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Название: The Leftovers

Автор: Tom Perrotta

Издательство: HarperCollins

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      The Leftovers

      Tom Perrotta

      Copyright

      First published in Great Britain in 2012 by

       Fourth Estate An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 77–85 Fulham Palace Road London W6 8JB www.4thestate.co.uk

      First published in Australia in 2011 by HarperCollinsPublishers

       Originally published in the United States in 2011 by St. Martin’s Press

      THE LEFTOVERS. Copyright © Tom Perrotta 2011. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.

      Cover Art © 2014 Home Box Office, Inc. All Rights Reserved. HBO® is a service mark of Home Box Office, Inc.

      The right of Tom Perrotta to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

      ISBN: 9780007453092

       Ebook Edition © OCTOBER 2011 ISBN: 9780007453108 Version: 2014-06-30

      Dedication

      For Nina and Luke

      Contents

       Cover

      Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Prologue

      Part One

      Three-Year Anniversary

      Heroes’ Day

      A Whole Class of Jills

      Special Someone

      Part Two

      Mapleton Means Fun

      The Carpe Diem

      Blue Ribbon

      Vow of Silence

      Get a Room

      Part Three

      Happy Holidays

      Dirtbags

      Snowflakes and Candy Canes

      The Best Chair in the World

      The Balzer Method

      Part Four

      Be My Valentine

      A Better-Than-Average Girlfriend

      The Outpost

      Barefoot and Pregnant

      At the Grapefruit

      Part Five

      Miracle Child

      Any Minute Now

      So Much to Let Go of

      I’m Glad You’re Here

      Acknowledgments

      Other Books by Tom Perrotta

       About the Publisher

      PROLOGUE

      LAURIE GARVEY HADN’T BEEN RAISED to believe in the Rapture. She hadn’t been raised to believe in much of anything, except the foolishness of belief itself.

      We’re agnostics, she used to tell her kids, back when they were little and needed a way to define themselves to their Catholic and Jewish and Unitarian friends. We don’t know if there’s a God, and nobody else does, either. They might say they do, but they really don’t.

      The first time she’d heard about the Rapture, she was a freshman in college, taking a class called Intro to World Religions. The phenomenon the professor described seemed like a joke to her, hordes of Christians floating out of their clothes, rising up through the roofs of their houses and cars to meet Jesus in the sky, everyone else standing around with their mouths hanging open, wondering where all the good people had gone. The theology remained murky to her, even after she read the section on “Premillennial Dispensationalism” in her textbook, all that mumbo jumbo about Armageddon and the Antichrist and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. It felt like religious kitsch, as tacky as a black velvet painting, the kind of fantasy that appealed to people who ate too much fried food, spanked their kids, and had no problem with the theory that their loving God invented AIDS to punish the gays. Every once in a while, in the years that followed, she’d spot someone reading one of the Left Behind books in an airport or on a train, and feel a twinge of pity, and even a little bit of tenderness, for the poor sucker who had nothing better to read, and nothing else to do, except sit around dreaming about the end of the world.

      And then it happened. The biblical prophecy came true, or at least partly true. People disappeared, millions of them at the same time, all over the world. This wasn’t some ancient rumor—a dead man coming back to life during the Roman Empire—or a dusty homegrown legend, Joseph Smith unearthing golden tablets in upstate New York, conversing with an angel. This was real. The Rapture happened in her own hometown, to her best friend’s daughter, among others, while Laurie herself was in the house. God’s intrusion into her life couldn’t have been any clearer if He’d addressed her from a burning azalea.

      At least you would have thought so. And yet she managed to deny the obvious for weeks and months afterward, clinging to her doubts like a life preserver, desperately echoing the scientists and pundits and politicians who insisted that the cause of what they called the “Sudden Departure” remained unknown, and cautioned the public to avoid jumping to conclusions until the release of the official report by the nonpartisan government panel that was investigating the matter.

      “Something tragic occurred,” the experts repeated over and over. “It was a Rapture-like phenomenon, but it doesn’t appear to have been the Rapture.”

      Interestingly, some of the loudest voices making this argument belonged to Christians themselves, who couldn’t СКАЧАТЬ