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Stieg Larsson（斯蒂格·拉森） 著，Reg Keeland 译

图书标签:

• Thriller
• Mystery
• Crime
• Fiction
• Scandinavian Noir
• Millennium Series
• Lisbeth Salander
• Stieg Larsson
• Political Intrigue
• Suspense

出版社： Random House

ISBN：9780307739964

商品编码：19015430

包装：平装

丛书名： Vintage Crime/Black Lizard

出版时间：2010-06-01

用纸：胶版纸

页数：800

正文语种：英文

商品尺寸：10.67x3.56x17.53cm

内容简介

Lisbeth Salander—the heart of Larsson's two previous novels—is under close supervision in the intensive care unit of a Swedish city hospital. She's fighting for her life in more ways than one: when she's well enough, she'll stand trial for three murders. With the help of her friend, journalist Mikael Blomkvist, she will have to prove her innocence, and to identify the corrupt politicians who have allowed the vulnerable, like herself, to suffer abuse. And, on her own, she will plot her revenge—against the man who tried to kill her and the government institutions that very nearly destroyed her life.

Once upon a time, she was a victim. Now Lisbeth Salander is ready to fight back.

作者简介

Stieg Larsson, who lived in Sweden, was the editor in chief of the magazine Expo and a leading expert on antidemocratic right-wing extremist and Nazi organizations. He died in 2004, shortly after delivering the manuscripts for The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The Girl Who Played with Fire, and The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest.

　　斯蒂格·拉森(Stieg Larsson)，瑞典作家与新闻记者。曾任职于瑞典中央新闻通讯社，并于工作之余投身反法西斯主义的活动。1995年，他创办了Expo基金会，并自1999年开始担任基金会同名杂志主编。由于他长期致力于揭发瑞典极右派组织的不法行为，多年来一直受到程度或轻或重的死亡恐吓与威胁。这部小说中总是积极捍卫社会正义、不求个人名利的男主角，几乎就是拉森本人的化身。
　　拉森从2001年开始撰写“千禧”系列小说，2004年完成三部曲后，竟不幸于11月因心脏病突发辞世，来不及看见首曲《龙纹身的女孩》在2005年出版，以及此系列小说售出全球超过34国版权、轰动全欧的盛况。随着第二部和第三部的出版，“千禧”系列引发阅读热潮，雄踞欧洲各国畅销书排行榜，且历久不坠。此外，《龙纹身的女孩》在2006年夺得北欧犯罪小说协会最佳犯罪小说“玻璃钥匙”奖；2008年，“千禧”系列第三部《捅马蜂窝的女孩》再度夺下“玻璃钥匙”奖。拉森打破纪录，成为瑞典有史以来第一位两度获颁该奖项的作家。2008年2月，拉森入选英国《每日电讯报》“一生必读的五十位犯罪小说作家”。2009年，拉森被选为“欧洲最具冲击力十大畅销小说家”，在榜单上排名超过丹·布朗与《暮光之城》作者斯蒂芬妮·梅尔，居于首位。

精彩书评

"Fans will not be disappointed: this is another roller-coaster ride that keeps you reading far too late into the night. Intricate but flawlessly plotted, it has complex characters as well as a satisfying, clear moral thrust."
—Evening Standard

"Salander is a magnificent creation: a feminist avenging angel . . . I cannot think of another modern writer who so successfully turns his politics away from a preachy manifesto and into a dynamic narrative device. Larsson's hatred of injustice will drive readers across the world through a three-volume novel and leave them regretting the final page; and regretting, even more, the early death of a mastery storyteller just as he was entering his prime."
—Observer

"Larsson has produced a coup de foudre, a novel that is complex, satisfying, clever, moral . . . This is a grown-up novel for grown-up readers, who want something more than a quick fix and a car chase. And it's why the Millennium trilogy is rightly a publishing phenomenon all over the world."
—Guardian

"[The trilogy] is intricately plotted, lavishly detailed but written with a breakneck pace and verve . . [Hornet's Nest] is a tantalizing double finale—first idyllic, then frenetic . . . Larsson has made the literary moods of saga and soap opera converge—with suspense as the adhesive. And, behind the quickfire action, those great chords of moral and political witness continue to resonate."
—Independent

精彩书摘

chapter 1

Friday, April 8

Dr. Jonasson was woken by a nurse five minutes before the helicopter was expected to land. It was just before 1:30 in the morning.

""What?"" he said, confused.

