路易丝·肯尼迪
Louise Kennedy
爱尔兰作家,在贝尔法斯特近郊长大,现居爱尔兰斯莱戈。曾担任厨师三十年,近五十岁才开始文学创作。著有备受赞誉的短篇小说集《世界尽头是断头路》(The End of the World Is a Cul de Sac),并在2019年、2020年入选《星期日泰晤士报》有声短篇小说短名单,成为唯一一位获此殊荣的女性。其首部长篇小说《越界》获得2022年首届水石书店首作奖和爱尔兰图书奖,并于2025年改编成同名电视剧。
精彩摘录
"She got out of the car and sat on the bonnet to smoke a cigarette, leaving the package of photographs on the passenger seat. The lambs she and Michael had seen skittering in the field were waddling now, fat on the grass. There had been no connection after all. It was just bad luck, the sort of thing"
"Rush hour was giving way to weekend. A newsboy on the corner, packing up. A mauve dusk falling on the rooftops. Boys in wide trousers waiting for girls under a Victorian clock, Michael's hand on her elbow as they crossed the street. A pub, long and narrow, with yellowy brasses and darkwood. She swun"
"I'll have to drag you out more often. He kicked at the kerbstone with the toe of his boot. I don't fancy you, you know, he said. That's hurtful. Like, how am I supposed to feel? said Cushla. He burst out laughing. You're good craic."
"You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife."
"She had bought a copy of The Black Prince by Iris Murdoch because it looked like hard work and might stop her obsessing about him. Is it good? she said."
"The guide stands slightly to the side of the next exhibit, a couple of feet from Cushla. This close, she can see the barbed pattern on the girl's skin. It's gorse, spiky tendrils of stems and golden flowers. Cushla likes her for it, for choosing the shrub that chokes the hills here, not roses or but"