我是在彼得·柯伦去世后的那个夏天开始写这本书的,我从七岁时开始认识他,然后和他好了十五年,直到他六十六岁了结自己的生命。为了让这过去发生的一切讲得通,我开始谱写自己的人生故事。即使我歇着的时候,虽然手稿搁在壁橱的架子上,可是我却总能在午后两点感觉它披着绝望的外衣,准时出现在那里,那曾经是彼得会来接我兜风的时刻;绝望在下午五点再次袭来,那是我头枕在他胸口为他朗读的时 I started to write that book after the summer of Peter Curren’s death, and I started to know him when I was seven years old, and I was fifteen years with him until he ended his life sixty-six. To make sense of what happened in the past, I began composing my own life story. Even though I was resting, though the manuscript was resting on the shelf of the closet, I was always able to feel punctuated by its desperate coat at two in the afternoon, punctuated by punctuality that Peter would come and pick me up; Hopelessness struck again at five o’clock in the afternoon, when my head was resting on his chest for him to read aloud