也是一只自由泳的小鸟
A fight broke out under the kuka tree, and Olanna heard a child scream at another in Igbo, “Your mother's pussy!”
啊奈及利亚也是这么骂人的吗
#HalfOfAYellowSun #读书
The next afternoon, Richard sat up in bed naked, looking down at Kainene. He had just failed her again. “I'm sorry. I think I get overexcited,” he said.
大概是我这种内容读得少，但我确实第一次看见描写性行为的时候描述阳痿的
How much did one know of the true feelings of those who did not have a voice?
“I took your manuscript from the study this morning and I burned it,” she said.
Richard felt a soar in his chest of emotions he could not name. “The Basket of Hands,” the collection of pages that he was finally confident could become a book, was gone. He could never duplicate the unbridled energy that had come with the words. But it did not matter. What mattered was that by burning his manuscript she had shown him that she would not end the relationship; she would not bother to cause him pain if she was not going to stay. Perhaps he was not a true writer after all. He had read somewhere that, for true writers, nothing was more important than their art, not even love.
“When I lost my whole family, every single one, it was as if I had been born all over again, I was a new person because I no longer had family to remind me of what I had been.“
“He just drinks and drinks cheap kai-kai. The few times they pay him, the money goes quickly. I think he slept with Alice, that Asaba woman in our yard. I can't stand him. I can't stand him close to me.”
“Good,” Kainene said.
“Good?”
“Yes, good. There's something very lazy about the way you have loved him blindly for so long without ever criticizing him. You've never even accepted that the man is ugly,” Kainene said. There was a small smile on her face and then she was laughing, and Olanna could not help but laugh too, because it was not what she had wanted to hear and because hearing it had made her feel better.
这本书里的性描写超好笑