从文学到乱窜：一场突如其来身份转变.pdfVIP

TERMORPHOSIS

ByBrianAldiss

Look,I’llputittoyouthisway,inthehopeyou’llunderstand.Literature’sOK,but

whatreallygrabsmeisscuttling,right?Like,Imean,scuttling—hereandthere,

anywhereIfeellike.

Whichistosaythatdirectionsareterthansentences.Anydirection

terthananysentence.Scuttlescuttlebliss.Bliss.

Meandallmyfriendshadbeenhavingthisreallygreatscuttle.OK?A

megascuttle,allroundthisapartmentbuildinginPrague.Amoment’sinattention

andwhathappens?

—Jesus,Iwakeupandfindmyselftransformed.LikelyinginaBED,

transformedinto—Look,Ihavetotellyou.Intothishugepalehumanthing.Well

—shit,intoFranzKafka.KAFKA.(That’shisname.TheyhaveNAMES.)

Where’severyonegone?Nowhere.Idon’tknow.Idon’tknow,Ineverhad

asinglethoughtbefore.SuddenlyI’mFranzKafka,lyingthereinthatbedand

thinkingfittobust.THINKING.Yuk...

AllI’mthinkingisjustawful.Imean,I’mafanofoilyragsandmaybe

mildew.AbitofdampinabadcornerandI’mhappy.Anything.Grease,know

whatImean?Butnotfor’ssakethinking.

Honest,Ididn’tevenknowthinkinghadbeeninvented.

ButthereIwas,andthinking—Imayaswellsayit,thinkingbadthoughts

aboutmyfather.Howhewassooppressive,howhewassostrongandhairyand

hisvoicewassoloudandwhenhewashedofamorninghemadesshesinthe

wash-basinandblewhisnoseintothewater,bothnostrilsatonceintothesoapy

waterand...

Well,look,Christ,nevermindthinking,likethewholeconceptofFATHER

wasalien.Comeon,downthereinthebasement,wejustspawned,remember.

Wejustwere.Onemoment,nothing.Eggs.Nextmoment,upandrunning.Dozens

ofus,scuttling.Youknow?Scuttling,havingrealfun,mobileasallget-out.Little

legsgoinglike