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Fiction: 海底20米

18th April 2007

Fiction: 海底20米

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Hi,你喜歡潛水嗎?聽説過菲律賓的Negros Island?那兒漂亮得像天堂!

迎浪招展的海草如唐宋舞姬般風情萬種;潔白的珊瑚層層疊疊,柔若雪棉;海星鮮艷奪目;水母婀娜多姿;成群結隊的小魚歡快地向你衝來,不閃不避,使你覺得自己也成了一種海洋生物……更妙的是,海底20米的寧謐猶如繁花靜靜綻放,各種俏皮趣緻的生命默默張弛,奇麗無比的畫面簡直讓人疑心自己誤闖了Oz的魔幻世界!你專注地浮游,只偶爾聽到一點若有若無的響動——可是比遠山雁鳴更空靈縹緲——此外萬籟俱寂,只有無際的冰藍和你自己的心跳。

浪漫罷?像美人魚一樣全身心擁抱海洋……

我不戴助聽器的時候,就是這種感覺。

生平第一次潛水使我的左耳只剩下不到三成聽力,右耳則純粹淪爲裝飾品。據醫生説,由於我耳窗發育不良,比常人的薄得多,其實只要潛下水底超過5米,耳膜已必穿無疑——我的聽力因而永遠留在了美麗的海底20米。

小時候讀丹麥童話,海王最小的女兒想上岸去見心愛的王子,不惜用嗓子與巫婆交易,換取一瓶可以將魚尾巴變成人腿的魔法藥水——她要做為愛犧牲的啞巴,那至少是她自己的選擇。我卻根本無可選擇。失聰的頭三個月,當早上醒來發現四周一片死寂,我總是忍不住嚎啕大哭。因爲夢中的我已不記得自己聾了,張開眼睛再次確認一遍,痛苦得但願能立即迎著曙光化作泡沫!那段時間我差不多把一生的眼淚Quota都用光光:看見唱片會哭,看見headphone會哭,看見手機會哭;別人對我笑我會哭,別人不笑我也會哭;人家彼此説話,我只看見他們嘴巴活動,一張一合,像魚缸裏吐泡泡的金魚,更要哭到氣若遊絲——我甚至連自己的哭聲都聽不見!

像所有正常人一樣,我也曾過高估計了助聽器的效用——戴起第一副昂貴的助聽器那天,才是我此生哭得最慘烈的一次!那玩意兒把任何響聲的音量無分輕重的一律擴大,而且是平板呆滯的,完全沒有層次和角度感!過路的汽車聲鈍重得好像十幾把鐵鍬一起劈頭蓋臉向我襲來;門口有人在交談,那聲音驟高驟低,一陣陣此起彼伏,既像廟堂裏一群和尚叨叨誦經,又像午夜陵園內的幽靈在低訴冤情;護士小姐說的話我一句也沒聽懂——聽見但完全聽不懂!從那一刻開始,我知道這輩子再也無法如常欣賞心愛的jazz,我將永別Louis Armstrong, Charlie Byrd, Stan GetzChet Baker, Billie Holiday……我用被淚水浸沒了的大眼睛驚愕地瞪著每一個從我面前經過的人,真像看見了鬼……

那些以淚洗臉的日子恍若隔世。現在?恐怕被人刮幾巴掌都哭不出來了。

哭,無非因爲害怕——背靠著墻則不必再怕;無路可退給人另一種安全感。況且人是最受慣性支配的生物,任何事情一旦成爲習慣,無論活在地獄還是天堂其實沒有多少分別。太陽仍舊每天從東方升起、西方落下,肚子餓了要吃飯,眼睛累了要睡覺,洗髮水用完了得再買,一切最終都會回到柴米油鹽上來——人生之最絕望和最美好恰恰同在於此,不這麽認爲?

