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英国使馆文化教育处 2019-06-04 14:39


Collecting things - My Grandmother's elephant 收藏品——我奶奶的黑檀象

By Chris Wilson 克里斯.威尔逊著


My grandmother had a beautiful elephant carved out of sandalwood on her dressing table which I secretly used to covet. I wanted it more than anything in the world. It was about the size of a football and had a cheeky smile. It was inlaid with tiny circular mirrors and mother of pearl, and had real ivory tusks and toenails. One day my sister said “Oh Grandma, please can I have it?” and, to my fury and disbelief, she just gave it to her! I immediately made two resolutions: 1) never to speak to either of them ever again. 2) To find another elephant just like it.

Ever since I have been scouring the world. I have rummaged round junk shops and antique shops all over Europe, I have been to garage sales and flea markets in America, I have hung about in Arab souks and Indian bazaars, but I have never seen anything quite the same.
从那时候起,我找遍了全世界, 翻遍了欧洲的旧物商店和古董店,美国旧货卖场和跳蚤市场。我也逛过阿拉伯的露天卖场和印度集市,但是还是找不到跟那头大象一模一样的东西。

Along the way, however, I have acquired all sorts of other elephants and my collection has grown and grown. I have got black ebony elephants from Malawi, and a couple of ivory – all, I hasten to add, made a long time ago, before the ebony trees were chopped down and the ivory trade was made illegal. I also have soap stone elephants from Zimbabwe, and an exotic Congolese one carved out of bright green malachite. I have a whole family of wooden Thai elephants marching along the top of my piano – sometimes when I sit and play. I could swear they are marching in time to the music. I have two very heavy, long legged elephants which I bought in Khan el Khalili, in Cairo, which I use as bookends, and an enormous fat one from the Sudan which I use as a coffee table. My search goes on, but it gets more and more difficult to find really good pieces. On recent trips to Africa I have noticed how the quality of the workmanship has deteriorated. In craft markets all over the continent you can find thousands of elephants, but they are nearly all shoddily made, churned out for tourists by people who probably have never seen a real elephant in their lives.

Why do people collect things? Probably many, like me, don’t set out to do so. You just acquire something, then another and another and then, once you’ve got a small collection you just keep adding to it. I have an uncle who collects key rings – he has hundreds of them from all over the world – but he can’t remember how it started. Other people collect stamps, stones, beer cans, beer mats, match boxes, all sorts of things. For some it can become a total obsession and they will go to any lengths to get something. One of my colleagues collects Royal memorabilia, which to me is the ultimate in bad taste! Her house is crammed full of kitsch things like Coronation mugs, ashtrays with pictures of Charles and Diana, British flags, tea towels printed with Windsor Castle and even a toilet seat cover with Prince Andrew grinning widely up at you. What is this urge to possess all these things?

I recently discussed this question with a group of students in Mozambique and what rapidly became evident was that few of them had such an urge. “Why not?” I asked. “I don’t know” said Anotonio. “It’s just not in our culture”.“Does that mean you’re not as materialistic as Europeans?”Antonio laughed. “No way! We want cars and houses and fancy things just like anyone else, but we don’t collect knick knacks, things we can’t use”.“I think it’s because of our recent war” said Maria “and the state of the economy. For many years there was nothing to collect, except shells off the beach perhaps”.“Ï collect shoes” said Teresa, who comes from Angola. “I have over seventy pairs. But I buy them to wear, not just for the sake of having them”.“Oh come on!” laughed Antonio. “Anything you don’t actually need you have for the sake of having it, and you can’t possibly need seventy pairs!”“I do, I need every single pair!” she insisted.“So you are a collector!”“No I’m not!”“Yes you are!” shouted the whole class.
最近,我跟莫桑比克的一群学生讨论了这个问题,很快我就明白了,学生中几乎没有人有如此的一个收藏的动力。“为什么没有动力呢?”,我问。“我不知道。”,安东尼奥说道。“我们的文化里并没有收藏。”“这是否意味着,你不像欧洲人那样都是唯物主义者?” 安东尼奥笑了。“绝不是!我们像其他人一样,都想要汽车和房子,还有奇特的东西,但是我们不收藏那些我们不用的小摆设。” “我觉得,那是因为我们近来的战争所致”,玛利亚说道,“还有经济状况。很多年来,也许除了沙滩上的贝壳,我们都没啥好收藏的。” “我收藏鞋”,来自安哥拉的特里纱说道。“我有超过70双鞋。但我买鞋来穿的,不是为了拥有这些鞋而去购买。” “噢,得了吧!”,安东尼笑道。“任何你实际上并不需要的东西,你都会为了拥有而去购买,你是不可能需要70双鞋的。” “我真的需要,我需要这70双鞋中的每一双鞋!”,她坚称。“所以,你是一个收藏家!” “不,我不是” “是的,你是收藏家!”整个班的人都喊了出来。

