我错了，我真的不该吐槽高希的小说写得不好的……【当然不是那种不好，其实真的很不错，不然也不会被布克奖提名了。

就是有时候他那个唠唠叨叨的劲让你有点烦，毕竟是受过人类学训练的大佬，小说内容展示得太详尽牵涉到各种奇怪的名字读起来真的头大【比如各种各样的船，以及船上各种各样的舵和桅杆，各种各样的武器【而我奇怪的词汇量好像并没有增加太多。

仔细一咂摸，你发现这个唠唠叨叨的背后其实蕴藏着蛮多需要深思的存在的。文本与人物之间像是河流穿梭其中，人物的成长与变化都有迹可循，让你忍不住去深入，继续思考。比如叫做Kesri的印度军人，从开始前的地方出发，再到故事结尾，我们看到了这样一个“战争机器”般的职业军人是如何一点点地在鸦片战争中被打动，重新富有人性的。

顺便附上我读得眼泪都要出来的一段文字：
Kesri’s sword was still in his hand and he tightened his grip on it: he knew that his time had probably come but he felt no panic; only a kind of sadness that it should happen here, at the hands of men with whom he had no quarrel; men who were not even soldiers, who were trying only to protect their villages, as he himself would have done back home.