噢、對了,你不懂手語,我才開口説話,請不要介意我走音(不過,‘天王’唱歌還常常跑調兒呢,嘻嘻),因爲我不太聽得到自己說些甚麽。

事實上我至今未適應助聽器,只是偶爾才戴,比如外出見客戶。情況矛盾得很:在家裏安安靜靜可以不戴,到外面去怕聽不到別人説話要戴;可是戶外噪音特別多,聽得見又總讓我頭疼欲裂……嗯,還有就是,我不怎麽樂意別人第一眼就留意到我是聾子——所以blue tooth實在是一項偉大的發明!

你等等,我把頭髮撩開給你看……這是我上個月特別從工廠訂製的「仿blue tooth earphone」助聽器——喏、脫下來你可以看得清楚些;反正我早已把它關了——怎麽樣?跟現在流行的單邊掛耳式電話配件很相似罷?人們頂多以爲我是個喜歡隨時隨地「煲電話粥」的女人!……你問我怎麽關了助聽器還知道你說甚麽?我學過lip reading。我一直盯著你的嘴巴你不覺得奇怪?

你好像不常來這家咖啡館罷?第一次在這裡看見你。

我?我是這裡的老主顧呀!你不如問我一天內有多少小時泡在這裡好了!老闆是我朋友,這店還是我替他選址的呢。那邊的bartendercashier waitress,全都跟我賊熟!你現在坐的這張椅子就是我平時坐的老位置。

咦,你在喝招牌杏仁雞尾酒?我也常常喝的。甜而不膩,杏仁味濃……啊、該讓他們播Louis Armstrong的《Moon River》才對!我每次喝杏仁酒,例必聽這個!——你知道,許多人不大受得了Armstrong的「破銅鑼」嗓門兒,覺得太粗糙,太顫抖;可是我稱之爲「顆粒狀結晶喉」,與Gilberto的清厚圓潤相比,一個像極品炭燒,另一個是香濃的Macchiato……

是的,我喝不同的飲品,或著做不同的事情,喜歡讓他們相應播放不同的歌。例如讀小説的時候點播Chet Baker的《Round About Midnight》;使用電腦工作那會兒是《Desafinado》;甚麽都不做光發呆,則可以用Gabriela Anders的《Brasileira》……耳朵聽不見,但心是可以聽見,明白麽?這裡……可以跟住拍子輕輕唱和。

大概由於太熟悉,我對些歌曲有一種堪稱特殊的感應力,仿佛只要它們奏起,連空氣的濃度、水份、比重都會隨之改變——真的,我可以感覺得出來哦。有一回與朋友去逛街(那天沒有戴助聽器),當我們走進一家書店,我的皮膚就開始感受到氣流的變化。從天花板射燈的角度、墻紙的色調、櫃檯擺放的位置甚至售貨員臉上的笑容,都能發現那種熟悉的甚麽在流淌。而且絕對是《Autumn Leaves》而不是《Autumn In New York》。

The falling leaves drift by the window

The autumn leaves of red and gold

I see your lips, the summer kisses

        The sun-burned hand I used to hold ……

奇怪麽?我覺得不止是我,也並非在失聰之後,其實很多人都有這種能力。也許人人都有,只是大家平時沒怎麽留意。比如,距離你10米有人在用headphone聽音樂,即使從物理學的角度來看你連一個音符都聽不到,但你就是知道他在聽甚麽!有過這樣的經歷罷?我想許多人都有。那是一種近似本能的東西……

某些歌會使我想起一些特定的事件或人物。就像那次潛水,在靜悄悄的海底20米,我腦子裏就一直飄著《Brasileira》——現在還能在心底默哼。

這曲子讓我想起以前的男朋友,想起我們的分手,想起他起初的甜言蜜語和後來的冷漠無情……不、不,他不是因爲我變成聾子才離開我的。相反,假如我們沒有分手,我也不會去Negros Island散心。或許可以說,我是間接地因他而失聰——當然他至今不知道。他永遠不可能知道的。

其實,坐在你現在這個位置,有時候能看見他從對面大廈出來——沒有啦,我才不做跟蹤人家這種蠢事,況且還是一個對我始亂終棄的男人!我不曉得他甚麽時候搬到這一區來的,看樣子是在那幢大廈辦公。他以前的寫字樓不在這邊。真的,沒有騙你,我第一次發現他從這裡出入時都嚇了一跳!