Paula stuck up her hand. “I’m a collector” she said. “Ï am a fan of Julio Iglesias and I have all his CDs, every one, even the latest which, I have to admit, isn’t very good at all”. “So why did you buy it?” I asked. “Well, because I’ve got all the others of course” she said. “And my son collects those little plastic dinosaurs you find inside cereal packets. He’s only got to get T Rex and then he’s got the whole set.” “They are exploiting you” said Antonio. “They encourage children to become collectors so that you keep buying more and more. This is something new in our country. Soon we will all be fanatically collecting things, just like everyone else in the world”.
宝拉举起手来。“我是一个收藏家”,她说道。“我是胡里奥.伊格莱西亚斯的粉丝,我拥有他所有的唱片,每一张唱片,甚至是我觉得一点儿都不好听的最新的那张。” “为什么你还买呢?” 我问。“因为我已经有了其他所有的唱片。”她说道。“我孩子收藏那些谷物包中的塑料恐龙。他本只想要霸王龙,之后他收集了整个系列的恐龙。” “这些藏品正在剥削你的钱”,安东尼奥说道。“这些塑料恐龙鼓动孩子成为收藏家,这样你就得越买越多。这在我们这还很新鲜。不久后,我们就都会像世界上的其他人一样,狂热地收集各种东西。”


Harshill, who is of Indian origin, had been silent all this time. He cleared his throat. “One good reason to collect things is that a collection is worth more - how do you say in English? More than the sum of its parts. If you sold your elephants one by one you wouldn’t get nearly as much as if you sold the whole collection. So it is a way of saving money, a good investment.”

On the way back to my hotel a young boy was selling a badly carved elephant by the side of the road. I didn’t want it but I bought it because I felt sorry for him. Later I thought I should just have given him some money and let him try to sell it to someone else. It would never be part of my collection, each in its own special place in a different part of my house. I imagined walking round looking at them all and thought about what Harshill had said – it’s a way of increasing the value of what you already have - but as usual there was that niggling feeling that my collection, not matter how valuable, would never be complete. Not without my Grandmother's elephant! What a waste for it to be with my sister when it could be, should be, with me! “Oh well, never mind, try not to be obsessed” I told myself.

Ever since though, I have been lying awake at night, thinking of it standing there on a brass table in her hallway, next to the window she always leaves open for her cat. Her dogs know me, so they won’t be a problem when I climb over the wall in my gloves and balaclava. The whole operation will be over in less than five minutes. The only problem is, having acquired it, what will I do when my sister comes barging in to nose around, as she periodically does, and sees it in pride of place in my house? I’ll have to keep it hidden and then what will be the point of having it? Oh dear. Perhaps I could have a special alarm that would only ring when my sister is on her way. No that’s silly. I’ll just have to move. To another country, under another name, far, far away. But even then, knowing her, she’ll track me down. Oh – dear Reader, what would you do if you were me?


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