月亮與六便士TheMoonandSixpence(全英文原版)
定 價(jià):25 元
- 作者:毛姆(Maugham)
- 出版時(shí)間:2017/8/1
- ISBN:9787220101786
- 出 版 社:四川人民出版社
- 中圖法分類(lèi):H319.4:I561.45
- 頁(yè)碼:296
- 紙張:輕型紙
- 版次:1
- 開(kāi)本:32開(kāi)
《月亮與六便士》以法國(guó)印象派畫(huà)家保羅·高更的生平為素材,描述了一個(gè)原本平凡的倫敦證券經(jīng)紀(jì)人思特里克蘭德,突然著了藝術(shù)的魔,拋妻棄子,絕棄了旁人看來(lái)優(yōu)裕美滿(mǎn)的生活,奔赴南太平洋的塔希提島,用圓筆譜寫(xiě)出自己光輝燦爛的生命,把生命的價(jià)值全部注入絢爛畫(huà)布的故事。作品表現(xiàn)了天才、個(gè)性與物質(zhì)文明以及現(xiàn)代婚姻、家庭生活之間的矛盾,有著廣闊的生命視角,用散發(fā)著消毒水味道的手術(shù)刀對(duì)皮囊包裹下的人性進(jìn)行了犀利地解剖,混合著看客訕笑的幽默和殘忍的目光。
“鯨歌英文原版”系列圖書(shū)第一輯,精選國(guó)內(nèi)讀者耳熟能詳十本名著:《呼嘯山莊》《月亮與六便士》《簡(jiǎn)·愛(ài)》《老人與!贰1984》《美麗新世界》《人性的弱點(diǎn)》《假如給我三天光明》《動(dòng)物莊園》《飄》,以國(guó)外出版社版本為參照,原版復(fù)制,精心編排,力求原汁原味還原外版圖書(shū)的風(fēng)貌。這十本書(shū)文筆優(yōu)美,閱讀難度不高,非常適合有一定外語(yǔ)閱讀能力的讀者首次入門(mén)接觸外國(guó)小說(shuō)。
當(dāng)人到中年的你擁有了平凡人的小幸福,卻突然在某一天遭遇了使你心靈震撼的陌生事物,你愿意拋棄穩(wěn)定平和的生活投身于全新的藝術(shù)世界中嗎?小說(shuō)主人公便是這樣一個(gè)“沖動(dòng)”之人。從“普通”到“天才”的距離,或許只能用堅(jiān)定不移地相信和努力去填補(bǔ)。
20世紀(jì)受讀者歡迎的作家,英文現(xiàn)實(shí)主義巨匠毛姆的代表性長(zhǎng)篇名作。原汁原味,原版引進(jìn)。
威廉·薩默塞特·毛姆,英國(guó)現(xiàn)代小說(shuō)家、劇作家。毛姆被稱(chēng)為英國(guó)的莫泊桑。他一生著作甚多,除詩(shī)歌以外的各個(gè)文學(xué)領(lǐng)域,都有所涉及,有所建樹(shù)。他的作品,特別是他的長(zhǎng)、短篇小說(shuō),文筆質(zhì)樸,脈絡(luò)清晰,人物性格鮮明,情節(jié)跌宕有致,在各個(gè)階層中都擁有相當(dāng)數(shù)量的讀者群。
I did not know why Strickland had suddenly offered to show them to me. I welcomed the opportunity. A man’s work reveals him. In social intercourse he gives you the surface that he wishes the world to accept, and you can only gain a true knowledge of him by inferences from little actions, of which he is unconscious, and from fleeting expressions, which cross his face unknown to him. Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem. But in his book or his picture the real man delivers himself defenceless. His pretentiousness will only expose his vacuity. The lath painted to look like iron is seen to be but a lath. No affectation of peculiarity can conceal a commonplace mind. To the acute observer no one can produce the most casual work without disclosing the innermost secrets of his soul.
As I walked up the endless stairs of the house in which Strickland lived, I confess that I was a little excited. It seemed to me that I was on the threshold of a surprising adventure. I looked about the room with curiosity. It was even smaller and more bare than I remembered it. I wondered what those friends of mine would say who demanded vast studios, and vowed they could not work unless all the conditions were to their liking.
‘You’d better stand there’, he said, pointing to a spot from which, presumably, he fancied I could see to best advantage what he had to show me.
‘You don’t want me to talk, I suppose’, I said.
‘No, blast you;I want you to hold your tongue. ’
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