翻译：《白色柳条上的血》前3章
目 录 1
内容简介 2
INTRODUCTION 3
翻译实践原文 4
翻译实践译文 17
Essay on Translation Practice 27
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS 31
内容简介
《白色柳条上的血》是一部惊悚小说。小说主人公Victoria Masters在经受了寄养家庭的不愉快和养父的凌辱之后，终于不堪忍受离开寄养家庭踏上漂泊的社会道路，漂泊途中一个神秘男子收留了她。住进了男子的住宅之后，主人公开始不断做一个诡异的梦，而且每次到梦境关键的时候，她的梦就醒了。
译者选取本书的第1,2,3章节进行翻译。
从内容上看，第1章节主要讲述的是马斯特斯离开自己的寄养家庭，得到戴夫的帮助。从马斯特斯和戴夫的对话中看出戴夫似乎是个不错的人，而年轻的马斯特斯也是这么认为的。第2章节主要讲述的是马斯特斯来到戴夫的家里，和其他人一起出去狂欢的经历。在狂欢结束之后，喝多了的戴夫差点强暴了马斯特斯，戴夫似乎开始显现出真面目。第3章节主要讲述的是马斯特斯开始剖析自己的梦境，开始怀疑梦境与戴夫家的联系。
INTRODUCTION
<Blood on white wicker> is a horror fiction.After being raped by her foster father,she could not bear it and ran away from the home.When she was outside the home,she met with a strange man called Dave.He accepted her,but after living in his house,she began nightmares every day.What’s more,when she was in key of the dream,she always woke up.
Translator choose the one,two and three chapter to translate.
From the content point of view,chapter one mainly tells that Masters leave her home and accept the help of Dave.From the conversation of them,Dave seems a good man and Masters think so.Chapter two mainly tells that Masters arrive Dave’s house and the experience of hilarity with other people.After hilarity,drunk Dave nearly raped Masters,and the real appearance of Dave seems to appear.Chapter three mainly tells Masters began to learn something from her nightmare and find some relation between the nightmare and Dave’s house.
翻译实践原文
CHAPTER ONE 1983
When I was 16 years old I began to uncover, not only some of the horrors, but also something quite wonderful about my childhood. My name was Victoria Masters, but my stage name was Brandy, and I had always done whatever I needed to do to survive. I have a police record. The crimes took place before age eighteen, so those records are sealed. My rap sheet for during that time is almost as long as my leg, which is quite long and include grand theft auto, soliciting, and shoplifting to name a few. When I was 15, I ran away from the foster home where I had lived for three years. My foster parents who were supposedly raising me and five other kids were drunk all the time. They didn’t have any real jobs but made a living taking in foster kids. For some reason they were never caught. The youngest kid they had was 3 years old. The night before I ran away, my foster father came into my room in the middle of the night, drunk, and raped me.
There was nothing seductive about it. He came into my room, jerked the covers off me, ripped my gown and panties off, climbed on top of me and grunted like a pig while he raped me. When he was finished, he fell on top of me and started snoring. He was so heavy and smelled so bad I thought I was going to throw up. I got out from under him around 3 a.m., packed everything of mine that I could fit a paper bag, stole his wallet from his hip pocket, and took off. In the small town of Bishop, Georgia, everyone knows everyone. I was afraid of someone in town seeing me. I hiked through the hilly woods until around noon. When I came to a highway, I hitched a ride with a semitruck into Athens. From there, I took a greyhound bus that was about to leave. It happened to be going to New Orleans.
The ride was long and I kept thinking I was going to be sick, due to the cigarette smoke, the motion of the bus, and thinking about what that pig left inside me. Several times I jumped up, ran to the back of the bus, to the bathroom, and dry heaved. When the bus got into Atlanta, the functioning part of my brain was amazed at how big this city was. We left there with a bus load, and I didn’t get to stretch out like before. There was a tiny little gray haired woman sitting next to me who was a chain smoker. I decided I would pretend to sleep so I wouldn’t have to talk to her. She got off in Tallahassee, Florida. From then on it seemed like folks were getting on and off every few miles until we finally reach New Orleans.
New Orleans is probably one of the worse places for me to end up, but if I hadn’t ended up there, I would never have discovered the things that I did. So, here I was just out of Hicksville, 15 years old and in one tough city. I was standing there counting my money,($2.11 total) and wondering if I had enough for food, when I felt someone?s arm go around my waist. I jumped and he said, “Well, well, what have we here?” I was looking into the darkest eyes I had ever seen. They were such a dark shade of brown, that I thought at first they were black. His hair was indeed black and combed straight back. He was wearing a dark green suit made of some sort of shiny material. I am five feet eight inches tall and we were eye to eye. He was very thin.
