白噪音(White Noise) (英文版)作者:唐·德里罗(Don DeLillo)-第12节
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s is a town of dry cleaning shops and opticians。 Photos of looming Victorian homes decorate the windows of real estate firms。 These pictures have not changed in years。 The homes are sold or gone or stand in other towns in other states。 This is a town of tag sales and yard sales； the failed possessions arrayed in driveways and tended by kids。
Babette called me at my office in Centenary Hall。 She said Heinrich had been down at the river； wearing his camouflage cap and carrying an Instamatic； to watch them drag for the bodies； and while he was there word came that the Treadwells had been found alive but shaken in an abandoned cookie shack at the Mid…Village Mall； a vast shopping center out on the interstate。 Apparently they'd been wandering through the mall for two days； lost； confused and frightened； before taking refuge in the littered kiosk。 They spent two more days in the kiosk； the weak and faltering sister venturing out to scavenge food scraps from the cartoon…character disposal baskets with swinging doors。 It was sheer luck that their stay at the mall coincided with a spell of mild weather。 No one knew at this point why they didn't ask for help。 It was probably just the vastness and strangeness of the place and their own advanced age that made them feel helpless and adrift in a landscape of remote and menacing figures。 The Treadwells didn't get out much。 In fact no one yet knew how they'd managed to get to the mall。 Possibly their grandniece had dropped them off in her car and then forgotten to pick them up。 The grandniece could not be reached； Babette said； for ment。
The day before the happy discovery； the police had called in a psychic to help them determine the Treadwells' whereabouts and fate。 It was all over the local paper。 The psychic was a woman who lived in a mobile home in a wooded area outside town。 She wished to be known only as Adele T。 According to the paper； she and the police chief； Hollis Wright； sat in the mobile home while she looked at photos of the Treadwells and smelled articles from their wardrobe。 Then she asked the chief to leave her alone for an hour。 She did exercises； ate some rice and dahl； proceeded to trance in。 During this altered state； the report went on； she attempted to put a data trace on whatever distant physical systems she wished to locate； in this case Old Man Treadwell and his sister。 When chief Wright re…entered the trailer； Adele T。 told him to forget the river and to concentrate on dry land with a moonscape look about it； within a fifteen…mile radius of the Treadwell home。 The police went at once to a gypsum processing operation ten miles down river； where they found an airline bag that contained a handgun and two kilos of uncut heroin。
The police had consulted Adele T。 on a number of occasions and she had led them to two bludgeoned bodies； a Syrian in a refrigerator and a cache of marked bills totaling six hundred thousand dollars； although in each instance； the report concluded； the police had been looking for something else。
The American mystery deepens。
14
We crowded before the window in Steffie's small room； watching the spectacular sunset。 Only Heinrich stayed away； either because he distrusted wholesome munal pleasures or because he believed there was something ominous in the modern sunset。
Later I sat up in bed in my bathrobe studying German。 I muttered words to myself and wondered whether I'd be able to restrict my German…speaking at the spring conference to brief opening remarks or whether the other participants would expect the language to be used throughout； in lectures； at meals； in small talk； as a mark of our seriousness； our uniqueness in world scholarship。
The TV said： 〃And other trends that could dramatically impact your portfolio。〃
Denise came in and sprawled across the foot of the bed； her head resting on her folded arms； facing away from me。 How many codes； countercodes； social histories were contained in this simple posture？ A full minute passed。
〃What are we going to do about Baba？〃 she said。
〃What do you mean？〃
〃She can't remember anything。〃
〃Did she ask you whether she's taking medication？〃
〃No。〃
〃No she's not or no she didn't ask？〃
〃She didn't ask。〃
〃She was supposed to；〃 I said。
〃Well she didn't。〃
〃How do you know she's taking something？〃
〃I saw the bottle buried in the trash under the kitchen sink。 A prescription bottle。 It had her name and the name of the medication。〃
