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1949年，被誉为“东方巴黎”的中国大都市上海关闭了她通往世界的所有门户，直至1979年再度打开，其间整整三十年……
1979年，上海重新融入国际社会，尔后，经历的是另一个天翻地覆的二十年，社会的一切生态都已发生了根本意义上的变异……
与此同时，香港，这座“东方伦敦”，一百五十四年的殖民长河也终于流尽，流到了1997年7月1日，这个大限的悬端崖沿，日子开始飞瀑而下……
这是中华民族史上的一个非常时期，谜一般的时代，谜一般的城市，谜一般的整整一代人。一切无可奈何，一切总也可以奈何；而不可理喻的结局永远是终能理喻。
有这么四个人物两对夫妇，已龄届中年。每一个时代都在他们心灵的深处刻下了不同形态的、难以磨灭的刀创斧痕。小说以其为承重梁柱，支撑起了这么个特色时代的整座舞台，然后再让一幕幕的人间喜悲剧在此上演。背景人物不停地变幻，梦境现实时刻在交替，理念与意识反复重叠。在这个价值观、生命观、理想观都严重错位了的时代，人们的肉体和感官都在享受，在醉生梦死，精神却在挣扎；而精神所付出的代价正是肉体所耗去的……
精致的思维，精致的心理，精致的刻画，精致的语言，精致的细节，构筑起了当代中国社会最精致的一个阶层的日常点滴与其丰富多彩的精神图貌。犹若一只明清朝代的精瓷花瓶，珍贵却十分脆弱、易碎；她在半明半晦的光线中闪烁着一种诱人的幽光。这是当代中国文学与世界文学相切面上的某个最短兵相接的触点，与众多的以“黄土地”为题材的文学作品相比，互相对峙，然而又不对立，它们共同构筑起了立体中国形象的双重个性。
真相，就离他一步之遥。
他站立在原地犹豫了有两三分钟。……但他平静，平静得出奇；也很理智，理智得出奇；就像一个第三者在观看一幕与己完全无关的电视连续剧中的高潮戏一样。他想，他也没什么，他只是将一件他在三十多年前偷抢来的物品归还了原主？……
他打开了大门的保险掣，打算从正门离去。离去，然后回到他的太湖度假村继续他的写作。……但就在此时，房中传出来的呻吟声突然响亮了起来，这是她的声音，他太熟悉这种声音了。他把刚打算跨出门槛去的一只脚又收了回来。……但他告诉自己说，快走，你要赶快走！……他在客厅里左右环顾地寻找了一番，发现了一份挂历。他掏出笔来，他要在上边做个记号，一个很明显的，只有他兆正才有可能留下的记号。在那一天的那一个时刻。……
就这么个亮点，或者说是黑洞，构成了他对于事件的全部反应与报复。……
有时，“人生的缘分有点像七巧拼板，盈缺凹凸，这一个人此一刻的镶入处正是那一个人那一刻的凹缺处。”
就这么样的一部强烈着中国特色的“新双城记”，在大文豪狄更斯离世150多年后的今天再度问世……
时代是平面的，生命是纵直的，一线生命洞穿过多少面缤纷而又奇异的时代，而一片时代又切断了无数条伟大或者可怜的生命。
命运很无情，但很公正……
2004年7月12日
于上海西康公寓
Intersection
…A Synopsis
In 1949； China's cosmopolitan Shanghai； 〃the Paris of the East〃； closed all
her gates to the outside world； until 1979。 It was a lapse of thirty years。
1979 saw Shanghai re…immerse herself into the international munity；
followed by another earthshaking twenty…year when the entire social ecosystem
went through fundamental changes。
Meanwhile； Hong Kong； 〃the London of the East〃 witnessed the 154…year old
colonial river to have flowed to its end at year 1997； to the edge of steep
cliffs where things started to swirl downward like huge cascade。
This was a critical moment in Chinese history； an era of mystery； mystery
cities and a whole mystery generation。 Everything leaves no choice； but
everything is tolerated one way or another。 All the inexplicable endings will
always be elucidated eventually。
There are four characters…two couples； all in their mid ages； in the story。
Each era has inflicted in the depth of their soul different shapes of； and
ineradicable wounds。 The story takes this theme as its pillar that lifts up the
whole stage of that distincive era； where scene after scene of human edy and
tragedy is being played 。 Background and characters keep revolving； fantasy and
reality keep interchanging； and ration and consciousness keep overlapping； over
and over again。 In this era when perspectives on value； life and ideal are
gravely dislocated； human flesh and sense organs are seeking pleasures；
befuddled in physical desires whereas their spirit is struggling。 It is the