“Hey pretty lady, you look hungry.
How about I buy you a burger?”
Yeah, yeah, I know what you?re thinking, this is the oldest story around, but don?t forget, I was just fifteen and besides, I was starving. But when he took my arm and said,
“My car is just around the corner,” I didn’t fall for it. I said; “Not so fast, I bet they have hamburgers right here.”
In the bus station diner, he ordered two burgers and two chocolate shakes. We had a sort of choppy conversation between bites.
“So, pretty lady, what? your name?”
“Victoria Masters”
He laughed and he sounded like a stalled car trying to get started.
“Victoria Masters, huh? I don?t know, it sounds pretty regal to me, so I?ll call you Vicky. I?m Dave, by the way. So where are you from?”
“Bishop, Georgia.”
“Where? that?”
“In Georgia.”
He laughed. “How old are you?”
“I? eighteen.”
“Yeah, right, and I? the pope. You know, you?d be really beautiful if you would put on some makeup and take you hair out of those crazy pigtails. Then maybe you?d be believed when you said you were eighteen.”
He was quiet for a while studying me. Finally he wiped his mouth on the napkin, threw the napkin on the table, lit a cigarette and said, “I can give you a job.”
Now a job is what I needed. “What kind of Job?”
He squinted as some of the exhaled cigarette smoke reached his eyes.
“Nothing hard, just running errands. You can even stay at my house, room and board free.”
This made me mad, “I know I just got off the bus from Bishop Georgia, but I?m not a complete idiot”He laughed again, “You really are a doll. No sweetheart, I really just want to help. I help lots of kids. Let me go pay this bill and I’ll take you to meet the others.”
While he was paying the check, I took out my compact and looked at myself. People have always told me I was pretty, but I didn’t really like the way I looked. My hair is a sort of non descript light brown, and turns sort of a reddish blonde in the summer. My skin doesn’t burn but turns golden. These are the only things I like about myself. As for the rest, I always thought my eyes were too big, my top lip too short, and my nose did this flip at the end.
“You ready?” Dave asked.
I swung around and knew I was blushing because he had caught me studying myself in the mirror. I could see that I was taking a chance getting in the car with him but I didn’t have a whole lot of options. We walked around the corner from the bus station and got into a gold colored Camaro. So far, he was a perfect gentleman, opening the car door for me.
He was also a courteous driver, letting people in front of us, allowing plenty of room between his car and any car that happened to be in front of him. After we had been underway for awhile Dave looked over at me and winked,“This here is my brand new Camaro, a 1983. It’s a Berlinetta, top of the line.”
“I love it,” I said, “could you put the top down?” And so he did.
I was enjoying the ride so much now with the wind in my hair, when I suddenly noticed something strange off to the right.
“Hey, Dave,” I said, “pull over, pull over, what?s that?”
“What? What? You scared the living hell out of me,” he said as he pulled
over, “what is it?”
“Over there, those tiny little buildings. What are they?”
He laughed so hard I thought he was going to have a heart attack, “Don? tell me you never saw a cemetery before?”
This made me so mad, I felt like hitting him. “Of course I’ve seen a cemetery. They have cemeteries in Bishop, Georgia. Of course they do. Don’t tell me they put people in little houses when they die here, instead of burying them?”
“That? exactly what I? saying Vicky. New Orleans is below sea level. If you buried people here, they would float out to sea.”
Well! I could see that living here was going to be different, if they even buried their dead differently. I didn’t want to ask anymore stupid questions so I just looked around while enjoying the sun on my face and the wind in my hair.
I saw what looked like part of a train going right down the middle of the street on a railroad track. We actually crossed that street and railroad track and I turned around to get another look. Dave looked over at me and said.
“It? a street car, Vickie. We’ll ride on it sometime.
“In fact you?l probably ride on it all the time since you’e not old enough to have a driver’s license. And don?t look at me like that. I know you’re not eighteen years old. You don?t have to be scared of me either. I will treat you right. Ask the other girls when we get there.”
“The area we are going to is where my house is and it’s been in my family for years. My parents died when I was nineteen and I inherited it from them. The area where you’ll be living with me and the girls is called uptown. It’s also called the Garden District. This is it here.”
