如果,有那么一个少有人走的海滨,偏巧还有那么一栋向阳而居的老屋,一入夜,月光幽微,涛声之外,唧蛉子长鸣不休。这样的环境,无所事亨地读《寡居的一年》,保准再写意没有了。不过,当真身处那么一种境地,谁还读什么小说呢。露丝·柯尔身逢此境远在一九五八年之夏,全书以此开头,这一年,她才四岁,两个在她出生之 If so, there is a few people walking the beach, so there is a sunny house in the sun, the night, quiet moonlight, the waves, the chirp son endless. This kind of environment, doing nothing to read “widowed year”, the standard of care and then no idea. However, in such a situation really, who read what novel do. Ruth Kohl’s body came as far as this. In the summer of 1958, the book begins with that year, when she was four and two were born