分手之後我沒再聯絡他。他打過一次電話到我家,留了一個message。那是我從Negros Island回來看見的第一個message……他說甚麽?嘻嘻,我怎麽會知道他說了甚麽!又不是傳真!我猜大概是一些無關痛癢的問候罷?他那個人,因爲太相信自己的厚道,總希望面面俱到……噯,不是諷刺,沒有人比我更瞭解他了:明明只想著如何伸腳把人踢開,還偏要做出派rain check的樣子。說到底就是自戀得厲害,甚至連對自己,也做不到徹徹底底的坦誠……

這麽說罷,無可否認,他是一個比較講信用的生意人,不欺詐對手,不哄騙partner;在孝敬父母方面也做得像模像樣(至少給我的印象是這樣);對朋友親切隨和,小數目的金錢資助亦不成問題。所以他堅持認爲自己是君子似乎也沒甚麽說不過去的——只除了對女人,或者僅僅是對我這個女人,非常不厚道。

你問例子?呵呵,可不可以不說?你知道,一說就成了牢騷滿腹的怨婦了。其實無論主角是男是女,負義棄愛的故事模式都差不多,沒有甚麽新鮮招數……這樣,我引用一句他最喜歡說的話好了:每當我質疑他對我的感情,他就會用極其誠懇的語氣說:「Time will tell!」——換作是現在,我會立即掉頭就跑;但那時候還幼稚嘛,或者說,他演技太好,我就死心塌地相信他,對種種跡象視若無睹。(你看,我在變成聾子之前早已經瞎了,哈!)

Time will tell?

Oh time does tell. Time always tells —— but what?

如果要設個「全世界廢話排行榜」,這句鐵定入圍前三甲。

時間證明,他純粹是利用我的感情填補他混亂的私生活的細微空隙。不過,你絕對不可以當面把真實感受告訴他——他是只要聽到一點點逆耳的話就視同你對他的指控,因而惱羞成怒、乘機把你一腳踹開的那種人。

如果你以爲只有女人才唯美可就大錯特錯了,男人才是世上最唯美的物種。我那位ex就極其在乎自己在任何人——哪怕是被自己用完甩掉的笨女孩——眼中的形象,永遠想知道你是怎麽看他的;他希望你印象中的他能與他理想中的自己重合。一旦真面目被揭穿,明白自己在你眼裏再不是100%的完美情人(儘管他從來不是),他便覺得沮喪和憤怒。問題是,這種男人又從來不相信「修補」——那些婆婆媽媽的事情還是留給無聊的女人去做罷!——他是不可以忍受任何「形象汙點」的,既然瑕疵已現,只好當機立斷廢了你. 他寧可另外開闢「新市場」去實現那個「100%完美情人」的夢想,也不會在你身上再浪費一分鐘。

換言之,有些男人對女人要求可能不高,但他們對自己的要求遠比女人想象中要高得多……而且,喜歡照鏡的是女人;男人不欣賞鏡子,除非要剃鬚。

笑甚麽?難道我說錯了?嘻嘻,專家不敢當,比較善於歸納而已:所謂「久病成良醫」呀兄弟!

嘿、快看,他出來了!穿淡黃色Ralph Lauren shirt、高高瘦瘦的那個。怎麽樣?還算英俊罷?嘻嘻,也不曉得多少女孩子死在這廝手上……

恨不恨他?不, 不恨。人有不同的喜惡,不同的脾性,就或多或少會有衝突。但是每個人總有權按自己的想法去生活,對不對?他喜歡用女人當廢報紙墊凳腳,也是他的自由。只是不該騙我——I mean,假如先問一聲:「喂,你介不介意……」,我就會有自己的決定,而他也不必拿「愛情」作僞裝了,豈不是大家都方便?雖然他若坦白,我的決定一定會是「No」,可是我相信總有人(出於不同的目的)樂意接受那樣的關係。實在犯不著abuse「愛」,以及我的信任……

