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发表于2024-04-27

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出版社：天津人民出版社

ISBN：9787201120843

版次：1

商品编码：12167693

品牌：Holybird

包装：平装

外文名称：The Sun Also Rises

开本：32开

出版时间：2017-08-01

用纸：纯质纸

页数：240

字数：250

正文语种：英文

太阳照常升起（英文版） [The Sun Also Rises] epub pdf mobi txt 电子书下载 2024

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　　《太阳照常升起》是海明威的成名作，自出版以来一直深受有前卫心理和逆反心理、渴望独创艺术、渴望更加开放的心灵空间的年轻读者群青睐。本书为英文原版，同时配有配套英文朗读，详见图书封底博客链接。

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　　《太阳照常升起》以1924年至1925年这一历史时段和名城巴黎为背景。围绕一群在感情或爱情上遭受过严重创伤，或者在战争中落下了严重心理或生理机能障碍的英美男女青年放浪形骸的生活，以及发生在他们之间的情感纠葛而展开。反映了这代人意识觉醒后却又感到无路可走的痛苦、悲哀的心境。在《太阳照常升起》之中海明威尽量采用直截了当的抒情、鲜明的对话、简短句式，用简单易懂的词语把事件、景物、人物的语言、心理描写、行动等呈现在读者眼前。作者藉此成为"迷惘的一代"的代言人，并以此书开创了海明威式的独特文风。

　　本书为全英文版，同时配有配套英文朗读，让读者在品读精彩文章的同时，亦能提升英文阅读水平。

　　Published in 1926 to explosive acclaim, The Sun Also Rises stands as perhaps the most impressive first novel ever written by an American writer. It's a fiction about a group of American and British expatriates who travel from Paris to the Festival of San Fermín in Pamplona to watch the running of the bulls and the bullfights. An early and enduring modernist novel, it received mixed reviews upon publication.

　　The novel is a roman à clef; the characters are based on real people of Hemingway's circle, and the action is based on real events. In the novel, Hemingway presents his notion that the "Lost Generation", considered to have been decadent, dissolute and irretrievably damaged by World War I, was resilient and strong. Additionally, Hemingway investigates the themes of love, death, renewal in nature, and the nature of masculinity.

作者简介

　　欧内斯特·海明威（Ernest Miller Hemingway），美国作家、记者，被认为是20世纪著名的小说家之一。海明威的一生之中曾荣获不少奖项。他在第一次世界大战期间被授予银制勇敢勋章；1953年，他以《老人与海》一书获得普利策奖；1954年的《老人与海》又为海明威夺得诺贝尔文学奖。2001年，海明威的《太阳照样升起》与《永别了，武器》两部作品被美国现代图书馆列入"20世纪中的100部英文小说"。

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　　Robert Cohn was once middleweight boxing champion of Princeton. Do not think that I am very much impressed by that as a boxing title, but it meant a lot to Cohn. He cared nothing for boxing, in fact he disliked it, but he learned it painfully and thoroughly to counteract the feeling of inferiority and shyness he had felt on being treated as a Jew at Princeton. There was a certain inner comfort in knowing he could knock down anybody who was snooty to him, although, being very shy and a thoroughly nice boy, he never fought except in the gym. He was Spider Kelly's star pupil. Spider Kelly taught all his young gentlemen to box like featherweights, no matter whether they weighed one hundred and five or two hundred and five pounds. But it seemed to fit Cohn. He was really very fast. He was so good that Spider promptly overmatched him and got his nose permanently flattened. This increased Cohn's distaste for boxing, but it gave him a certain satisfaction of some strange sort, and it certainly improved his nose. In his last year at Princeton he read too much and took to wearing spectacles. I never met any one of his class who remembered him. They did not even remember that he was middleweight boxing champion.

　　I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together, and I always had a suspicion that perhaps Robert Cohn had never been middleweight boxing champion, and that perhaps a horse had stepped on his face, or that maybe his mother had been frightened or seen something, or that he had, maybe, bumped into something as a young child, but I finally had somebody verify the story from Spider Kelly. Spider Kelly not only remembered Cohn. He had often wondered what had become of him.

　　Robert Cohn was a member, through his father, of one of the richest Jewish families in New York, and through his mother of one of the oldest. At the military school where he prepped for Princeton, and played a very good end on the football team, no one had made him race-conscious. No one had ever made him feel he was a Jew, and hence any different from anybody else, until he went to Princeton. He was a nice boy, a friendly boy, and very shy, and it made him bitter. He took it out in boxing, and he came out of Princeton with painful self-consciousness and the flattened nose, and was married by the first girl who was nice to him. He was married five years, had three children, lost most of the fifty thousand dollars his father left him, the balance of the estate having gone to his mother, hardened into a rather unattractive mould under domestic unhappiness with a rich wife; and just when he had made up his mind to leave his wife she left him and went off with a miniature-painter. As he had been thinking for months about leaving his wife and had not done it because it would be too cruel to deprive her of himself, her departure was a very healthful shock.

　　The divorce was arranged and Robert Cohn went out to the Coast. In California he fell among literary people and, as he still had a little of the fifty thousand left, in a short time he was backing a review of the Arts. The review commenced publication in Carmel, California, and finished in Provincetown, Massachusetts. By that time Cohn, who had been regarded purely as an angel, and whose name had appeared on the editorial page merely as a member of the advisory board, had become the sole editor. It was his money and he discovered he liked the authority of editing. He was sorry when the magazine became too expensive and he had to give it up.

　　By that time, though, he had other things to worry about. He had been taken in hand by a lady who hoped to rise with the magazine. She was very forceful, and Cohn never had a chance of not being taken in hand. Also he was sure that he loved her. When this lady saw that the magazine was not going to rise, she became a little disgusted with Cohn and decided that she might as well get what there was to get while there was still something available, so she urged that they go to Europe, where Cohn could write. They came to Europe, where the lady had been educated, and stayed three years. During these three years, the first spent in travel, the last two in Paris, Robert Cohn had two friends, Braddocks and myself. Braddocks was his literary friend. I was his tennis friend.