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夜访吸血鬼Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles
发表于: 2008-9-14 09:08 作者: breequeen 来源: 『原版英语』
夜访吸血鬼
Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles
by
Anne Rice
《夜访吸血鬼》以男主角倒叙的方式叙述自己的吸血鬼生活，在他的200年经历中他看到了形形色色的人类和吸血鬼，看到了社会的真，善，美，丑，恶，虚伪，可谓是阅历丰富。而一些具体的前面已经说了，后面也不想废话了，说下一些经典台词。
一：当克劳迪娅轻轻地说，忽地泪流满面，扑进路易的怀抱中喃喃自语。
我的黑天使，在你走后还有谁，还会有谁，让我不顾一切地爱……
二 我从来没有因你对我的所作所为而哭泣，这是种折磨……
三 刚才死去的不是那个女人，而是我最后的一丝人性
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很多资料认为吸血鬼害怕的东西有很多，比如吸血鬼怕大蒜，圣水和木桩。这些传闻大多是不正确的。吸血鬼最害怕的东西是阳光。部分异能强大的吸血鬼可以对阳光具有微弱的抵抗力，但是没有任何吸血鬼能经受阳光的照晒。另外，高温对吸血鬼也有一定的克制作用，因此，吸血鬼通常都在夜间行动，因为白天的日光和高温都会严重的影响他们的思维和能力。此外，吸血鬼完全不怕大蒜和圣水。如果有人拥有极端强烈的宗教信仰，有可能用十字架暂时抑制吸血鬼，但是吸血鬼绝不会因此而致死。同样的，木桩对吸血鬼也毫无作用，但如果能用木桩钉住吸血鬼的心脏，可以令其暂时麻痹直到拔除为止）
吸血鬼剧场:那里面有一段吸血鬼自编自演的剧,有一段很有意思:有个苦行僧口渴几乎要死了,在井边找水.吸血鬼把僧人踢入井中.僧人成为天使,升上天空.但天使找不到上帝,又掉入井中.哈哈!这也许就是吸血鬼的心态即无相信上帝也不相信死神与地狱
电影与原著的出入
应该说原著比电影来说，更具有人道主义色彩。毕竟电影是主流商业片，不够符合“和谐精神”的社会现象往往会被剧组篡改。但我相信还是有许多观众有兴趣了解这个故事被隐藏的剧情。
1.路易在书中并不是为失去妻子而伤心，他难过是因为他弟弟，他父亲死后，路易作为庄园主，一直在试图保护弟弟不受母亲和妹妹的迫害，然而有一次，虔诚的弟弟有一次看到幻象，但路易不相信他，两人大吵，结果弟弟摔下楼梯，折断了脖子，死了，大家都怀疑是路易杀的，而路易则非常悔恨内疚，为自己不相信弟弟而导致弟弟死亡感到痛苦，而母亲一直对外界宣称是小儿子自己死的，不是路易杀的，结果母亲被关进精神病院，而妹妹则靠装疯来躲避群众的迫害，这里作者暗示了美国早期殖民者的阶级斗争和利益纠葛，也反映了人民群众排除异己的恶劣手段，他们的罪行实在是令人发指。
2.影片中并没有提到莱斯特其实是路易同时代的人，他的老父亲一直在寻衅找茬，以道德为借口，想毁掉儿子的生活，而莱斯特非常憎恨他，两人每天吵架，这些情节体现了美国年轻人反对长辈权威的斗争。就象老一辈的欧洲人一样，长辈们尽力毁掉孩子的前途，导致他们无法自立更生，从而以生存危机来钳制他们，并逐步把他们转化为奴隶，这是一种普遍的社会现象，并且长辈们会因此占据道德的至高点，最后，莱斯特杀了这个邪恶的老人，和路易一起吸干了他的血。以报复多年来的所受的折磨，以及那无休止的“吸血鬼”和“寄生虫”的谩骂。作者赋予一个无助绝望的孩子一个长生不老的高雅化身，正是她向往自由，渴望复仇的精神写照。
[ 本帖最后由 breequeen 于 2008-9-19 04:52 编辑 ]
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breequeen (2008-9-14 09:18:37)
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他们死了,可是他们却又以另一个形式活着了,永远的活着.这就是永生的死亡吗 ?
Drink from me and live forever
莱斯特的声音低沉诱惑如同暗夜，他燃烧如灰色火焰的眼睛在烛火流光下眩蓝深紫，他的金发华丽灿烂好像天使之翼，歌迪亚的谎言之父，在路易斯抱住他的手腕吮吸鲜血的刹那许下了誓言，誓言是对生为人者最高之诱惑，永生.
