32. Прочитайте уривок з роману Дж. Фаулза «Вежа з чорного дерева». Дайте відповіді на запитання та виконайте завдання:

1. Дайте визначення психологічного роману. Наведіть його жанрові ознаки.

2. Як у даному фрагменті відтворюється сприйняття героєм дійсності? Зверніть увагу на просторові та часові деталі. Яким чином вводиться мотив втраченого минулого?

3. Як авторські коментарі сприяють розкриттю переживань героїв?

4. Зверніть увагу на деталі зовнішньої поведінки персонажів (міміка, жести, мова).

5. Яким є смислове психологічне навантаження речей (багаж, нове пальто)?

6. Визначте своєрідність «прихованого» психологізму Дж. Фаулза.

John Fowles

The ebony tower

<…> He got to Orly to find the flight was delayed for half an hour. There was fog at Heathrow. David hated air­ports at the best of times, the impersonality, herding, sense of'anonymous passage: the insecurity. He stood by the window of the visitors' lounge, staring out into the flat distances. Dusk. Coet was in another universe; one and an eternal day's drive away. He tried to imagine what they were doing. Diana laying the table, Anne hav­ing her French lesson. The silence, the forest, the old man's voice. Macmillan barking. He suffered the most intense pang of the most terrible of all human depriva­tions; which is not of possession, but of knowledge. What she said; what she felt; what she thought. It pierced deep­er than all questionings about art, or his art_; his personal destiny. For a few terrible moments he saw himself, and all mankind, quite clear. Something in him, a last hope of redemption, of free will, burnt every boat; turned; ran for salvation. But the boats proof to all flame, the ulti­mate old masters, kept the tall shadow of him where he was; static and onward, returning home, a young Eng­lishman staring at a distant row of frozen runway lights. The flight arrival was announced and he went down to where he could watch for Beth. He had brought her holiday luggage in the car, and she came out with the first passengers. A wave. He raised his hand: a new coat, surprise for him, a little flounce and jiggle to show it off. Gay Paree. Free woman. Look, no children.

She comes with the relentless face of the present tense; with a dry delight, small miracle that he is actually here. He composes his face into an equal certainty. She stops a few feet short of him. "Hi."

She bites her lips.

"I thought for one ghastly moment." She pauses.

"You were my husband." Rehearsed. He smiles. He kisses her mouth.

They walk away together, talking about their chil­dren.

He has a sense of retarded waking, as if in a postoper-ational state of consciousness some hours returned but not till now fully credited; a numbed sense of something beginning to slip inexorably away. A shadow of a face, hair streaked with gold, a closing door. I wanted you to. One knows one dreamed, yet cannot remember. The drowning cry, jackbooted day.

She says, "And you, darling?"

He surrenders to what is left: to abstraction.

"I survived."