But seeing her now, standing watch over her fields and pastures, I realized that I had misunderstood her. She was not angry with me for leaving, because leaving was a part of her cycle. Her role was not to corral the buffalo, not to gather and confine them by force. It was to celebrate their return.
但现在看到她，站在她的田野和牧场上，我意识到自己误会了她。她并未因我的离开而生气，因为离开也是她生命周期的一部分。她的角色不是圈养野牛，不是动用武力将它们聚拢起来，加以限制，而是为它们的归来而庆祝。
It was spring when I arrived in the valley. I drove along the highway to the edge of town, then pulled over at the drop-off overlooking the Bear River. From there I could look out over the basin, a patchwork of expectant fields stretching to Buck’s Peak. The mountain was crisp with evergreens, which were luminous set against the browns and grays of shale and limestone. The Princess was as bright as I’d ever seen her. She stood facing me, the valley between us, radiating permanence.
我到达山谷时已是春天。我开车沿着高速公路来到城镇的边缘，然后在可以俯瞰贝尔河的地方停下。从那里我可以眺望盆地，那是一片错落有致的田野，一直延伸到巴克峰。山上的常青树绿意盎然，在褐色、灰色的页岩和石灰岩的映衬下，显得格外明亮。公主和从前一样明净。她站在我面前，我们之间的山谷散发着永恒的光芒。
The Princess had been haunting me. From across the ocean I’d heard her beckoning, as if I were a troublesome calf who’d wandered from her herd. Her voice had been gentle at first, coaxing, but when I didn’t answer, when I stayed away, it had turned to fury. I had betrayed her. I imagined her face contorted with rage, her stance heavy and threatening. She had been living in my mind like this for years, a deity of contempt.
我一直对公主念念不忘。在大洋彼岸我听到她的召唤，仿佛我是她牧群中一头离群的恼人的小牛犊。起初她用温柔的声音哄我，但当我没有应答，当我转身走开时，她的声音变得愤怒。我背叛了她。我想象着她的脸因愤怒而扭曲，她的姿态沉重而充满威胁。多年来，她一直以蔑视女神的形象活在我的脑海。
I backtracked a quarter mile into town and parked beside Grandma-over-in-town’s white picket fence. In my mind it was still her fence, even though she didn’t live here anymore: she had been moved to a hospice facility near Main Street.
我原路返回四分之一英里，来到城里，把车停在城里外婆家白色尖桩栅栏旁。在我眼里，那依然是她的栅栏，尽管她已经不住在这里了：她已搬到缅因街附近的一家临终关怀机构。
We sat in the living room; the carpet was the same crisp white from my childhood. The visit was short and polite. He talked about Grandma, whom he had cared for long after she ceased to recognize him. I talked about England. Grandpa mentioned my mother, and when he spoke of her it was with the same look of awe that I had seen in the faces of her followers. I didn’t blame him. From what I’d heard, my parents were powerful people in the valley. Mother was marketing her products as a spiritual alternative to Obamacare, and she was selling product as fast as she could make it, even with dozens of employees.
我们在起居室坐着，地毯依旧和我小时候见到的一样洁白。这次礼节性的拜访时间不长。他谈起外婆，她不认得他以后，他还照顾了她很长一段时间。我聊了聊英国。外公提到我母亲，谈起她时是同样一副我从她的追随者脸上见过的敬畏的神情。我不怪他。据我所知，我的父母成了山谷中有权势的人物。母亲将自己的产品作为奥巴马医改计划的精神替代品进行推销，她手下有几十名员工，以最快的速度销售着产品。
I had not seen my grandparents in three years, not since my parents had begun telling the extended family that I was possessed. My grandparents loved their daughter. I was sure they had believed her account of me. So I had surrendered them. It was too late to reclaim Grandma — she was suffering from Alzheimer’s and would not have known me — so I had come to see my grandfather, to find out whether there would be a place for me in his life.
我已经有三年没见到外公外婆了，自从父母告诉亲戚们我被恶魔附体后，我就再也没见过他们。外公外婆爱自己的女儿，我确信他们已经相信了她对我的描述，所以我放弃了他们。再与外婆相认为时已晚——她患有阿尔茨海默症，已经不认识我了——于是我来见外公，看看他的生活中是否有我的一席之地。
Tyler and Stefanie lived a hundred miles north of Buck’s Peak, in Idaho Falls. It was there I planned to go next, but before leaving the valley, I wrote my mother. It was a short message. I said I was nearby and wanted her to meet me in town. I wasn’t ready to see Dad, I said, but it had been years since I’d seen her face. Would she come?