没有什么可以永生,除了上帝和魔鬼.而莱斯特和路易并不能幸运的跻身其列。所以永生对他们而言，甘美痛苦，一如死亡。
如何才是死亡？
若有灵魂，当它栖息于别样的身体，我是否已经死亡？
若我的身体依然，却栖息了别样的灵魂，我是否已经死亡？
若堕入轮回，在忘川水边掬清泉而饮，从此前世今生皆茫茫，我是否已经死亡?
若我从此不再拥有记忆，若我放弃了所有来时去时的路，我是否已经死亡?
当红颜老去，满头白发，当颤抖的唇吐不出完整的字，顿拙的脑再也感觉不到时光的流痕，当懵懂无知一如幼童，当年的韶华美人风流云散是否已经死去了?
可怕的是，当我们死了，却仍然一无所知。
年少的莱斯特疯了般奔跑在阿芙根郡安静的旷野，歇斯底里的大声尖叫。没有人理会他的悲伤，不知道死亡为何物，不知道为什么要死亡。你见过上帝吗？
你相信灵魂吗？天堂在哪里？死亡随时随地可能降临，那时一切皆无。年轻的孩子在奔跑，没有人给他回答，女巫广场上没有哀嚎，尼姑拉忧郁的提琴一遍又一遍的
响。忧郁一如路易的眼睛。
路易是忧郁的，忧郁的等待着死亡。天堂或者地狱，只要有一个终结。他唯一要的只是一个终结。但是他接受了来斯特的黑暗赐礼，所以生命延续。
如果可以知道吸血鬼为何存在，如果可以探知所有的未知，如果可以看见上帝和魔鬼，那么信仰就可以飞翔，无论是被诅咒的还是被驱逐的。但如果没有地
狱呢？路易说我们应该下地狱的时候，莱斯特轻轻的呢喃，如果没有地狱呢，如果连地狱都不要我们呢？信仰瞬间崩塌，若没有上帝，我们因何祈祷，若没有善良，
我们凭何审判，若生命并不值得尊重，道德何处栖身。
路易是谨守道德的，他因此而自责。他抱着道德不放，仿佛他仍可以以人的信仰而活。他寻找先知，相信所有的都有答案，他听不见莱斯特在幽静的城堡里大叫，没什么可相信的，我们一无所知，就算死去也一样。
然后他遇到了阿曼德。活过四百年岁月阿曼德，然而他是否真的活过了那么久？那么久他是否都是真的活着？他能告诉路易的就是，没有人知道答案，答案
要自己去找。他同莱斯特一样没有答案。那秀美的少年，辉煌如拜占庭的兴衰，不愿在负担记忆的伤痛，寻找路易为伴。他要的是重生，还是死亡？或者重生就是死亡？
…
“多年来我游荡，意大利、希腊，所有古老的土地。但世界对我而言如墓地，一个四处是破碎雕像的墓场。每个雕像都像她的脸。”
“我夜夜出现，吸食我所遇到的人。但我的热情都已随着她的金发消逝，只剩下一具躯壳。孤立，不变，空虚的。”
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Do you still want death,or have you tasted it enough?"当红唇在颈后呢喃，血液的汨汨声在耳畔是如此美妙，吸血鬼幽深明亮的眸子里那个没有阳光也没有死亡的世界在召唤着你，那颗被人世痛苦折磨得毫无生意的心灵会促使你的嘴巴作出“enough”的回应。
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挑剔的李斯特为什么会选择路易？美丽、强壮又不想活下去的人不只他一个。而且他善良，这个性格决定了吸血鬼对他而言不是个很有前途的职业——似乎确凿正是这一点吸引了李斯特，恰似道连·格雷起初的纯洁无瑕吸引了亨利勋爵。只可惜李斯特没有像勋爵一样把美少年腐化成功然后欣赏他的堕落，“邪恶是观点问题”，李斯特最终都没把路易变成和自己一样的吸血鬼；路易的黑暗天赋（dark gift），正是纯美无瑕的人类灵魂。
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挑剔的李斯特为什么会选择路易？美丽、强壮又不想活下去的人不只他一个。而且他善良，这个性格决定了吸血鬼对他而言不是个很有前途的职业——似乎确凿正是这一点吸引了李斯特，恰似道连·格雷起初的纯洁无瑕吸引了亨利勋爵。只可惜李斯特没有像勋爵一样把美少年腐化成功然后欣赏他的堕落，“邪恶是观点问题”，李斯特最终都没把路易变成和自己一样的吸血鬼；路易的黑暗天赋（dark gift），正是纯美无瑕的人类灵魂。
那李斯特呢？令人心甘情愿奉献出鲜血的吸血鬼，相比于《惊情四百年》那位德古拉伯爵来说。德普辞演该角对我们来说也许不算遗憾，因为金发的阿汤哥在容貌和演技的盛年为我等花痴献出了登峰造极的表演。黑暗里对路易的那一个魅笑自不必说，召妓当晚餐的那一段，薄绸的维多利亚风格白衬衣敞开着，纤长的手指拈着盛满鲜血的高脚杯，能够拒绝这邀请的只有被邀请的路易一个人。李斯特当然喜欢所有人鼻血狂喷，那可是不错的开胃酒哦……那个瑟瑟发抖满脸花妆泪痕的妓女呵，虽然剧情必须实在破坏意境，我十分赞成李斯特把她关进棺材。a0f75ce92f6fc733b90e2d06.jpg
所以不能不说克劳蒂娅，李斯特为了留住路易把他喜欢的小女孩也变成了吸血鬼，“送你一个礼物，我们俩的女儿。”那张平淡的小脸上血色褪去变成洁白的瓷，美丽的金色卷发如繁花盛开般迅速生长簇拥着洋娃娃一样的脸庞，长长睫毛抬起玻璃眼珠发出夺目的光芒，每一只吸血鬼原来都是绝色。饰演她的是天才童星邓斯特，蜘蛛侠的花瓶女友小时侯本是浑身散发出哥特气息的洛丽塔。玫瑰花瓣似的双唇开启，“I want more.”是吸够“父亲”鲜血后变成吸血鬼的她的第一句话。克劳蒂娅，时时令李斯特教授时欣喜若狂，路易溺爱时百转柔肠的克劳蒂娅，是两只吸血鬼共同创造的完美作品，尽管还不够强大，“可在杀人方面是个神童。”比起路易她更具备李斯特的嫡亲血统，但比起李斯特来她更爱路易。曾有评论指出她选择路易而杀死李斯特不是因为她更爱路易而是因为路易更容易控制。是这样么？路易有句独白，后悔第二次杀死李斯特：“我似乎错怪了李斯特，因为他也很孤独……”每只吸血鬼都很孤独，无论是李斯特、克劳蒂娅还是后来的阿曼德，都希望得到路易与之为伴；路易那没什么用处的DARK GIFT，在黑暗、孤独、永恒的吸血鬼世界里是那么珍贵。爱，控制欲，占有欲，在吸血鬼们的心目里界限并不那么分明；就像克劳蒂娅用十岁的身体一百岁的灵魂与路易一起翩翩起舞，搂着路易的脖子低吟：“My father,my love,ma dark angel…”谁能说的清这是哪种感情？若你和一个人一起生活了几百年，你又怎能说清对他或她是什么感情。如果有人爱上了在这亿万颗星星中独一无二的一株花，当他看着这些星星的时候，这就足以使他感到幸福。他可以自言自语地说：“我的那朵花就在其中的一颗星星上…“。5e17df02d0f142034afb5136.jpg
