说起《西方狼》这本书,我记忆中一幅画面就会清晰地浮现出来。那是在上世纪九十年代初,在美国繁华的第五大道的一间书店里,一位清瘦的中国男人站在书架前,抱着一本书在读,一站就是两三个小时,第一天,第二天,第三天……书店中的伙计开始用一种奇怪的目光打量他,但是从来没有来打扰过 Speaking of “Western Wolf” book, I remember a picture will be clearly revealed. It was in the early nineties of the last century, in a bustling Fifth Avenue American bookstore, a thin Chinese man standing in front of a bookcase, holding a book to read, one stop is two or three hours, the first One day, the second day, the third day ... The folks in the bookstore began to look at him with a weird gaze, but never bothered