Kinder Than Solitude. Yiyun Li
Читать онлайн.| Название | Kinder Than Solitude |
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| Автор произведения | Yiyun Li |
| Жанр | Современная зарубежная литература |
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| Издательство | Современная зарубежная литература |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780007357109 |
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First published in Great Britain by Fourth Estate in 2014
First published in the United States by Random House, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House LLC, a Penguin Random House Company, New York
Copyright © 2014 by Yiyun Li
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Source ISBN: 9780007329823
Ebook Edition © February 2014 ISBN: 9780007357109
Version: 2015-01-14
To Dapeng, Vincent, and James
You can’t both live and have lived, my dear Christophe.
Romain Rolland, Jean-Christophe
Table of Contents
Boyang had thought grief would make people less commonplace. The waiting room at the crematory, however, did not differentiate itself from elsewhere: the eagerness to be served first and the suspicion that others had snatched a better deal were reminiscent of the marketplace or stock exchange. A man shouldered him, reaching for multiple copies of the same form. Surely you have only one body to burn, Boyang laughed to himself, and the man glared back, as though personal loss had granted him the right to what he was not owed by the world.
A woman in black rushed in and looked around for a white chrysanthemum that must have been dropped earlier. The clerk, an old man, watched her pin it back onto her collar and smiled at Boyang. “You wonder why they can’t slow down,” he said when Boyang expressed sympathy for what the clerk had to endure. “Day in and day out. These people forget that those who rush to every sweet fruit of life rush to death, too.”
Boyang wondered if the clerk—whom no one wished to meet and, once met, became part of an unwelcome memory—found solace in those words; perhaps he found joy, too, in knowing that those who mistreated him would return in a colder form. The thought made Boyang like him.
When the older man finished his tea, they went over the paperwork for Shaoai’s cremation: her death certificate, the cause of death lung failure after acute pneumonia; the yellowed residence registration card with an official cancellation stamp; her citizen’s ID. The clerk checked the paperwork, including Boyang’s ID, carefully, his pencil making tiny dots under the numbers and dates Boyang had entered. He wondered if the clerk noticed that Shaoai was six years older. “A relative?” the clerk asked when