breequeen (2008-9-14 09:31:22)
"I see..." said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the window. For a long time he stood there against the dim light from Divisadero Street and the passing beams of traffic. The boy could see the furnishings of the room more clearly now, the round oak table, the chairs. A wash basin hung on one wall with a mirror. He set his brief case on the table and waited.
"But how much tape do you have with you?" asked the vampire, turning now so the boy could see his profile. "Enough for the story of a life?"
"Sure, if it's a good life. Sometimes I interview as many as three or four people a night if I'm lucky. But it has to be a good story. That's only fair, isn't it?"
"Admirably fair," the vampire answered. "I would like to tell you the story of my life, then. I would like to do that very much."
"Great," said the boy. And quickly he removed the small tape recorder from his brief case, making a check of the cassette and the batteries. "I'm really anxious to hear why you believe this, why you..."
"No," said the vampire abruptly. "We can't begin that way. Is your equipment ready?"
"Yes," said the boy.
"Then sit down. I'm going to turn on the overhead light."
"But I thought vampires didn't like light," said the boy. "If you think the dark adds to the atmosphere."
But then he stopped. The vampire was watching him with his back to the window. The boy could make out nothing of his face now, and something about the still figure there distracted him. He started to say something again but he said nothing. And then he sighed with relief when the vampire moved towards the table and reached for the overhead cord.
At once the room was flooded with a harsh yellow light. And the boy, staring up at the vampire, could not repress a gasp. His fingers danced backwards on the table to grasp the edge. "Dear God!" he whispered, and then he gazed, speechless, at the vampire.
The vampire was utterly white and smooth, as if he were sculpted from bleached bone, and his face was as seemingly inanimate as a statue, except for two brilliant green eyes that looked down at the boy intently like flames in a skull. But then the vampire smiled almost wistfully, and the smooth white substance of his face moved with the infinitely flexible but minimal lines of a cartoon. "Do you see?" he asked softly.
