Djenar Maesa Ayu
Djenar Maesa Ayu



狗人 [3]
--Djenar Maesa Ayu,Michael Nieto Garcia英譯,羅浩原 轉譯


這個故事並非英雄傳說。而且因為沒有任何像我這樣的說書人覺得需要講這故事,就算我不講,也不會有人在意。沒人有興趣聽我訴說我的朋友…

…狗人



+ 那你為何還要跟我講﹖
- 我沒有,我只是自己對自己講。妳只是碰巧在這邊罷了。如果妳不要聽,我並不在意。

她沉默了,透過面向夕陽的窗戶凝視著遠方。她的唇縫間發出一陣低嘶聲:「狗人」

- 對,他們正是這麼稱呼他的,狗人。
+ 他長著狗頭、狗尾和四條腿嗎﹖
- 那就成了真狗了。非也,他是個正常人,像我們一樣。只不過…
+ 只不過怎樣﹖
- 他的行為像狗。
+ 等等。你剛剛說人們稱他為狗人。你的意思是他的行為開始像狗後人們才如此稱他,還是他打從出生就是如此﹖
- 生來如此。
+ 生來如此,然後他的舉動一直像狗﹖這算什麼﹖他的父母是變態嗎﹖
- 噢,並非如此。但我確定他的父母對他性格的塑造起著重大作用。
+ 所以他被培養成一條人犬。你的意思是這樣嗎﹖
- 或許也不是這樣。
+ 那是怎樣﹖或許他的父母是狗!

一道銀色的月光破雲而出。一隻狗沿著海灘快速奔來,然後停下來好似在跟拍打著牠腳掌的波浪玩似的。牠凝視著月亮發出一聲長嚎!

+ 你的朋友會像那隻狗一樣嚎叫嗎﹖
- 會。事實上,他不只對著滿月嚎叫。他也會發出狗叫。
+ 那隻狗人
- 他會咬人
+ 那隻人犬
- 他長跳蚤
+ 狗東西
- 他寫短篇故事
+ 啥!
- 他寫關於跟狗、牛、雞、馬性交的故事。他寫他跟他媽性交的故事。
+ 真是個狗東西!
- 遠遠不只這樣
+ 還有什麼?
- 他雞姦他媽
+ 狗東西!
- 不只如此
+ 別說了。我無法想像比這更糟的事情。
- 他…
+ 住嘴!
- …割下他媽的生殖器,然後割掉他自己的,然後他將他媽的生殖器縫到他的胯下。
+ 你這狗東西!

她跳出了窗外,一句話也沒說就跑掉了。晚風鞭打著她的頭髮。她跌跌撞撞地跑著,然後嘔吐在沙灘上,那隻狗還在附近對著直瀑而下的月光嚎叫。我追上了她,在潮濕的沙地上坐了下來。

- 妳幹嘛發火﹖短篇故事不就是虛構的而已嗎﹖
+ (仍在喘氣)你說虛構?
- 對,想像的。
+ 只有畜生才會有這種想像。
- 我們都有動物性。
+ 那麼你的動物性容許你接受這種事情?
- 或許吧
+ 總是說或許。或許他父母是狗。或許這是他的動物性。你跟狗人沒什麼區別。
- 或許吧
+ 啊哈!
- 偽善!
+ 什麼?!
- 為何妳要聽我的故事?其他人都不想聽。妳沒發現妳被這故事吸引了嗎﹖妳沒意識到妳的內心深處埋藏著同樣的動物性嗎﹖
+ 你狗娘養的!
- 等等,你先回答我的問題,是也不是﹖
+ 我已經叫你住口了。可是你說個不停。
- 而我早就告訴過妳,妳不需要來聽。
+ 那你為何還要跟著我到這邊來?我不想再聽了!
- 我認為你還想再聽更多這個故事。
+ 不!
- 可你仍坐在那隻狗旁邊。




(未完待續...)

Djenar Maesa Ayu, Mereka bilang, saya monyet!, Jakarta: Gramedia Pustaka Utama, 2002, pp. 43-53.

Djenar Maesa Ayu, Michael Nieto Garcia, trans., They Say I’m a Monkey, Jakarta: Metafor Publishing, 2005, pp. 69-80.


The dog Man [1]
--Djenar Maesa Ayu, translated by Michael Nieto Garcia

This story is no legend. And because of that no storyteller like me is needed to tell it. Even if I were to tell it, no one would care. No one would be interested in hearing the story of my friendship with . . .

the dog man


+ So why are you telling me this then?
- I'm not. I'm just talking to myself. You just happen to be here. If you don't want to listen, that's fine with me.

She was silent. She stared off into the distance through a window facing the sunset. A light breeze flicked strands of her thick hair across my face. From her lips escaped a low hiss, "The Dog Man.

- Yup, that's what they called him, Dog Man.
+ Did he have a dog head, a tail, and four feet?
- That's a real dog. No, he was a normal person, like us. Just . . .
+ Just what?
- He behaved like a dog.
+ Hold on. You just said he was called the Dog Man. Do you mean he was named that since he started behaving like a dog, or since birth?
- Since birth.
+ Since birth, and then he went on to act like a dog? What? Were his parents psychic?
- Oh, no. But I'm sure his parents played an important role in shaping his character.
+ So he was groomed to be a human dog. Is that what you mean?
- Perhaps it wasn't that either.
+ Then what? Perhaps his parents were dogs!

A sliver of silvery moonlight broke through the clouds. A dog ran quickly along the beach and stopped as if wanting to play with the rippling waves that lapped at its paws. Gazing up at the moon it gave a long howl.


+ Did your friend howl like that dog?
- Yeah. In fact, he didn't just howl at the full moon. He barked too.
+ That Dog Man.
- He bit.
+ That human dog.
- He had fleas.
+ The dog.
- He wrote short stories.
+ Hah!
- He wrote about having sex with dogs, cows, chickens, and horses. He wrote about having sex with his mother.
+ What a dog!
- That’s not even the half of it.
+ What else?
- He sodomized his mother.
+ The dog!
- That’s not all.
+ What do you mean?
- Then he killed his mother.
+ Doggg!
- That’s still not all.
+ Don’t go on. I can’t imagine what could be worse than that.
- He…
+ Shut up!
- …cut off his mother’s genitals, then cut off his own. Then he sewed his mother’s genitals to his crotch.
+ You dog!

She jumped out the window, running off without a word. The night wind whipped her hair. She ran staggering and threw up on the beach near the dog that was still howling under the cascading moonlight. I caught up with her and sat on the wet sand.

- Why are you mad? Aren't short stories just fiction?
+ (Still panting) Fiction, you say?
- Yeah, imagination.
+ Only an animal would have that kind of imagination.
- We all have an animal nature.
+ And is it your animal nature that allows you to accept something like that?
- Perhaps.
+ It's always just perhaps. Perhaps his parents were dogs. Perhaps it was his animal nature. You're no different than the Dog Man.
- Perhaps.
+ Ah!
- Hypocrite!
+ What?!
- Why do you listen to my story? No one else wants to hear it. Can’t you see that you’re drawn to the story? Don’t you realize that deep down inside you is buried the same animal nature?
+ You sonofabitch!
- Wait a minute. Answer my question, yes or no?
+ I already told you to shut up. But you keep on talking.
- And I already told you, you don’t have to listen.
+ So why did you follow me over here? I don’t want to hear any more!
- I think you’re still up to hearing more of the story.
+ No!
- You’re still sitting by that dog.




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