""Rescue Service helicopter coming in. Two patients. An injured man and a younger woman. The woman has a gunshot wound.""

""All right,"" Jonasson said wearily.

Although he had slept for only half an hour, he felt groggy. He was on the night shift in the ER at Sahlgrenska hospital in G?teborg. It had been a strenuous evening.

By 12:30 the steady flow of emergency cases had eased off. He had made a round to check on the state of his patients and then gone back to the staff bedroom to try to rest for a while. He was on duty until 6:00, and seldom got the chance to sleep even if no emergency patients came in. But this time he had fallen asleep almost as soon as he turned out the light.

Jonasson saw lightning out over the sea. He knew that the helicopter was coming in the nick of time. All of a sudden a heavy downpour lashed at the window. The storm had moved in over G?teborg.

He heard the sound of the chopper and watched as it banked through the storm squalls down towards the helipad. For a second he held his breath when the pilot seemed to have difficulty controlling the aircraft. Then it vanished from his field of vision and he heard the engine slowing to land. He took a hasty swallow of his tea and set down the cup.

Jonasson met the emergency team in the admissions area. The other doctor on duty took on the first patient who was wheeled in-an elderly man with his head bandaged, apparently with a serious wound to the face. Jonasson was left with the second patient, the woman who had been shot. He did a quick visual examination: it looked like she was a teenager, very dirty and bloody, and severely wounded. He lifted the blanket that the Rescue Service had wrapped around her body and saw that the wounds to her hip and shoulder were bandaged with duct tape, which he considered a pretty clever idea. The tape kept bacteria out and blood in. One bullet had entered her hip and gone straight through the muscle tissue. He gently raised her shoulder and located the entry wound in her back. There was no exit wound: the round was still inside her shoulder. He hoped it had not penetrated her lung, and since he did not see any blood in the woman's mouth he concluded that probably it had not.

""Radiology,"" he told the nurse in attendance. That was all he needed to say.

Then he cut away the bandage that the emergency team had wrapped around her skull. He froze when he saw another entry wound. The woman had been shot in the head, and there was no exit wound there either.

Jonasson paused for a second, looking down at the girl. He felt dejected. He often described his job as being like that of a goalkeeper. Every day people came to his place of work in varying conditions but with one objective: to get help.

Jonasson was the goalkeeper who stood between the patient and Fonus Funeral Service. His job was to decide what to do. If he made the wrong decision, the patient might die or perhaps wake up disabled for life. Most often he made the right decision, because the vast majority of injured people had an obvious and specific problem. A stab wound to the lung or a crushing injury after a car crash were both particular and recognizable problems that could be dealt with. The survival of the patient depended on the extent of the damage and on Jonasson's skill.

There were two kinds of injury that he hated. One was a serious burn case, because no matter what measures he took the burns would almost inevitably result in a lifetime of suffering. The second was an injury to the brain.

The girl on the gurney could live with a piece of lead in her hip and a piece of lead in her shoulder. But a piece of lead inside her brain was a trauma of a wholly different magnitude. He was suddenly aware of the nurse saying something.

""Sorry. I wasn't listening.""

""It's her.""

""What do you mean?""

""It's Lisbeth Salander. The girl they've been hunting for the past few weeks, for the triple murder in Stockholm.""

Jonasson looked again at the unconscious patient's face. He realized at once that the nurse was right. He and the whole of Sweden had seen Salander's passport photograph on billboards outside every newspaper kiosk for weeks. And now the murderer herself had been shot, which was surely poetic justice of a sort.

But that was not his concern. His job was to save his patient's life, irrespective of whether she was a triple murderer or a Nobel Prize winner. Or both.

Then the efficient chaos, the same in every ER the world over, erupted. The staff on Jonasson's shift set about their appointed tasks. Salander's clothes were cut away. A nurse reported on her blood pressure-100/70-while the doctor put his stethoscope to her chest and listened to her heartbeat. It was surprisingly regular, but her breathing was not quite normal.

Jonasson did not hesitate to classify Salander's condition as critical. The wounds in her shoulder and hip could wait until later, with a compress on each, or even with the duct tape that some inspired soul had applied. What mattered was her head. Jonasson ordered tomography with the new and improved CT scanner that the hospital had lately acquired.

Jonasson had a view of medicine that was at times unorthodox. He thought doctors often drew conclusions that they could not substantiate. This meant that they gave up far too easily; alternatively, they spent too much time at the acute stage trying to work out exactly what was wrong with the patient so as to decide on the right treatment. This was correct procedure, of course. The problem was that the patient was in danger of dying while the doctor was still doing his thinking.

