Buongiorno! Anche oggi ritorna una traduzione per Lost in Translation! Il pezzo scelto questa volta arriva da un libro in inglese. Si tratta dell’inizio di One of Us is Lying (che fa parte della lista dei miei 12 libri da leggere quest’anno), il romanzo di Karen M. McManus pubblicato in Italia da Mondadori con il titolo Uno di noi sta mentendo. Bronwyn
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Previously => 1 & 2 & 3 September, 22nd 20XX I told Mr Martin what I’ve discovered at the Chinese restaurant and asked him if it can happen to forget about something you’re used to do so often. He didn’t answer, at least not directly. He just kept on mumbling something about me being confused and deciding to suppress some painful memories.
Mr Martin’s not a good psychologist. No need to wait till now to find out; I just wanted someone to talk to who was not Loopy or my family
Previously –> 1 & 2 September, 8th 20XX Yesterday I met Mr Martin. He said he wants to read my get-through diary starting next week. He asked me to think about it and give him an answer. The soon I answer, the better. I won’t allow it. This is my get-through diary. Tonight I woke up screaming. Another nightmare. I was tearing some photographs apart. They were photos of J and me. I still could not see his face, though. During lunch at crèche I’ve looked at Loopy’s drawings. Sa
Previously September, 4th 20XX This morning I woke up suddenly, breathing heavily. A nightmare. A frightening view of someone I’ve lost. I thought it was about J but I couldn’t say if it was true or just a sensation. Loopy made my breakfast cause I could not stop my hands from shaking. She worries about me, I know it, but I cannot tell her what it feels like. Watching someone killing himself, without having the chance to stop him, is an experience I simply can share with no o
August, 28th 20XX Thus it begins: a grim smile on a young face. I thought he was too young to be grim, but he was. Thinking about our story, now I recollect just a few images of his smile. They’re pieces of a puzzle, a thousand-piece one. I try to put them in the right order, catching a clear sight of his face, but I fail each time. There’s only one thing that I remember, as well as I know my name is Vicky, and that’s a letter. J. It’s the first letter of his name. A name I c
When it’s time to start you just want to leave… Credo di aver sentito questa frase da qualche parte. Forse era in un film o in una canzone, ma non ne sono certa. O forse l’ho appena inventata, non so, e voglio a tutti i costi attribuirla a qualcun altro perché l’idea che le sta dietro mi da un po’ sui nervi, specie oggi. Questo pomeriggio è iniziato un corso in università che ho deciso di seguire – anzi, è iniziato ieri ma per altri impegni non ci sono potuta andare – e già n