泰勒和斯蒂芬妮住在巴克峰以北一百英里的爱达荷州福尔斯市。接下来我打算去那里，但在离开山谷之前，我给母亲发了一条短信。我说我就在附近，想让她来城里见我。我说，我还没准备好见爸爸，但我已经多年没看见过她的脸庞了。她会来吗？
God had to be behind such a wondrous success, Grandpa said. My parents must have been called by the Lord to do what they have done, to be great healers, to bring souls to God. I smiled and stood to go. He was the same gentle old man I remembered, but I was overwhelmed by the distance between us. I hugged him at the door, and gave him a long look. He was eighty-seven. I doubted whether, in the years he had left, I would be able to prove to him that I was not what my father said I was, that I was not a wicked thing.
外公说，上帝一定是这一惊人成功的幕后推手。我的父母必定受到上帝的呼召来做分内之事，成为了不起的医者，将灵魂带至上帝面前。我微笑着起身要走。他还是我记忆中那个温柔的老人，但我们之间的距离让我不知所措。我与他在门口拥抱，久久地看着他。他八十七岁了。我怀疑在他余生的时光中，我还能否向他证明自己并不是父亲所说的那种人，并不是一个邪恶之物。
I waited for her reply in the parking lot at Stokes. I didn’t wait long.
我在斯托克斯的停车场等着她回复。我没等多久。
It pains me that you think it is acceptable to ask this. A wife does not go where her husband is not welcome. I will not be party to such blatant disrespect.
你竟然觉得问出这样一个问题合情合理，这让我感到心痛。妻子从来不到丈夫不受欢迎的地方去。我是不会参与这种明目张胆的不敬行为的。
I wanted to answer her prayer — I was barely more than ten miles from the mountain — but I knew what unspoken pact I would be making as I walked through that door. I could have my mother’s love, but there were terms, the same terms they had offered me three years before: that I trade my reality for theirs, that I take my own understanding and bury it, leave it to rot in the earth.
我想回应她的祈祷——我距离大山仅有十英里——但我知道，一旦走进那扇门，将有什么心照不宣的协定等着我。我可以得到母爱，但有一些条件，和三年前他们给我开出的条件一样：用我的现实来交换他们的现实，将自己的见解埋葬，让它在大地中腐烂。
Mother said I was welcome to come to the house, that she prayed for the day when I would run through the back door, shouting, “I’m home!”
母亲说欢迎我回家，她祈祷有一天我会从后门跑进家，喊着：“我回来了！”
The parking lot had filled while I was reading. I let her words settle, then started the engine and pulled onto Main Street. At the intersection I turned west, toward the mountain. Before I left the valley, I would set eyes on my home.
我阅读信息的工夫，停车场已停满了车。我从她的话里回过神，然后发动引擎，开到主路上。在十字路口，我向西转弯，朝那座山驶去。离开山谷之前，我想再看一眼我的家。
Mother’s message amounted to an ultimatum: I could see her and my father, or I would never see her again. She has never recanted.
母亲的信息相当于最后的通牒：要见就见她和父亲两个，否则我将再也不能见到她。她从未反悔。
The message was long and reading it made me tired, as if I’d run a great distance. The bulk of it was a lecture on loyalty: that families forgive, and that if I could not forgive mine, I would regret it for the rest of my life. The past, she wrote, whatever it was, ought to be shoveled fifty feet under and left to rot in the earth.
信息很长，读起来让我很累，好像刚结束了一次长跑。大部分信息是关于忠诚的训诫：家人要彼此宽恕，如果我不能原谅家人，我会为此后悔一辈子的。她写道，无论过去如何，都应该被深埋在五十英尺的地下，让它在泥土中腐烂。
Over the years I’d heard many rumors about my parents: that they were millionaires, that they were building a fortress on the mountain, that they had hidden away enough food to last decades. The most interesting, by far, were the stories about Dad hiring and firing employees. The valley had never recovered from the recession; people needed work. My parents were one of the largest employers in the county, but from what I could tell Dad’s mental state made it difficult for him to maintain employees long-term: when he had a fit of paranoia, he tended to fire people with little cause. Months before, he had fired Diane Hardy, Rob’s ex-wife, the same Rob who’d come to fetch us after the second accident. Diane and Rob had been friends with my parents for twenty years. Until Dad fired Diane.