We pulled up in front of a two story white wooden house with dark green shutters and white wicker furniture on the porch. I felt better already. My reasoning was that no one could be dangerous who liked wicker. The logic of a fifteen year old, what can I say? Dave acted as excited as a little boy, and ran around and opened my door. I walked up onto the porch and sat in the swing while he opened the trunk and got out my paper bag full of clothes
内容简介 2
INTRODUCTION 3
翻译实践原文 4
翻译实践译文 17
Essay on Translation Practice 27
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS 31
内容简介
《白色柳条上的血》是一部惊悚小说。小说主人公Victoria Masters在经受了寄养家庭的不愉快和养父的凌辱之后，终于不堪忍受离开寄养家庭踏上漂泊的社会道路，漂泊途中一个神秘男子收留了她。住进了男子的住宅之后，主人公开始不断做一个诡异的梦，而且每次到梦境关键的时候，她的梦就醒了。
译者选取本书的第1,2,3章节进行翻译。
从内容上看，第1章节主要讲述的是马斯特斯离开自己的寄养家庭，得到戴夫的帮助。从马斯特斯和戴夫的对话中看出戴夫似乎是个不错的人，而年轻的马斯特斯也是这么认为的。第2章节主要讲述的是马斯特斯来到戴夫的家里，和其他人一起出去狂欢的经历。在狂欢结束之后，喝多了的戴夫差点强暴了马斯特斯，戴夫似乎开始显现出真面目。第3章节主要讲述的是马斯特斯开始剖析自己的梦境，开始怀疑梦境与戴夫家的联系。
INTRODUCTION
<Blood on white wicker> is a horror fiction.After being raped by her foster father,she could not bear it and ran away from the home.When she was outside the home,she met with a strange man called Dave.He accepted her,but after living in his house,she began nightmares every day.What’s more,when she was in key of the dream,she always woke up.
Translator choose the one,two and three chapter to translate.
From the content point of view,chapter one mainly tells that Masters leave her home and accept the help of Dave.From the conversation of them,Dave seems a good man and Masters think so.Chapter two mainly tells that Masters arrive Dave’s house and the experience of hilarity with other people.After hilarity,drunk Dave nearly raped Masters,and the real appearance of Dave seems to appear.Chapter three mainly tells Masters began to learn something from her nightmare and find some relation between the nightmare and Dave’s house.
翻译实践原文
CHAPTER ONE 1983
When I was 16 years old I began to uncover, not only some of the horrors, but also something quite wonderful about my childhood. My name was Victoria Masters, but my stage name was Brandy, and I had always done whatever I needed to do to survive. I have a police record. The crimes took place before age eighteen, so those records are sealed. My rap sheet for during that time is almost as long as my leg, which is quite long and include grand theft auto, soliciting, and shoplifting to name a few. When I was 15, I ran away from the foster home where I had lived for three years. My foster parents who were supposedly raising me and five other kids were drunk all the time. They didn’t have any real jobs but made a living taking in foster kids. For some reason they were never caught. The youngest kid they had was 3 years old. The night before I ran away, my foster father came into my room in the middle of the night, drunk, and raped me.
There was nothing seductive about it. He came into my room, jerked the covers off me, ripped my gown and panties off, climbed on top of me and grunted like a pig while he raped me. When he was finished, he fell on top of me and started snoring. He was so heavy and smelled so bad I thought I was going to throw up. I got out from under him around 3 a.m., packed everything of mine that I could fit a paper bag, stole his wallet from his hip pocket, and took off. In the small town of Bishop, Georgia, everyone knows everyone. I was afraid of someone in town seeing me. I hiked through the hilly woods until around noon. When I came to a highway, I hitched a ride with a semitruck into Athens. From there, I took a greyhound bus that was about to leave. It happened to be going to New Orleans.
The ride was long and I kept thinking I was going to be sick, due to the cigarette smoke, the motion of the bus, and thinking about what that pig left inside me. Several times I jumped up, ran to the back of the bus, to the bathroom, and dry heaved. When the bus got into Atlanta, the functioning part of my brain was amazed at how big this city was. We left there with a bus load, and I didn’t get to stretch out like before. There was a tiny little gray haired woman sitting next to me who was a chain smoker. I decided I would pretend to sleep so I wouldn’t have to talk to her. She got off in Tallahassee, Florida. From then on it seemed like folks were getting on and off every few miles until we finally reach New Orleans.
New Orleans is probably one of the worse places for me to end up, but if I hadn’t ended up there, I would never have discovered the things that I did. So, here I was just out of Hicksville, 15 years old and in one tough city. I was standing there counting my money,($2.11 total) and wondering if I had enough for food, when I felt someone?s arm go around my waist. I jumped and he said, “Well, well, what have we here?” I was looking into the darkest eyes I had ever seen. They were such a dark shade of brown, that I thought at first they were black. His hair was indeed black and combed straight back. He was wearing a dark green suit made of some sort of shiny material. I am five feet eight inches tall and we were eye to eye. He was very thin.