〃What is the name of the medication？〃
〃Dylar。 One every three days。 Which sounds like it's dangerous or habit…forming or whatever。〃
〃What does your drug reference say about Dylar？〃
〃It's not in there。 I spent hours。 There are four indexes。〃
〃It must be recently marketed。 Do you want me to double…check the book？〃
〃I already looked。 I looked〃
〃We could always call her doctor。 But I don't want to make too much of this。 Everybody takes some kind of medication； everybody forgets things occasionally。〃
〃Not like my mother。〃
〃I forget things all the time。〃
〃What do you take？〃
〃Blood pressure pills； stress pills； allergy pills； eye drops； aspirin。 Run of the mill。〃
〃I looked in the medicine chest in your bathroom。〃
〃No Dylar？〃
〃I thought there might be a new bottle。〃
〃The doctor prescribed thirty pills。 That was it。 Run of the mill。 Everybody takes something。〃
〃I still want to know；〃 she said。
All this time she'd been turned away from me。 There were plot potentials in this situation； chances for people to make devious maneuvers； secret plans。 But now she shifted position； used an elbow to prop her upper body and watched me speculatively from the foot of the bed。
〃Can I ask you something？〃
〃Sure；〃 I said。
〃You won't get mad？〃
〃You know what's in my medicine chest。 What secrets are left？〃
〃Why did you name Heinrich Heinrich？〃
〃Fair question。〃
〃You don't have to answer。〃
〃Good question。 No reason why you shouldn't ask。〃
〃So why did you？〃
〃I thought it was a forceful name； a strong name。 It has a kind of authority。〃
〃Is he named after anyone？〃
〃No。 He was born shortly after I started the department and I guess I wanted to acknowledge my good fortune。 I wanted to do something German。 I felt a gesture was called for。〃
〃Heinrich Gerhardt Gladney？〃
〃I thought it had an authority that might cling to him。 I thought it was forceful and impressive and I still do。 I wanted to shield him； make him unafraid。 People were naming their children Kim； Kelly and Tracy。〃
There was a long silence。 She kept watching me。 Her features； crowded somewhat in the center of her face； gave to her moments of concentration a puggish and half…belligerent look。
〃Do you think I miscalculated？〃
〃It's not for me to say。〃
〃There's something about German names； the German language； German things。 I don't know what it is exactly。 It's just there。 In the middle of it all is Hitler； of course。〃
〃He was on again last night。〃
〃He's always on。 We couldn't have television without him。〃
〃They lost the war；〃 she said。 〃How great could they be？〃
〃A valid point。 But it's not a question of greatness。 It's not a question of good and evil。 I don't know what it is。 Look at it this way。 Some people always wear a favorite color。 Some people carry a gun。 Some people put on a uniform and feel bigger； stronger； safer。 It's in this area that my obsessions dwell。〃
Steffie came in wearing Denise's green visor。 I didn't know what this meant。 She climbed up on the bed and all three of us went through my German…English dictionary； looking for words that sound about the same in both languages； like orgy and shoe。
Heinrich came running down the hall； burst into the room。
〃e on； hurry up； plane crash footage。〃 Then he was out the door； the girls were off the bed； all three of them running along the hall to the TV set。
I sat in bed a little stunned。 The swiftness and noise of their leaving had put the room in a state of molecular agitation。 In the debris of invisible matter； the question seemed to be； What is happening here？ By the time I got to the room at the end of the hall； there was only a puff of black smoke at the edge of the screen。 But the crash was shown two more times； once in stop…action replay； as an analyst attempted to explain the reason for the plunge。 A jet trainer in an air show in New Zealand。
We had two closet doors that opened by themselves。
That night； a Friday； we gathered in front of the set； as was the custom and the rule； with take…out Chinese。 There were flopds； earthquakes； mud slides； erupting volcanoes。 We'd never before been so attentive to our duty； our Friday assembly。 Heinrich was not sullen； I was not bored。 Steffie； brought close to tears by a sit husband arguing with his wife； appeared totally absorbed in these documentary clips of calamity and death。 Babette tried to switch to a edy series about a group of racially mixed kids who build their own munications satellite。 She was startled by the force of our objection。 We were otherwise silent； watching houses slide into the ocean； whole villages crackle and ignite in a mass
