贝尼托·塞雷诺
Benito Cereno
Herman Melville · 初版 1855 年
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1799年，来自马萨诸塞州达克斯伯里的 Amasa Delano 船长指挥着一艘载有贵重货物的大型捕海豹兼通用商船，停泊在圣玛丽亚岛的港湾中——那是智利漫长海岸线南部尽头的一座荒凉无人的小岛。他曾靠岸取水……请注意：本书为纯文本格式，易于阅读，而非有时难以辨认的扫描图像。Microsoft eBook 配有链接至各章节标题的目录以便浏览。Adobe eBook 在各章节处设有书签，并支持最多两页打印
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如果你想读麦尔维尔但又不想啃那本大部头的《白鲸》，我强烈推荐短篇小说《贝尼托·塞雷诺》：http://www.esp.org/books/melville/piazza/contents/cereno.htm... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benito_Cereno
If you're looking to read Melville without tackling the lengthy Moby-Dick, I highly recommend the short story Benito Cereno: http://www.esp.org/books/melville/piazza/contents/cereno.htm... https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benito_Cereno
……完全有理由说它是失败之作。麦尔维尔当时在逼自己突破。在爵士乐里我听过管这叫“出轨尝试”（going out）。这是需要资格的。他那些没那么知名的作品，比如《抄写员巴特比》和《贝尼托·塞雷诺》，就要连贯好懂得多（遵循了大家熟悉的类型），但依然带有很浓那种缓慢、神秘的超现实质感，非常值得一读（个人愚见）。https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Benito_Cereno
…had every reason to call it a failure. Melville was pushing himself. In jazz I've heard this called "going out." It's something you earn. His lesser-known works like "Bartleby the Scrivener" and "Benito Cereno" are much more coherent and approachable (they stick to a familiar category), but still have much of that slow, mysterious otherworldly quality and are well worth reading (in my humble opinion). https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Benito_Cereno
不，紧接着它的是极具实验性的大暴死作品《皮埃尔》。后来他最接近重回那套有市场保证的海洋冒险公式的，可能就是《贝尼托·塞雷诺》了。顺带一提：《塞雷诺》里有一种极不公义的道德预设，往最宽容了说，这或许是因为麦尔维尔迫切渴望书能卖出去，加上他假定读者愚昧落后……
No. It was followed by the highly experimental flop Pierre. Maybe the closest he came later to getting back to his marketable sea-adventure formula was Benito Cereno. Aside: There's a grossly unjust moral presumption in Cereno, one that can perhaps most charitably be accounted for by a desperation for book sales on Melville's part, and his assumption of benighted…
我是在 1995 年读的这本，躺在冰冷彻骨的卧室里一张浅粉色的凸纹棉布床罩上，外面呼啸着凄风苦雨的爱尔兰湿冷夜风。三十年前出的企鹅平装本《贝尼托·塞雷诺》还一阵阵地往下掉书页。我当时正处于一次非常轻微的飞叶子/贴票体验中（人生第一次也是最后一次）。太奇妙了。在屏幕上就着这些不动脑子的注释读？……
I read this in 1995 in a freezing cold bedroom lying atop a pale pink candlewick bedspread with the dismal damp Irish night wind howling outside. Pages from Benito Cereno were falling periodically out from the thirty year old penguin paperback. I was on a very mild acid trip (first and last). It was wonderful. Reading it on a screen with these dull minded annotations?…