不過這些都不重要了。我現在坐在這裡看他,比以前兩人面對面時更真切。聽不見聲音其實並不壞,至少不容易受語氣、語速、語調高低等因素蒙蔽,可以更有把握地抵禦一些cliché:畢竟嘴型和文字糊弄不了我……噢、你留意到沒有:他微笑的時候嘴巴挺好看呢?有點兒像Michael Bublé, 我現在才發現。      

你知道,我向來把人分成兩大類:有感情的和沒有感情的。所謂沒有感情,並非普通意義上的不懂喜怒哀樂、沒有情緒起伏,而是指沒有「原生愛」。沒有感情的人一樣有各種情緒和感受,只不過都停留在極浮淺的層面,到達不了愛的深度。他們日常掛在嘴邊的「愛」是奢華裝飾品,他們因爲體內空蕩蕩而永遠熱衷於掘金獵艷——跟這樣的人談感情是自討苦吃:人家沒有有那種類思想維度,不可能有足夠的理解力懂得(無論是哪一種形式的)愛,何苦強人所難?

現在播到哪一首了?是不是《Brasileira》?你看,這可不是巧合!

我們還是回頭潛水罷: 海底20米非常非常美麗!——噢,這次我指的是真正的海底20,不是聾子的世界。嘻嘻,sorry,這樣説話要把你弄糊塗了。……

甚麽?問我怎麽老是把脖子側向右邊?這個……不,不是落枕。嗯,既然我們還算談得來,實話告訴你也無妨,反正我們今後不會再見面了——請不要誤會,跟你聊天我感覺很愉快!很久沒有跟誰聊得這麽長了。請聽我把話説完——

你往大街對面望過去……不是我男朋友寫字樓那個方向,是另一端……那裏有一家銀行,看見沒有?對,有警車停在門前那一家。我剛才就從那兒出來。三點鐘之前。去匯一筆款子……是的,已經匯好了,今天人不多……不過那銀行裏頭的空調機噪音好大好大,在櫃檯一辦理完手續我就得立即關掉助聽器。

其實我今天心情滿好的啦,出來的時候邊走邊想著要來這裡吃一杯巧克力雪糕呢!結果還未走出銀行大門,低頭發現左邊腳上的鞋帶鬆開了,我便蹲下來,慢慢地把它繫好。然而我再站起來才往前走了兩步,突然覺得右邊脖子一緊,用手摸時,黏糊糊的全是血……喂,你不要用這樣的目光瞪人好不好?沒有甚麽大不了的——我轉看一眼就明白了:除了兩個蒙面持槍的人之外,營業員和其他顧客全都用手抱著腦袋蹲在地上,滿臉驚恐。——就是説,銀行遇上搶劫了,大概劫匪發出了「不准動」之類的命令,而我沒有聽到……

噯,你不要害怕。真的,我沒有惡意。跟你聊天只是因爲你碰巧坐在我平時最愛坐的位置上,手裏拿的又是一本《Tales of the Jazz Age》……

 

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  1. 1 On April 19th, 2007, Jacqueline said:

    Great, how can you write so real that like you’re the deaf-mute?

  2. 2 On April 28th, 2007, groundhoggie said:

    I read it for the first time when I was in Istanbul, but it was in a hurry. I just read it again, in the hotel I stay in Minneapolis, and I think I got a much better picture.

    The story is beautifully written, very well structured, unique and innovative. It pulls readers’ attention immediately when it was revealed that the narrator lost her hearing 20 meters under the water. The narrator’s relaxed tone and the repeating mentioning of jazz together create an atmosphere that is beautiful and sad at the same time.

    I want to focus on two things that I think could be improved.

    1. There’s one principle in story telling called “to show not to tell”. In several places, this story made statements (telling) but lacked specific plots (showing).

    The narrator is telling the story of her ex boyfriend. She tells the reader, in very thought provoking analysis, that he’s a jerk, but giving no specific details (incidents between her and her ex) to help the readers reach the conclusion on their own. The readers are not convinced.

