Patricia Highsmith · EUA · @groveatlantic
Esse livro apareceu para mim em Dias Perfeitos, de Wim Wenders. Numa das cenas, Niko, sobrinha de Hirayama, pede Eleven emprestado e diz que entende o sentimento de Victor, o menino do conto The Terrapin. Pouco depois, Hirayama compra outra edição num sebo, interessado em compreender melhor a sobrinha. A dona da loja comenta que Patricia Highsmith sabe tudo sobre ansiedade, e que medo e ansiedade são coisas diferentes.
Não encontrei edição do livro em português. Highsmith é mais conhecida pela série iniciada com O talentoso Ripley, mas Eleven reúne onze contos marcados por obsessões, desvios, crueldade e situações banais que aos poucos se tornam perturbadoras.
Gostei especialmente de The Birds Poised to Fly, sobre um homem que intercepta uma carta destinada à mulher por quem está apaixonado; The Quest for Blank Claveringi, em que um cientista parte em busca de uma espécie de caracol gigante; Another Bridge to Cross, sobre um viúvo que vai à Itália tentando encontrar algum sentido para continuar vivendo; e The Empty Birdhouse, em que um casal é assombrado pela aparição de um bicho misterioso.
The Terrapin, o conto mencionado no filme, trata de um menino que tem uma relação péssima com a mãe e se sente desajustado. Ele se afeiçoa a uma pequena tartaruga que ela leva para casa, até descobrir que o animal será usado num ensopado. Depois de ler o conto, a referência de Dias Perfeitos fica evidente: Niko se identifica com Victor porque também vive uma relação difícil com a mãe e compreende a revolta do menino.
Highsmith domina o ritmo do suspense e cria cenários inquietantes sem precisar de grandes acontecimentos. Há a sensação de que alguma coisa está prestes a sair do lugar. A leitura me lembrou Dalton Trevisan: a violência na vida cotidiana e a maneira de expor as condutas dos personagens sem um julgamento moral.
“Yet through pride or breeding or duty, she had maintained, along with her sense of humor, the look of being happily maried”
p. 108 · uma de 10 frases marcadas neste livro
The terrapin had looked at him, wanting him to pull him out, and he hadn't moved to help himp. 41
He had not realized that he loved Helena so much, that he so needed her simply to existp. 138
No person, no adult in the world, had a perfectly honorable past, a past without some crime in it...p. 190
Often Victor said he liked stories that he did not like, or drawings that he was indifferent to, because he felt sorry for his mother and because it put her in a better mood if he sair he liked themp. 29
He imagined, rigid in every muscle, that he was suffering the absolute worst that any human being could sufferp. 32
She ran to get the package of Lucky Strikes from beside the soap dish in the kitchen, and for a moment her spaced front teeth bit her underlip, the penciled eyebrows lifted with a deploring quiver, as she gazed for the last time at the red rickrack she'd tacked around the shelf to beautify it, which had been completely lost on Clark, then she turned and went accross the back porch and outp. 47
Yet through pride or breeding or duty, she had maintained, along with her sense of humor, the look of being happily mariedp. 108
Though he was quite aware that Helena was not with him, in the flesh, she was with him every other way in the garden. He did not have illusions of hearing her voice, it was not so physical, what he felt, but he felt her presence in every particle of the air, in every blade of grass, every flower, bush and treep. 154
A garden could not for ever be a garden without rainp. 155
The yuma had opened up the past, and it had been like a dark and frightnening gorge. It had brought back the time when she had lost her child - on purpose - and it had recalled Charles's bitter chagrin then, his pretended indifference later. It had brought back her guiltp. 189