But Jonasson had never before had a patient with a bullet in her skull. Most likely he would need a brain surgeon. He had all the theoretical knowledge required to make an incursion into the brain, but he did not by any means consider himself a brain surgeon. He felt inadequate, but all of a sudden he realized that he might be luckier than he deserved. Before he scrubbed up and put on his operating clothes he sent for the nurse.

""There's an American professor from Boston working at the Karolinska hospital in Stockholm. He happens to be in G?teborg tonight, staying at the Radisson on Avenyn. He just gave a lecture on brain research. He's a good friend of mine. Could you get the number?""

While Jonasson was still waiting for the X-rays, the nurse came back with the number of the Radisson. Jonasson picked up the phone. The night porter at the Radisson was very reluctant to wake a guest at that time of night and Jonasson had to come up with a few choice phrases about the critical nature of the situation before his call was put through.

"Good morning, Frank," Jonasson said when the call was finally answered. "It's Anders. Do you feel like coming over to Sahlgrenska to help out in a brain op?"
"Are you bullshitting me?" Dr. Frank Ellis had lived in Sweden for many years and was fluent in Swedish-albeit with an American accent- but when Jonasson spoke to him in Swedish, Ellis always replied in his mother tongue.

"The patient is in her mid-twenties. Entry wound, no exit."

"And she's alive?"

"Weak but regular pulse, less regular breathing, blood pressure one hundred over seventy. She also has a bullet wound in her shoulder and another in her hip. But I know how to handle those two."

"Sounds promising," Ellis said.

"Promising?"

"If somebody has a bullet in their head and they're still alive, that points to hopeful."

"I understand... Frank, can you help me out?"

"I spent the evening in the company of good friends, Anders. I got to bed at 1:00 and no doubt I have an impressive blood alcohol content."

"I'll make the decisions and do the surgery. But I need somebody to tell me if I'm doing anything stupid. Even a falling-down drunk Professor Ellis is several classes better than I could ever be when it comes to assessing brain damage."

"OK, I'll come. But you're going to owe me one."

"I'll have a taxi waiting outside by the time you get down to the lobby. The driver will know where to drop you, and a nurse will be there to meet you and get you scrubbed in."

"I had a patient a number of years ago, in Boston-I wrote about the case in the New England Journal of Medicine. It was a girl the same age as your patient here. She was walking to the university when someone shot her with a crossbow. The arrow entered at the outside edge of her left eyebrow and went straight through her head, exiting from almost the middle of the back of her neck."

"And she survived?"

"She looked like nothing on earth when she came in. We cut off the arrow shaft and put her head in a CT scanner. The arrow went straight through her brain. By all known reckoning she should have been dead, or at least suffered such massive trauma that she would have been in a coma."

"And what was her condition?"

"She was conscious the whol time. Not only that; she was terribly frightened, of course, but she was completely rational. Her only problem was that she had an arrow through her skull."

"What did you do?"

Well, I got the forceps and pulled out the arrow and bandaged the wounds. More or less."

"And she lived to tell the tale?"

"Obviously her condition was critical, but the fact is we could have sent her home the same day. I've seldom had a healthier patient."

Jonasson wondered whether Ellis was pulling his leg.

"On the other hand," Ellis went on, "I had a forty-two-year-old patient in Stockholm some years ago who banged his head on a windowsill. He began to feel sick immediately and was taken by ambulance to the ER. When I got to him he was unconscious. He had a small bump and a very slight bruise. But he never regained consciousness and died after nine days ... "

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从主题思想层面来看，这本书的探讨深度远超一般畅销书的范畴。它不仅仅讲述了一个悬疑故事，更像是一部关于创伤后重建和自我救赎的史诗。书中对于主角如何面对过去不可磨灭的阴影，并最终找到力量站起来反击的过程，处理得极其有力且鼓舞人心。这需要作者对人类精神韧性的深刻理解。许多情节都在探讨“受害者”身份的转变，以及个体如何对抗系统性的不公和偏见。这种对边缘化群体声音的关注，使得整部作品带有一种强烈的社会责任感。它迫使我们去审视那些被社会主流所忽略或压制的群体所遭受的苦难，并反思制度的失灵。读完后，我感觉自己不仅仅是在看一个虚构的故事，更像是在进行一次严肃的社会议题的思辨。这种知识性和启发性是如此丰富，以至于我感觉自己的世界观都被轻轻地推开了一扇新的窗户。它成功地将娱乐性与深刻的哲学和社会思考完美地融合在了一起。