    The same thing happens at the beginning of the story, when the narrator lost her hearing. The narrator tells how painful it is to wake to this fact. She says she cries over and over again. But again, there’s no specific details — how about a detailed plot/story which shows the panic?

    2. The final tragedy — the narrator was shot because she didn’t hear the robber, was sort of disconnected to the rest of the story.

    How about this. The narrator sees her ex in the bank. He is on the ground, looking in the direction of the narrator, hands above his head, very frightened. The narrator thinks he has something to say to her (eg. a confession? a penitence?) runs to him, and that’s why she’s gunned down. It would be even better if this misunderstanding is caused by some previous incident between the narrator and her ex, which is revealed earlier in the story.

  3. 3 On April 28th, 2007, 怎一個“餃”字了得 said:

    Thanks a lot, hoggie!
    couldn’t agree with you more on Point 1. guess i should add in some more details to show.

    as for Point 2, i do like your suggestion very much since it sounds more dramatic and attracive.
    however, i want to keep the original plot to make it a bit closer to the REALITY. ‘cos i don’t believe the girl would still care about what her ex-boyfriend would say, not to mention running to him, which surely needs PASSION and expectations.

    what do you think?

  4. 4 On April 29th, 2007, groundhoggie said:

    I am not sure what is the reality.

    Does the narrator hate her ex? or is she disgusted by her ex?

    If it’s the latter, then why would she wants to mention some disgusting things in such a dreamy, relaxed, and beautiful tone, in such a nostalgic atmosphere? Why should the reader be interested in disgusting things?

    If she hates him, then apparently she still cares, even if she herself wouldn’t want to admit.

    So, spotting her ex in the bank at least confuses her. If I saw someone I loved long ago unexpectedly, I will probably freeze for a moment, and then either leave or say a hi. But here it is different. Her ex is lying on the ground. The expression on his face, and whether he says something or keeps quiet, while between him and a gun there was this girl who lost hearing because of him walking toward him, would say a lot about his character. (As a reader, I’m very curious to know.)

    Of course, the narrator after being gunned down, would regret walking toward him, and that’s exactly what’s the tragedy is about.

    The tragedy is, in reality, we are all blind and deaf.

  5. 5 On April 29th, 2007, 怎一個“餃”字了得 said:

    The reality is: there probably wouldn’t be such a coincidence that the narrator dies in front of her ex. and i don’t want the plot rely so much on coincidence ‘cos a deaf girl encountering an armed robbery is already one.

    besides, if she is to be gunned down in those circumstances, her ex would finally find out that she has lost her hearing — that would be against my design. you know what, in REALITY, once the link (by which i mean ANY kind of relationship) between two people breaks, more often than not they would remain out of touch in the rest of their lives. and since then no matter what happens to one of them, there wouldn’t a chance for the other to know. life is just like that, not without oblivion and unawareness. this is one of the messages i mean to hide between lines.

    to talk about the girl’s feeling towards her ex, i think she doesn’t hate him. neither does she care about him is the truth. otherwise she probably can not mention him in such a light-hearted and joking way
    to the reader. to the girl the guy might be something between a stranger and a familiar image in an ad., which sometimes reminds her of an old episode or two but too far away just like others’ stories shown on TV…

    still i like the situation you pictured. i’m wondering if i should write another story with this brilliant idea of yours — i mean, it might not be exactly the same deaf-girl-been-killed-in-between-a-gun-and-an-ex thing, but the message in hiding would be alike.

    how’s that, hoggie?

  6. 6 On April 29th, 2007, groundhoggie said:

    I totally agree with you. I hate coincidence too. Tragedy built upon coincidence is not tragedy anymore.

    I like your interpretation of reality — once a link is broken, it is broken for ever with high probability. We all know Hollywood movies are the opposite. However, your story doesn’t fully bring out your interpretation — maybe you didn’t try hard enough. That’s why I don’t see the purpose of the narrator’s death. It seems disconnected to the rest of the story.

    Of course I would like you to write a new story in my silly version. Please do.

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