The boy shuddered, lifting his hand as if to shield himself from a powerful light. His eyes moved slowly over the finely tailored black coat he'd only glimpsed in the bar, the long folds of the cape, the black silk tie knotted at the throat, and the gleam of the white collar that was as white as the vampire's flesh. He stared at the vampire's full black hair, the waves that were combed back over the tips of the ears, the curls that barely touched the edge of the white collar.
"Now, do you still want the interview?" the vampire asked.
The boy's mouth was open before the sound came out. He was nodding. Then he said, "Yes."
The vampire sat down slowly opposite him and, leaning forward, said gently, confidentially, "Don't be afraid. Just start the tape."
And then he reached out over the length of the table. The boy recoiled, sweat running down the sides of his face. The vampire clamped a hand on the boy's shoulder and said, "Believe me, I won't hurt you. I want this opportunity. It's more important to me than you can realize now. I want you to begin." And he withdrew his hand and sat collected, waiting.
It took a moment for the boy to wipe his forehead and his lips with a handkerchief, to stammer that the microphone was in the machine, to press the button, to say that the machine was on.
"You weren't always a vampire, were you?" he began.
"No," answered the vampire. "I was a twenty-five year-old man when I became a vampire, and the year was seventeen ninety-one."
The boy was startled by the preciseness of the date and he repeated it before he asked, "How did it come about?"
"There's a simple answer to that. I don't believe I want to give simple answers," said the vampire. "I think I want to tell the real story..."
"Yes," the boy said quickly. He was folding his handkerchief over and over and wiping his lips now with it again.
"There was a tragedy..." the vampire started. "It was my younger brother... He died." And then he stopped, so that the boy cleared his throat and wiped at his face again before stuffing the handkerchief almost impatiently into his pocket.
"It's not painful, is it?" he asked timidly.
"Does it seem so?" asked the vampire. "No." He shook his head. "It's simply that I've only told this story to one other person. And that was so long ago. No, it's not pa'
"We were living in Louisiana then. We'd received a land grant and settled two indigo plantations on the Mississippi very near New Orleans..."
"Ah, that's the accent..." the boy said softly.
For a moment the vampire stared blankly. "I have an accent?" He began to laugh.
And the boy, flustered, answered quickly. "I noticed it in the bar when I asked you what you did for a living. It's just a slight sharpness to the consonants, that's all. I never guessed it was French."
"It's all right," the vampire assured him. "I'm not as shocked as I pretend to be. It's only that I forget it from time to time. But let me go on...."
"
"I was talking about the plantations. They had a great deal to do with it, really, my becoming a vampire. But I'll come to that. Our life there was both luxurious and primitive. And we ourselves found it extremely attractive. You see, we lived far better there than we could have ever lived in France. Perhaps the sheer wilderness of Louisiana only made it seem so, but seeming so, it was. I remember the imported furniture that cluttered the house." The vampire smiled. "And the harpsichord; that was lovely. My sister used to play it. On summer evenings, she would sit at the keys with her back to the open French windows. And I can still remember that thin, rapid music and the vision of the swamp rising beyond her, the moss-hung cypresses floating against the sky. And there were the sounds of the swamp, a chorus of creatures, the cry of the birds. I think we loved it. It made the rosewood furniture all the more precious, the music more delicate and desirable. Even when the wisteria tore the shutters oft the attic windows and worked its tendrils right into the whitewashed brick in less than a year.... Yes, we loved it. All except my brother. I don't think I ever heard him complain of anything, but I knew how he felt. My father was dead then, and I was head of the family and I had to defend him constantly from my mother and sister. They wanted to take him visiting, and to New Orleans for parties, but he hated these things. I think he stopped going altogether before he was twelve. Prayer was what mattered to him, prayer and his leather-bound lives of the saints.
"Finally I built him an oratory removed from the house, and he began to spend most of every day there and often the early evening. It was ironic, really. He was so different from us, so different from everyone, and I was so regular! There was nothing extraordinary about me whatsoever." The vampire smiled.
"Sometimes in the evening I would go out to him and find him in the garden near the oratory, sitting absolutely composed on a stone bench there, and I'd tell him my troubles, the difficulties I had with the slaves, how I distrusted the overseer or the weather or my brokers... all the problems that made up the length and breadth of my existence. And he would listen, making only a few comments, always sympathetic, so that when I left him I had the distinct impression he had solved everything for me. I didn't think I could deny him anything, and I vowed that no matter how it would break my heart to lose him, he could enter the priesthood when the time came. Of course, I was wrong." The vampire stopped.
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