Beloved（宠儿英文原版）-Toni Morrison

Beloved

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Sixty million

and more

I will call them my people,

which were not my people;

and her beloved,

which was not beloved.

ROMANS 9: 25

Table of Contents

Beloved

One

124 WAS SPITEFUL

NOT QUITE

DENVER’S SECRETS

PLEASANTLY TROUBLED

A FULLY DRESSED

RAINWATER

IT WAS TIME

OUT OF SIGHT

SHE MOVED HIM

TO GO BACK

THE LAST

DENVER FINISHED

AT THE BACK

WHEN THE

THAT AIN’T

SHE WAS

Two

124 WAS LOUD

IT WAS

HOWDY

Three

124 WAS QUIET

HIS COMING

THERE IS

One

124 WAS SPITEFUL. Full of a baby’s venom. The women in the house knew it and so did the children. For years each put up with the spite in his own way, but by 1873 Sethe and her daughter Denver were its only victims. The grandmother, Baby Suggs, was dead, and the sons, Howard and Buglar, had run away by the time they were thirteen years old–as soon as merely looking in a mirror shattered it (that was the signal for Buglar); as soon as two tiny hand prints appeared in the cake (that was it for Howard). Neither boy waited to see more; another kettleful of chickpeas smoking in a heap on the floor; soda crackers crumbled and strewn in a line next to the door sill. Nor did they wait for one of the relief periods: the weeks, months even, when nothing was disturbed. No. Each one fled at once–the moment the house committed what was for him the one insult not to be borne or witnessed a second time. Within two months, in the dead of winter, leaving their grandmother, Baby Suggs; Sethe, their mother; and their little sister, Denver, all by themselves in the gray and white house on Bluestone Road. It didn’t have a number then, because Cincinnati didn’t stretch that far. In fact, Ohio had been calling itself a state only seventy years when first one brother and then the next stuffed quilt packing into his hat, snatched up his shoes, and crept away from the lively spite the house felt for them.

Baby Suggs didn’t even raise her head. From her sickbed she heard them go but that wasn’t the reason she lay still. It was a wonder to her that her grandsons had taken so long to realize that every house wasn’t like the one on Bluestone Road. Suspended between the nas tiness of life and the meanness of the dead, she couldn’t get interested in