这些年来，我听到很多关于我父母的传言：他们成了百万富翁，在山上建了一座堡垒，储藏了足够维持几十年的食物。目前为止，最有趣的莫过于父亲雇用和解雇员工的故事。山谷在经济萧条后再也未能复苏；人们需要工作。我父母是县里最大的雇主之一，但爸爸的精神状态令他难以长期留住员工：当他偏执发作时，他会因芝麻大的小事炒员工的鱿鱼。几个月前，他解雇了罗伯的前妻黛安·哈迪，就是第二次车祸时将我们接回去的那个罗伯。黛安和罗伯与我父母是二十年的老友，直到爸爸解雇了黛安。
It was perhaps in another such fit of paranoia that Dad fired my mother’s sister Angie. Angie had spoken to Mother, believing her sister would never treat family that way. When I was a child it had been Mother’s business; now it was hers and Dad’s together. But at this test of whose it was really, my father won: Angie was dismissed.
也许是另一次偏执发作时，爸爸开除了母亲的妹妹安琪。安琪对母亲说过，她相信自己的姐姐永远不会这样对待家人。在我小时候，这是母亲一个人的生意，现在成了她和爸爸共有的了。但在这场究竟谁才是真正的所有者的考验中，父亲赢了：安琪被解雇了。
I pulled off the highway and onto the gravel, then stepped out of the car and gazed up at Buck’s Peak. It was clear immediately that at least some of the rumors were true — for one, that my parents were making huge sums of money. The house was massive. The home I’d grown up in had had five bedrooms; now it had been expanded in all directions and looked as though it had at least forty.
我将车驶离高速公路，开上碎石路，然后下了车，抬头凝望巴克峰。我立刻明白，至少有些传言不虚——我的父母赚了很多钱。房子巨大。我成长的那个家曾经有五间卧室，现在房子向四面八方扩展，看上去至少有四十个房间。
It is difficult to piece together what happened next, but from what I later learned, Angie filed for unemployment benefits, and when the Department of Labor called my parents to confirm that she had been terminated, Dad lost what little reason remained to him. It was not the Department of Labor on the phone, he said, but the Department of Homeland Security, pretending to be the Department of Labor. Angie had put his name on the terrorist watch list, he said. The Government was after him now — after his money and his guns and his fuel. It was Ruby Ridge all over again.
接下来发生的事很难拼凑起来，但就我后来所了解到的，安琪申请了失业救济金。当劳工部打电话向我父母确认她已被解雇时，父亲失去了他仅有的一点理智。他说，打来电话的不是劳工部，而是伪装成劳工部的国土安全部。他说，安琪已经把他的名字列入了恐怖分子观察名单。政府现在已经盯上了他——盯上了他的钱、枪支和汽油。鲁比山事件重新上演。
It would only be a matter of time, I thought, before Dad started using the money to prepare for the End of Days. I imagined the roof lined with solar panels, laid out like a deck of cards. “We need to be self-sufficient,” I imagined Dad would say as he dragged the panels across his titanic house. In the coming year, Dad would spend hundreds of thousands of dollars buying equipment and scouring the mountain for water. He didn’t want to be dependent on the Government, and he knew Buck’s Peak must have water, if he could only find it. Gashes the size of football fields would appear at the mountain base, leaving a desolation of broken roots and upturned trees where once there had been a forest. He was probably chanting, “Got to be self-reliant” the day he climbed into a crawler and tore into the fields of satin wheat.
我想，爸爸迟早会用这些钱为世界末日做准备。我想象屋顶上的太阳能电池板像一副扑克牌一字排开。“我们需要自给自足。”我想象爸爸拖着电池板穿过巨大的房子时，会这样说。在接下来的一年里，爸爸会花费数十万美元购买设备，从山上寻找水源。他不想依赖政府，他知道巴克峰一定有水源，只要他能找到。山脚下会出现足球场那么大的裂缝，在曾经是森林的地方留下一片荒芜，到处是断裂的树根和倒下的树木。当他爬进一台履带式机器，撕碎一片缎子般的麦田时，可能嘴里还高喊着“得自力更生啊”。
“I’ll make you a deal,” I said. “I’ll forget everything my dad has said about you, if you’ll forget everything he’s said about me.” She laughed, closing her eyes and throwing back her head in a way that nearly broke my heart, she looked so much like my mother.
“我跟你做笔交易，”我说，“如果你把爸爸说的关于我的一切都忘掉，我就把他说的关于你的一切都忘掉。”她笑了，闭上眼睛，头向后仰的样子几乎让我心碎，她长得太像我母亲了。
Grandma-over-in-town died on Mother’s Day.
