Sto usando la scusa della mia prima visita a New York per rileggermi la Trilogia di New York, questa volta in inglese.
Iniziando City of glass ho pensato che questa era la quarta o quinta volta che lo leggevo (fra traduzione italiana, fumetto (prima in spagnolo poi in italiano)), ma che non ricordavo esattamente quell’incipit lì (e anche le pagine successive sono una sorpresa grande quasi quanto la prima volta).
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incipit
Moon Palace
It was the summer that men first walked on the moon. I was very young back then, but I did not believe there would ever be a future. I wanted to live dangerously, to push myself as far as I could go, and then see what happened to me when I got there. As it turned out, I nearly did not make it. Little by little, I saw my money dwindle to zero; I lost my apartment; I wound up living in the streets. If not for a girl named Kitty Wu, I probably would have starved to death. I had met her by chance only a short time before, but eventually I came to see that chance as a form of readiness, a way of sarving myself through the minds of others. That was the first part. From then on, strange things happened to me. I took the job with the old man in the wheelchair. I found out who my father was. I walked across the desert from utah to California. That was a long time ago, of course, but I remember those days well, I remember them as the beginning of my life.