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这本书带给我一种久违的、近乎原始的阅读冲动，我几乎是连夜把它啃完了。情节的张力实在太强了，让人完全沉浸其中，无法自拔。它成功地营造了一种令人窒息的氛围，那种无处不在的压抑感和对真相的渴望交织在一起，形成了强大的阅读驱动力。我很少为书中的人物流泪，但这次，我真的被某些场景深深触动了。作者对于正义与复仇主题的探讨，并非停留在简单的黑白对立上，而是深入挖掘了道德的灰色地带。每个人物都有其自身的复杂性和合理性，即便是反派，其动机也得到了充分的阐释，这使得故事的层次感一下子提升了上去。更让我惊喜的是，书中对瑞典社会某些隐秘角落的揭露，虽然是虚构的叙事，却带着一种令人信服的真实感，仿佛作者对当地的社会生态有着深入骨髓的了解。这种细节的真实性，极大地增强了故事的说服力，让读者不得不去思考现实世界中类似的问题。我向所有喜欢深度犯罪或社会议题小说的朋友们强烈推荐这本书，它绝不是一部可以轻松翻过去的娱乐读物。

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关于语言风格，这本书的文字处理达到了极高的水准，读起来有一种独特的韵律感。它既有那种冷峻、克制的北欧式叙事风格，笔触干净利落，不拖泥带水，但同时，在描写人物情感爆发的瞬间，文字又变得异常饱满和富有张力。这种强烈的对比，使得情感的冲击力被放大。我尤其喜欢作者在进行心理侧写时所使用的那些精准而富有洞察力的词汇，它们像手术刀一样，精准地剖析了人物的内心世界。这种文字的密度，要求读者必须全神贯注，稍不留神可能就会错过一些关键的暗示。对于那些追求文学性的读者来说，这本书的语言本身就是一种享受。它不是那种华丽辞藻堆砌的“美文”，而是一种服务于故事和主题的、极具效率和力量感的文字艺术。在某些章节，我甚至会停下来，反复阅读某一句精彩的描写，思考作者是如何提炼出如此精炼的表达的。这本书让我再次认识到，优秀的文学作品，其文字的力量是多么强大，它能构建出一个鲜活、可感的精神世界。

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这本书的结构简直是精妙绝伦，作者对于叙事节奏的掌控简直让人叹为观止。从一开始的平稳铺陈，到中间层层递进的悬念，再到最后高潮部分的爆发，每一个转折都恰到好处，让人完全无法预料接下来的发展。我花了整整一周的时间才读完，每当我觉得自己已经猜到了结局，作者总能用一个出乎意料的情节瞬间打破我的所有设想。这种阅读体验非常难得，它不仅仅是提供一个故事，更像是一场智力上的较量。特别是书中对于一些复杂人物内心挣扎的描绘，细腻到让人心疼，仿佛我就是那个身处困境中的角色，感同身受地体验着那种煎熬与挣扎。我尤其欣赏作者在处理多线索叙事时的功力，尽管人物众多，背景复杂，但始终保持着清晰的逻辑，没有丝毫的混乱，这对于一部长篇小说来说是极大的挑战。读完后，我发现自己一直在回味那些关键性的对话，它们不仅仅推动了情节，更是对人性深刻的洞察。总而言之，这是一次结构上无可挑剔的阅读盛宴，让人在合上书本后仍久久不能平息。

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优惠时买的，价格划算。

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The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest

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返券，便宜，很好的书

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帮同学买的,质量还不错

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是同学想要的生日礼物，她很喜欢。

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经典书籍。同学推荐的。推荐。

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慢慢看吧，犯罪书的杰作

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虽然是三十几块的书，不过八百多页的内容，应该足够让你觉得这本书真的是值了，如果不介意报纸那种糟糕的纸质的话，相比其他同档次的外文书，这个价格还算公道些了，京东经常会有各种满减的优惠活动，可以剩下一笔不小的费用希望各位网友理智购物，合理屯书。如果不是很介意那个很一般的封面的话。多读这方面的书对整个人的人生观、世界观和价值观都会有很大的帮助，生活也不会过得那么干巴巴。书本装帧还不错，看起来很结实，不会脱页的忧虑，阅读体验相当不错。字体不会太小，看起来相当舒服。

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