sensual pleasures that wear away the spirit。
Refined thoughts； vibrant psychological flow； vivid depiction； cultivated
language； and sophisticated details； all carve out the most exquisite statue of
the bits of daily life with one social genre in contemporary China and its rich
spiritual world。 It is just like a delicate ancient china vase； precious but
fragile； glimmering an alluring gleam in the dim light。 This represents a cross
point of contemporary Chinese literature and world literature where the two
bat fa
ce to face。 pared with all other Chinese literary works that takes 〃yellow
earth〃 as their theme； this novel stands out in stark contrast； but not in
conflict； both themes together build up the two sides of a personality of a
multi…dimensional China。
The truth is nothing but one step away。
He stood there； hesitating for a few minutes。。。。 But he was so calm；
surprisingly calm； and he was also so very rational； amazingly rational； as if
he were just a spectator watching a climax scene in a TV series； pletely
irrelevant。 He thought it's OK； and that he was； after all； only returning the
thing to the owner that he stole or robbed some thirty years ago？
He opened the security lock； trying to leave through the front door； leaving
this place to return to the Lake Resort to continue his writing。 But exactly at
this moment； the moan in the room was being louder。 It was her sound of moan。
He was too familiar with that sound。 He pulled back his foot in the air half way
over the threshold。 But he was telling himself： get out； and get out fast！ 。。。
He was in the living room looking around for something； and he found a wall
calendar。 He took out a pen； and he wanted to make a mark on it； a mark so
noticeable that only he could have possibly left： this moment on this day。。。。
It is this spotlight； or this black hole that constituted his plete
response to and total revenge on this event。 。。。
This A New Tale of Two Cities with glaring Chinese characteristics es into
the world 150 years after the decease of the English literature giant Charles
Dickens。。。。
Eras are horizontal planes whereas lives are vertical threads。 A thread of
life pierces through many dazzling but bizarre eras while a slice of era cuts
through numerous lives； noble or unfortunate。
Fate is merciless but very fair。。。
兆正离家走上街去的时候
兆正离家走上街去的时候，两旁的街灯恰好在那一刻开始煜煜放亮。
这种青铜质的，巴黎式路灯是近几年来上海市政改造的特色之一，尤其在这个地区。人们竭尽努力地从已发了黄的史料与图片之中，也从老一代人的记忆的底层，挖掘出百多年前租界时代的点点细节来装饰来复旧这个改革开放后的上海，上海的这片“上只角”地区。
路灯所发出的光芒显得极之柔和，衬托在这一片青白未退的天空光的明亮背景上，你只知道，路灯已全被点亮，却还远没能发挥出它们的夜间照明功能。九月底的仲秋季节，气候爽净，街道两边的梧桐树叶仍很茂密，深绿色之中夹带着一斑一块的金黄。人行道是在新近才完成陶花街砖的铺设的，树叶丛自青铜路灯的尖帽顶上层层密密地覆盖下来，街道两边洋味儿十足的餐厅酒吧的霓虹光管也开始苍白地闪烁了起来。
兆正逆着人流向前走去，正是下班时分。过两条横街便是淮海路，现一刻，从那主杆道上分流出来的归家的人潮在这横