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Až vám Až vám někdo přečte V melounovém cukru (protože to je mnohem lepší, než když jej čtete sami), rozlije se vám po těle podivný sladký pocit, něco jako melounový cukr. Ne, že byste prožili dobrodružný příběh či snad milostný román, zkrátka si prožijete melounový cukr. Vypravěč s všelikým jménem vás zavede do jáMORu, kte rostou stromy a kde tečou malinkaté řeky, navštívíte zapomenuté podniky a poznáte Margaret, tu která jediná vždy šlápne na vrzající prkno na mostě.
Jak prohlásil Martin Hilský, knížka nemá hlavy ni paty, i když možná že ano, ale tak nějak polovičatě roztroušeně. Jsou to spíše barevné výjevy, tak krásně vystižené v ilustracích Jiřího Šalamouna, kterými jsou prokládány kratičké kapitoly. A pak, on stejně každý to své v melounovém cukru najde.

Ukázka:

MY NAME
From In Watermelon Sugar

I guess you are kind of curious as to who I am, but I am one of those who do not have a regular name. My name depends on you. Just call me whatever is in your mind.
If you are thinking about something that happened a long time ago: Somebody asked you a question and you did not know the answer.
That is my name.
perhaps it was raining very hard.
That is my name.
Or somebody wanted you to do something. You did it. Then they told you what you did was wrong - "Sorry for the mistake," - and you had to do something else.
That is my name.
Perhaps it was a game you played when you were a child or something that came idly into your mind when you were old and sitting in a chair near the window.
That is my name.
Or you walked someplace. There were flowers all around.
That is my name.
Perhaps you stared into a river. There was somebody near who loved you. They were about to touch you. You could feel this before it happened. Then it happened.
That is my name.
Or you heard someone calling from a great distance. Their voice was almost an echo.
That is my name.
Perhaps you were lying in bed, almost ready to go to sleep and you laughed at something, a joke unto yourself, a good way to end the day.
That is my name.
Or you were eating something good and for a second forgot what you were eating, but still went on, knowing it was good.
That is my name.
Perhaps it was around midnight and the fire tolled like a bell inside the stove.
That is my name.
Or you felt bad when she said that thing to you. She could have told it to someone else: Somebody who was more familiar with her problems.
That is my name.
Perhaps the trout swam in the pool but the river was only eight inches wide and the moon shone on iDEATH and the watermelon fields glowed out of proportion, dark and the moon seemed to rise from every plant.
That is my name.
And I wish Margaret would leave me alone.

V melounovém cukru (In Watermelon Sugar - 1969)
Richard Brautigan
přeložila Olga Špilarová
Argo 1996