yakov_a_jerkov

Вспомнил отрывок из "2666" Боланьо. N-word тут присутствует. Очень хороший отрывок, по-моему.

Это американский журналист, работающий для журнала, ориентированного на черных читателей, звонит из Мексики своему редактору. И журналист, и редактор -- оба черные.

"Oscar," said his editor, "you're there to cover a goddamn boxing match."

"This is more important," said Fate, "the fight is just a little story. What I'm proposing is so much more."

"What are you proposing?"

"A sketch of the industrial landscape in the third world," said Fate, "a piece of reportage about the current situation in Mexico, a panorama of the border, a serious crime story, for fuck's sake."

"Reportage?" asked his editor. "Is that French, nigger? Since when do you speak French?"

"I don't speak French," said Fate, "but I know what fucking reportage is."

"I know what fucking reportage is, too," said the editor, "and I also know merci and au revoir and faire l'amour, which is the same as coucher avec moi. And I think that you, nigger, want to coucher avec moi, but you've forgot the voulez-vous, which in this case ought to have been your first move. You hear me? You say voulez-vous or you can get the fuck out."

"It's a great story," said Fate.

"How many black men are involved in this shit?" asked the editor.

"Black men? Say what?" asked Fate.

"How many niggers have ropes around their neck?" asked the editor.

"How should I know? I'm talking about a great story," said Fate, "not some riot in the ghetto."

"So in other words, there are no black men," said the editor.

"No black men, but more than two hundred Mexican women killed," said Fate.

"How're Pickett's odds?" asked the editor.

"Take Count Pickett and stick him up your black ass," said Fate.

"You seen the other guy?" asked the editor.

"You can stick Count Pickett up your black faggot ass," said Fate, "and ask him to watch it for you because when I get back to New York I'm going to kick the shit out of you."

"You do your job and hold on to your receipts, nigger," said the editor.

Fate hung up.