Eu leria as áspas.
"MARTIN
Can I explain why I wanted to jump off the top of a tower block? Of course I can explain why I wanted to jump off the top of a tower block. I'm not a bloody idiot. I can explain it because it wasn't inexplicable: it was a logical decision, the product of proper thought. It wasn't even a very serious thought, either. I don't mean it was whimsical - I just meant that it wasn't terribly complicated, or agonized. Put it this way: say you were, I don't know, an assistant bank manager, in Guildford. And you'd been thinking of emigrating, and then you were offered the job of managing a bank in Sydney. Well, even though it's a pretty straightforward decision, you'd still have to think for a bit, wouldn't you? You'd at least have to work your friends and colleagues behind, whether you could uproot your wife and kids. You might sit down with a bit of paper and draw up a list of pros and cons. You know:
CONS - aged parents, friends, golf club.
PROS - more money, better quality of life(house with pool, barbecue, etc.), sea, sunshine, no left-wing councils banning 'Baa Baa Black Sheep', no EEC directives banning British sausages, etc.
It's no contest is it? The golf club! Give me a break. Obviously your aged parents give you pause for thought, but that's all it is - a pause, and a brief one, too. You'd be on the phone to the trave agents within ten minutes.
Well, that was me. There simply weren't enough regrets, and lots and lots of reasons to jump. The only thing in my 'cons' list were the kids, but I couldn't imagine Cindy letting me see them again anyway. I haven't got any aged parents, and I don't play golf. Suicide was my Sydney. And I say that with no offence to the good people of Sydney intended."
Essa é a primeira página do úlitmo livro do NIck Hornby que deve estar saindo no Brasil agora. Acho que essa deveria ser o release do livro. 'Leia e decida ai se você quer comprar ou não'.
O primeiro livro que vou escrever, daqui uns 10 anos, vai ser sobre um cara que escreve nove cartas de suicídio, acaba percebendo que deve muita explicação na vida e que simplesmente não dá para morrer, muito menos se matar. São nove capítulos, nove cartas e nove situações que precisam ser explicadas. Quem sabe daqui a nove anos, vai. nove.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
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