sexta-feira, 24 de agosto de 2012

Underworld II

  "And I knew that strategic bombers flew at something like fifty-five thousand feet. And I decided this is the refracted light from an object way up there, this is the circular form it takes. Because I wanted to believe that's what we were seeing. B-52s. War scared me all right but those lights, I have to tell you those lights were a complex sensation. Those planes on permanent alert, ever present you know, sweeping the Soviet borders, and I remember sitting out there rocking lightly at anchor in some deserted cove and feeling a sense of awe, a child's sleepy feeling of mystery and danger and beauty. I think that is power. I think if you maintain a force in the world that comes into people's sleep, you are exercising a meaningful power. Now [1992] that power is in shatters or tatters and now that those Soviet borders don't even exist in the same way, I think we understand, we look back, we see ourselves more clearly, and them as well. Power meant something thirty, forty years ago. It was stabel, it was focused, it was tangible thing. It was greatness, danger, terror, all those thing. And it held us together, the Soviets and us. Maybe it held the world together. You could measure things. You could measure hope and you could measure destruction".

1.ª parte, pp. 75-76.



Neste outro trecho, estamos lá, com o olhar fixo nas mãos de Cotter e na mão de Bill, Bill que agarrou primeiro na bola de basebol, a bola do jogo histórico em que os Giants ganharam aos Dodgers, em 1951, e Cotter que torce a mão do outro daquela forma violenta:

  "It is a small tight conflict of fingers and inches, a lifetime of effort compressed into seconds.
  He gets his hands around the rival's arm just above the wrist. He is working fast, thinking fast - too much and people take sides.
  The rival, the foe, the ofay [*], veins stretched and bulged between white knuckles. If people take sides, does Cotter have a chance?
(...)
  And Cotter's hands around the rival's arm, twisting in opposite directions, burning the skin - it's called an Indian burn, remember? One hand grinding one way, the other going the other, twisting hard, working fast.
  There's a pause in the rival's breathing. He is pausing to note the pain. He fairly croons his misgivings now and Cotter feels the arm jerk and the fingers lift from the ball."

Prólogo, pp. 47-48.

[*Cotter é um adolescente negro e Bill Waterson é um homem branco].

2 comentários:

  1. A Guerra Fria é um período que me seduz, bem como, regra geral, toda a História do século XX. A par da Idade Moderna, a Idade Contemporânea será aquela que mais me encanta.


    beijinhos :*

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  2. a mim tb, especialmente porque gosto muito de livros de espionagem com esse tema como fundo.
    este não é um livro desse género, contudo, mas é muito bom.
    bjs.

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