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生活在加拿大安大略省的女作家黛安·斯科柏林曾发表过四部短篇小说集,其中包括1990年在加拿大最高文学奖总督文学奖的评选中倍受瞩目的短篇集《我梦中的男人》。她的第一部长篇小说是发表于1996年的《爱的语言》。在那部非常有创造性的小说中,作者用一百个刺激性的词汇作为每一章的题目,以此构成探索爱的含义的框架。小说《身体语言》选自她出版于1998年的短篇小说集《献身的形式》。在这本集子中,作者把文字和插图、尤其是十七到十九世纪的木刻和素描结合在一起,使每一篇思考现代社会各种崇拜与献身形式的小说,分别在它们历史的组织中得到呈现。就小说《身体语言》的写作,黛安曾作过这样一段解释:构思这篇小说时,我想起的第一句话就是“他的脊椎愤怒地挺直”。我仍然十分清晰地记得那个瞬间。我曾经对一个火暴性子、顽固不化地追求我的男人宣告我对他完全没有兴趣。在他刚刚知道了我的想法的时候,他说,没关系。他说,他认为每一个像我这么大年龄的(当时我三十八岁)仍然单身的女人,要是还有哪个男人想要她,她就应该感激才是。当时从我厨房的窗户上,我看着他渐渐地走远了,一目了然地,他受了伤害,并正在火头上。他的脊椎真是愤怒地挺直了。那时我本该为伤害他而感到遗憾,或者为他侮辱人的傲慢而生气,可是相反地,我想到一个人脑子里真正想什么,全都如此生动地被身体揭示出来。不管我们多么费劲地试图掩饰自己的感觉,身体总是出卖我们。
Diane Schober Berlin, a woman writer living in Ontario, Canada, has published four short stories, including the 1990 short story “Man in My Dream”, which received much attention in the selection of the Governor of Canada’s highest literary prize. . Her first novel is “The Language of Love”, published in 1996. In that very creative novel, the author uses one hundred stimulating words as the subject of each chapter, which constitutes the framework for exploring the meaning of love. The body language of the novel was chosen from her short story collection “Devoted Forms,” published in 1998. In this collection, the author combines texts and illustrations, especially the woodcuts and sketches from the 17th to the 19th centuries, so that every novel that takes into consideration the forms of worship and devotion in modern society, respectively, in their history The organization is presented. When it comes to writing the body language, Diane made the following explanation: The first sentence I came to think of when designing this novel was “His spine angrily straightened.” I still remember that moment very clearly. I once told a man who pursued me with a temper and stubbornness that I had no interest in him at all. When he just got my idea, he said it does not matter. He said he thinks every woman who is still single at my age (then I was thirty-eight years old) should be grateful if any other man wanted her. At that time, from the window of my kitchen, I watched him gradually walk away, at a glance, he was hurt and was on fire. His spine is upright in anger. At that time I should have regretted hurting him or being angry at his insulting arrogance, but instead I thought of what one really thought in one mind, all so vividly revealed by the body. No matter how hard we tried to hide our feelings, the body always betrayed us.