“Hey pretty lady, you look hungry.
How about I buy you a burger?”
Yeah, yeah, I know what you?re thinking, this is the oldest story around, but don?t forget, I was just fifteen and besides, I was starving. But when he took my arm and said,
“My car is just around the corner,” I didn’t fall for it. I said; “Not so fast, I bet they have hamburgers right here.”
In the bus station diner, he ordered two burgers and two chocolate shakes. We had a sort of choppy conversation between bites.
“So, pretty lady, what? your name?”
“Victoria Masters”
He laughed and he sounded like a stalled car trying to get started.
“Victoria Masters, huh? I don?t know, it sounds pretty regal to me, so I?ll call you Vicky. I?m Dave, by the way. So where are you from?”
“Bishop, Georgia.”
“Where? that?”
“In Georgia.”
He laughed. “How old are you?”
“I? eighteen.”
“Yeah, right, and I? the pope. You know, you?d be really beautiful if you would put on some makeup and take you hair out of those crazy pigtails. Then maybe you?d be believed when you said you were eighteen.”
He was quiet for a while studying me. Finally he wiped his mouth on the napkin, threw the napkin on the table, lit a cigarette and said, “I can give you a job.”
Now a job is what I needed. “What kind of Job?”
He squinted as some of the exhaled cigarette smoke reached his eyes.
“Nothing hard, just running errands. You can even stay at my house, room and board free.”
This made me mad, “I know I just got off the bus from Bishop Georgia, but I?m not a complete idiot”He laughed again, “You really are a doll. No sweetheart, I really just want to help. I help lots of kids. Let me go pay this bill and I’ll take you to meet the others.”
While he was paying the check, I took out my compact and looked at myself. People have always told me I was pretty, but I didn’t really like the way I looked. My hair is a sort of non descript light brown, and turns sort of a reddish blonde in the summer. My skin doesn’t burn but turns golden. These are the only things I like about myself. As for the rest, I always thought my eyes were too big, my top lip too short, and my nose did this flip at the end.
“You ready?” Dave asked.
I swung around and knew I was blushing because he had caught me studying myself in the mirror. I could see that I was taking a chance getting in the car with him but I didn’t have a whole lot of options. We walked around the corner from the bus station and got into a gold colored Camaro. So far, he was a perfect gentleman, opening the car door for me.
He was also a courteous driver, letting people in front of us, allowing plenty of room between his car and any car that happened to be in front of him. After we had been underway for awhile Dave looked over at me and winked,“This here is my brand new Camaro, a 1983. It’s a Berlinetta, top of the line.”
“I love it,” I said, “could you put the top down?” And so he did.
I was enjoying the ride so much now with the wind in my hair, when I suddenly noticed something strange off to the right.
“Hey, Dave,” I said, “pull over, pull over, what?s that?”
“What? What? You scared the living hell out of me,” he said as he pulled
over, “what is it?”
“Over there, those tiny little buildings. What are they?”
He laughed so hard I thought he was going to have a heart attack, “Don? tell me you never saw a cemetery before?”
This made me so mad, I felt like hitting him. “Of course I’ve seen a cemetery. They have cemeteries in Bishop, Georgia. Of course they do. Don’t tell me they put people in little houses when they die here, instead of burying them?”
“That? exactly what I? saying Vicky. New Orleans is below sea level. If you buried people here, they would float out to sea.”
Well! I could see that living here was going to be different, if they even buried their dead differently. I didn’t want to ask anymore stupid questions so I just looked around while enjoying the sun on my face and the wind in my hair.
I saw what looked like part of a train going right down the middle of the street on a railroad track. We actually crossed that street and railroad track and I turned around to get another look. Dave looked over at me and said.
“It? a street car, Vickie. We’ll ride on it sometime.
“In fact you?l probably ride on it all the time since you’e not old enough to have a driver’s license. And don?t look at me like that. I know you’re not eighteen years old. You don?t have to be scared of me either. I will treat you right. Ask the other girls when we get there.”
“The area we are going to is where my house is and it’s been in my family for years. My parents died when I was nineteen and I inherited it from them. The area where you’ll be living with me and the girls is called uptown. It’s also called the Garden District. This is it here.”
We pulled up in front of a two story white wooden house with dark green shutters and white wicker furniture on the porch. I felt better already. My reasoning was that no one could be dangerous who liked wicker. The logic of a fifteen year old, what can I say? Dave acted as excited as a little boy, and ran around and opened my door. I walked up onto the porch and sat in the swing while he opened the trunk and got out my paper bag full of clothes
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