城里外婆在母亲节那天去世了。
I was doing research in Colorado when I heard the news. I left immediately for Idaho, but while traveling realized I had nowhere to stay. It was then that I remembered my aunt Angie, and that my father was telling anyone who would listen that she had put his name on a terrorist watch list. Mother had cast her aside; I hoped I could reclaim her.
听到这个消息时，我正在科罗拉多州调研。我立刻动身前往爱达荷州，但在路上我才意识到自己无处可住。就在那时，我想起了安琪姨妈，想起我父亲告诉所有愿意倾听他的人，说她把他的名字列入了恐怖分子观察名单。母亲已弃她而去；但愿我可以把她找回来。
Angie lived next door to my grandfather, so again I parked along the white picket fence. I knocked. Angie greeted me politely, the way Grandpa had done. It was clear that she had heard much about me from my mother and father in the past five years.
安琪住在我外公的隔壁，所以我又一次将车停在白色尖桩栅栏旁。我敲了敲门。安琪像外公一样礼貌地招呼我。过去五年里，显然她从我父母那里听到了很多关于我的传言。
I stayed with Angie until the funeral.
我一直住在安琪那里，直到葬礼。
In the days before the service, my mother’s siblings began to gather at their childhood home. They were my aunts and uncles, but some of them I hadn’t seen since I was a child. My uncle Daryl, who I barely knew, suggested that his brothers and sisters should spend an afternoon together at a favorite restaurant in Lava Hot Springs. My mother refused to come. She would not go without my father, and he would have nothing to do with Angie.
在葬礼的前几天里，母亲的兄弟姐妹们陆续回到他们儿时的家。他们是我的姨妈和舅舅，但其中一些我从小就没见过。我的舅舅达里尔——我几乎不认识他——提议兄弟姐妹们到熔岩温泉一家广受好评的餐厅共度一个下午。我母亲拒绝参与。父亲不来，她是不会来的，而父亲不想再与安琪有任何瓜葛。
During the drive back, my aunt Debbie invited me to visit her in Utah. My uncle Daryl echoed her. “We’d love to have you in Arizona,” he said. In the space of a day, I had reclaimed a family — not mine, hers.
开车回去的路上，黛比姨妈邀请我去犹他州做客。达里尔舅舅也附和她。“希望你来亚利桑那州。”他说。一天之内，我已经重获了一个家庭——不是我的，是她的。
It was a bright May afternoon when we all piled into a large van and set off on the hour-long drive. I was uncomfortably aware that I had taken my mother’s place, going with her siblings and her remaining parent on an outing to remember her mother, a grandmother I had not known well. I soon realized that my not knowing her was wonderful for her children, who were bursting with remembrances and loved answering questions about her. With every story my grandmother came into sharper focus, but the woman taking shape from their collective memories was nothing like the woman I remembered. It was then I realized how cruelly I had judged her, how my perception of her had been distorted, because I’d been looking at her through my father’s harsh lens.
那是五月一个晴朗的下午，我们挤进一辆大货车出发了，开始了一个小时的车程。我不安地意识到，我已经取代了母亲的位置，与她的父亲和兄弟姐妹一起外出追忆她的母亲——我并不太了解的外婆。很快我意识到，我的不了解对她的孩子们来说倒是件好事。他们充满了对她的回忆，喜欢回答有关她的问题。随着每个故事的讲述，外婆的形象越来越清晰，但他们的共同回忆塑造出来的这个女人与我记忆中的全然不同。就在那时，我意识到我过去对她的评判是多么残酷，对她的看法是多么扭曲，因为我曾经一直透过父亲苛刻的有色眼镜来看她。
The funeral was the next day. I stood in a corner and watched my siblings trickle in.
葬礼在第二天举行。我站在角落里，看着我的兄弟姐妹们陆续走进来。
There were Tyler and Stefanie. They had decided to homeschool their seven children, and from what I’d seen, the children were being educated to a very high standard. Luke came in next, with a brood so numerous I lost count. He saw me and crossed the room, and we made small talk for several minutes, neither of us acknowledging that we hadn’t seen each other in half a decade, neither of us alluding to why. Do you believe what Dad says about me? I wanted to ask. Do you believe I’m dangerous? But I didn’t. Luke worked for my parents, and without an education, he needed that job to support his family. Forcing him to take a side would only end in heartache.
