has distinguished his father's long, stubborn engagement with

life.

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In the 1990s Philip Roth won America's four major literary

awards in succession: the National Book Critics Circle Award for

Patrimony (1991), the PEN/Faulkner Award for Operation

Shylock (1993), the National Book Award for Sabbath's

Theater (1995), and the Pulitzer Prize in fiction for

American Pastoral (1997). He won the Ambassador Book Award

of the English-Speaking Union for I Married a Communist

(1998); in the same year he received the National Medal of Arts at

the White House. Previously he won the National Book Critics Circle

Award for The Counterlife (1986) and the National Book Award

for his first book, Goodbye, Columbus (1959). In 2000 he

published The Human Stain, concluding a trilogy that depicts

the ideological ethos of postwar America. For The Human

Stain Roth received his second PEN/Faulkner Award as well as

Britain's W. H. Smith Award for the Best Book of the Year. In 2001

he received the highest award of the American Academy of Arts and

Letters, the Gold Medal in fiction, given every six years "for the

entire work of the recipient."

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我发觉在墓前时，每个人的心思多少有些相似。抛开文采不谈，这种心思就跟哈姆雷特面对郁利克的头颅陷入的沉思差不多。你似乎想不出跟“他曾经把我负在背上一千次”有所不同的感叹。墓地通常会让你觉得，你在这个问题上的想法是何等狭隘和陈腐。哦，你可以试着对逝者说话，如果你觉得有用；你可以像我在这个早晨这样开口说：“啊，妈……”但是，如果你已经说了不止一句话，你就不会不知道，那样还不如对着正骨医生办公室里挂着的脊椎骨架说话。你可以向逝者允诺，可以告诉他们新鲜事儿，请求他们的理解、原谅，争取他们的爱——或者你可以用另一种积极的法子，拔拔杂草，擦擦砾石，抚摸墓碑上刻的字；甚至可以弯下身，把手放在他们遗体的正上方——触摸着土地，他们的土地，你可以闭上眼，回想他们和你在一起时候的样子。但是，这些回忆无法改变什么，比起你十分钟前驾车的时候，他们离你似乎更遥不可及。如果墓地里没有人注意你，为了让逝者显得不仅仅是逝者，你可以做些颇为疯狂的事情。但即使你做了，并且渐渐感觉到他们的存在，你还是得告别他们而去。至少对于像我这样的人，墓地所能证明的，并不是逝者仍与我们同在，而是他们已离我们远去。他们远去了，我们还没有。无论你怎样难以接受，这都是容易理解的根本事实。

我踮着脚尖回到他安睡的卧室，他还有呼吸，还活着，还与我在一起——这个永远是我父亲的老人，又挺过了一次挫折。想到他在我上来以前勇敢而可怜地想自己清洗这个烂摊子的努力，想到他为此而羞愧、觉得自己丢脸，我就感到难过。现在，既然此事已经结束，他又睡得这么香，我想在他死以前，我就不能要求自己得到更多了——这，也是对的，理应如此。你清洗父亲的屎，因为你必须清洗，可清洗完之后，所有过去没有体会的感觉，现在都体会到了。这并不是我第一次明白这一点：当你抛开恶心，忘记作呕的感觉，把那些视若禁忌的恐惧感甩在脑后时，就会感到，生命中还有很多东西值得珍惜。

我定睛看着，好像第一次看见似的，等着还有什么想法冒出来。但是，没有了，除了我提醒自己，到他去世的时候仍然要记住它的样子。它也许能使他不随着时光的流逝而衰弱得轻飘飘。“我一定要记清楚，” 我对自己说，“把每一个部位都记得清清楚楚，等他过世的时候，我就能再造那个创造了我的父亲。”一样都不能忘。

你可以说，当父亲年华老去、行将就木的时候你体贴地呵护他，算不了什么。我只能回答，当年我还在家而他身体还很好的时候，他毫无作用的忠告、毫无意义的责备，烦得我关在房里猛拍额头绝望大叫的说教，快把我逼疯了，可我觉得还是要顾及他的脆弱（就像感情冲动的有家男人对家庭摩擦很脆弱，养家糊口的人对不稳定的收入开支很脆弱，犹太移民家的苦孩子对社会偏见很脆弱）。就是这种矛盾，使得否定他权威的行为变成一场压抑的对抗，充满了悲伤，也带着轻蔑。他不是随便什么样的父亲，他就是这种父亲，既有一名父亲身上一切可恨之处，也有一切可爱之处。

渐渐地，他回想着过去的种种疾病，手术，发烧，输血，康复，昏迷，守夜，死亡，葬礼——他的思维，习惯性地让他不再专注于孤单一人几乎被人遗忘的愁苦，将他的肿瘤与更多往事联系在一起，把他的痛苦放在这样的背景中：他不再独自承受巨大的痛苦，而是一群接受考验的人中的一员，他知道，除了接受这种共同的考验，别无选择。

我们搞破坏，搞毁灭，并不用愤怒的拳头，无情的阴谋或者丧失理智、无休无止的暴力，而是用语言，用大脑，用智慧，用一切造成父亲与我们之间痛苦鸿沟的东西，和他们承受着巨大的压力给予我们的东西。他们鼓励我们要聪明伶俐，成为犹太学校的好学生，却几乎不知道，他们正在使我们离他们远去，彼此隔膜，在我们闹哄哄的铿锵声音面前，他们无法理解。

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With the honesty of a skilled biographer and the sensitivity of

a caring son, Roth chronicles the life of his father, Herman, in

this gripping work which won a 1991 National Book Critics Circle

Award. Roth holds little back in describing his

father as a man of rare intensity and fierce independence who, for

better or worse, stood by his principles and held others to his own

rigorous standards. Writes Roth, "His obsessive stubbornness--his

stubborn obsessiveness--had very nearly driven my mother to a

breakdown in her final years." Frank throughout, Roth calls his

father "a pitiless realist, but I wasn't his offspring for nothing,

and I could be pretty realistic, too."

书籍介绍

Patrimony , a true story, touches the emotions as strongly as anything Philip Roth has ever written. Roth watches as his eighty-six-year-old father—famous for his vigor, charm, and his repertoire of Newark recollections—battles with the brain tumor that will kill him. The son, full of love, anxiety, and dread, accompanies his father through each fearful stage of his final ordeal, and, as he does so, discloses the survivalist tenacity that has distinguished his father's long, stubborn engagement with life.