mr. lazarescu

Ok. Antecipando qualquer crítica, eu concedo que a passagem anterior do Martin Amis está ao alcance do Roth. É uma boa passagem, que merece ser lida e relida com enorme prazer por uma pessoa que acha imensa piada ao cliché da suposta leviandade da traição sexual feminina, mas não constítui pedaço inesquecível de prosa. Todavia, tendo em conta que ainda só estou na página quinze do meu primeiro romance do Martin Amis, atentem bem a esta passagem absolutamente sublime:

"Fear walks tall on this planet. Fear walks big and fat and fine. Fear has really got the whammy on all of us down here. Oh it's true, man. Sister, don't kid yourself...One of these days I'm going to walk right up to fear. I'm going to walk right up. Someone's got to do it. I'm going to walk right up and say, Okay, hard-on. No more of this. You've pushed us around for long enough. Here is someone who would not take it. It's over. Outside. Bullies, I'm told, are all cowards deep down. Fear is a bully, but something tells me that fear is no funker. Fear, I suspect, is really incredibly brave. Fear will lead me straight through the door, will prop me up in the alley among the crates and the empties, and show me who's the boss...I might loose a tooth or two, I suppose, or he could even break my arm - or fuck up my eye! Fear might get carried away, like I've seen them do, pure damage, with nothing mattering. Maybe I'd need a crew, or a tool, or an equalizer. Now I come to think about it, maybe I'd better let fear be. When it comes to fighting, I'm brave - or reckless or indifferent our just unjust. But fear really scares me. He's too good at fighting, and I'm just too frightened anyway."

Martin Amis (1984), Money, London: Vintge Books, p. 4.