泰勒和斯蒂芬妮来了。他们决定在家教育七个孩子，而据我所见，孩子们所受的教育程度非常高。卢克紧随其后，带着一大群孩子，我没能数清。他见了我，穿过房间，跟我短暂地聊了几分钟。我们两个谁都没提我们已有五年没见面，也都没提为什么。我很想问他，你相信爸爸说的关于我的话吗？你相信我很危险吗？但我没有问。卢克为我父母打工，他没有受过教育，需要这份工作养家糊口。强迫他站边只会以心痛而告终。
Richard, who was finishing a PhD in chemistry, had come down from Oregon with Kami and their children. He smiled at me from the back of the chapel. A few months before, Richard had written to me. He’d said he was sorry for believing Dad, that he wished he’d done more to help me when I needed it, and that from then on, I could count on his support. We were family, he said.
理查德当时正在攻读化学博士学位，他和卡米以及他们的孩子们从俄勒冈州赶来。他从教堂后面对我微笑。几个月前，理查德给我写过信。他说他很抱歉相信了爸爸的话，说他希望在我需要帮助时能提供给我更多帮助，说从此以后，我可以依靠他的支持。我们是一家人，他说。
My oldest brother, Tony, sat with my parents, his five children fanning out in the pew. Tony had a GED and had built a successful trucking company in Las Vegas, but it hadn’t survived the recession. Now he worked for my parents, as did Shawn and Luke and their wives, as well as Audrey and her husband, Benjamin. Now I thought about it, I realized that all my siblings, except Richard and Tyler, were economically dependent on my parents. My family was splitting down the middle — the three who had left the mountain, and the four who had stayed. The three with doctorates, and the four without high school diplomas. A chasm had appeared, and was growing.
我的大哥托尼和我父母坐在一起，他的五个孩子分散坐在长椅上。托尼拿到了普通同等学力证书，曾在拉斯维加斯开过一个成功的货运公司，但公司未能在经济萧条中挺住。现在他为父母打工，肖恩、卢克和他们各自的妻子，以及奥黛丽和她的丈夫本杰明都是如此。现在想来，我意识到除了理查德和泰勒，我所有的兄弟姐妹都在经济上依赖着我父母。我的家人从中间一分两半——三个离开了大山，四个留了下来。三个获得博士学位，四个没有高中文凭。裂痕已经出现，而且越来越深。
Shawn arrived a few minutes before the service, with Emily and Peter and a little girl I had never met. It was the first time I had been in a room with him since the night he’d killed Diego. I was tense, but there was no need. He did not look at me once during the service.
葬礼开始前几分钟，肖恩、埃米莉、彼得以及一个我从未见过的小女孩来了。自他杀死迭戈的那晚以来，这是我首次与他共处一室。我很紧张，但其实没有这个必要。整个葬礼期间他都没看我一眼。
Audrey and Benjamin chose a bench near the back. Audrey had arrived early, when the chapel was empty. She had grabbed my arm and whispered that my refusing to see our father was a grave sin. “He is a great man,” she said. “For the rest of your life you will regret not humbling yourself and following his counsel.” These were the first words my sister had said to me in years, and I had no response to them.
奥黛丽和本杰明选择了后面的长椅。奥黛丽很早就来了，当时教堂空无一人。她抓住我的胳膊，低声说，我拒绝跟父亲见面是严重的罪过。“他是一个了不起的人，”她说，“不虚心听他的劝告，你会后悔一辈子的。”这是多年来姐姐对我说的第一句话，而我没有回应。
For a moment it seemed pointless, this annual pilgrimage to a home that continued to reject me, and I wondered if I should go. Then I received another message, this one from Aunt Angie. She said Grandpa had canceled his plans for the next day, and was refusing even to go to the temple, as he usually did on Wednesdays, because he wanted to be at home in case I came by. To this Angie added: I get to see you in about twelve hours! But who’s counting?
有那么一刻，这一年一度的朝圣之旅似乎毫无意义。我正在考虑是否要离开，这时收到另一条消息，是安琪姨妈发来的。她说外公已经取消了第二天的计划，甚至连每星期三固定要去的神殿也不去了，因为他想在家等着，万一我路过呢。安琪还加上一句：再过十二个小时左右我就能见到你啦！但看看谁在计算时间呢？
A few hours before my flight from London, I wrote to my mother — as I always did, as I always will do — to ask if she would see me. Again, her response was swift. She would not, she would never, unless I would see my father. To see me without him, she said, would be to disrespect her husband.
从伦敦起飞前几个小时，我写信给母亲——像往常一样，以后我也将一如既往地这样做——问她是否愿意见我。她再一次迅速回复。她不会见，永远不会，除非我愿意见父亲。她说，单独见我，是对丈夫的不尊重。
A year would pass before I would return to Idaho.
一年之后，我才再次回到爱达荷州。
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