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Sherwood Anderson（舍伍德·安德森） 著

图书标签:

• Sherwood Anderson
• Winesburg, Ohio
• Short Stories
• American Literature
• Classic Literature
• Fiction
• Modernism
• Small Town Life
• Psychological Realism
• Literary Fiction

出版社： Random House

ISBN：9780553214390

商品编码：19017044

包装：平装

出版时间：1995-03-01

用纸：胶版纸

页数：256

正文语种：英文

商品尺寸：17.27x10.41x1.78cm;0.16kg

内容简介

Published in 1919, Winesburg, Ohio is Sherwood Anderson's masterpiece, a work in which he achieved the goal to which he believed all true writers should aspire: to see and feel "all of life within." In a perfectly imagined world, an archetypal small American town, he reveals the hidden passions that turn ordinary lives into unforgettable ones. Unified by the recurring presence of young George Willard, and played out against the backdrop of Winesburg, Anderson's loosely connected chapters, or stories, coalesce into a powerful novel.

In such tales as "Hands," the portrayal of a rural berry picker still haunted by the accusations of homosexuality that ended his teaching career, Anderson's vision is as acute today as it was over eighty-five years ago. His intuitive ability to home in on examples of timeless, human conflicts—a workingman deciding if he should marry the woman who is to bear his child, an unhappy housewife who seeks love from the town's doctor, an unmarried high school teacher sexually attracted to a pupil—makes this book not only immensely readable but also deeply meaningful. An important influence on Faulkner, Hemingway, and others who were drawn to Anderson's innovative format and psychological insights, Winesburg, Ohio deserves a place among the front ranks of our nation's finest literary achievements.

作者简介

Sherwood Anderson (1876-1941) spent most of his boyhood in Clyde, Ohio, the model for Winesburg, Ohio. And like the central figure of that work, Anderson left small-town life behind after his mother's death, when he was nineteen. After serving in the Spanish-American War, the mostly self-taught Anderson became successful advertising copywriter in Chicago. Then in 1912, torn between his responsibilities and his drive to create, he had a breakdown that has become legendary. Having become the owner of a small factory, Anderson abruptly walked from his office and wandered about for four days in a trancelike state before ending up in an Ohio hospital. Realizing he must devote his life to writing, he finally broke with his wife and family and joined Carl Sandburg and Theodore Dreiser, who were at the core of Chicago's literary group. By 1925, Anderson had demonstrated such talent that H.L. Mencken called him "America's most distinguished novelist." A mentor of William Faulkner and Thomas Wolfe, Anderson was known for his colloquial style and his exploration of gender and sexuality in relationships. His works of fiction include Windy McPherson's Son (1916); Poor White (1920); The Triumph of the Egg (1921), a short-story collection; and Dark Laughter (1925). Also important are his autobiographical works: A Story Teller's Story (1924), Tar: A Midwest Childhood (1926), and Sherwood Anderson's Memoirs (1942). He died of peritonitis on a trip abroad when a broken toothpick perforated his intestines.

精彩书评

"When he calls himself a 'poor scribbler' don't believe him. He is not a poor scribbler... he is a very great writer."
——Ernest Hemingway

"Winesburg, Ohio, when it first appeared, kept me up a whole night in a steady crescendo of emotion."
——Hart Crane

"As a rule, first books show more bravado than anything else, unless it be tediousness. But there is neither of these qualities in Winesburg, Ohio... These people live and breathe: they are beautiful."
——E. M. Forster

"Winesburg, Ohio is an extraordinarily good book. But it is not fiction. It is poetry."
——Rebecca West

精彩书摘

The writer, an old man with a white mustache, had some difficulty in getting into bed. The windows of the house in which he lived were high and he wanted to look at the trees when he awoke in the morning. A carpenter came to fix the bed so that it would be on a level with the window.

Quite a fuss was made about the matter. The carpenter, who had been a soldier in the Civil War, came into the writer's room and sat down to talk of building a platform for the purpose of raising the bed. The writer had cigars lying about and the carpenter smoked.

For a time the two men talked of the raising of the bed and then they talked of other things. The soldier got on the subject of the war. The writer, in fact, led him to that subject. The carpenter had once been a prisoner in Andersonville prison and had lost a brother. The brother had died of starvation, and whenever the carpenter got upon that subject he cried. He, like the old writer, had a white mustache, and when he cried he puckered up his lips and the mustache bobbed up and down. The weeping old man with the cigar in his mouth was ludicrous. The plan the writer had for the raising of his bed was forgotten and later the carpenter did it in his own way and the writer, who was past sixty, had to help himself with a chair when he went to bed at night.

In his bed the writer rolled over on his side and lay quite still. For years he had been beset with notions concerning his heart. He was a hard smoker and his heart fluttered. The idea had got into his mind that he would some time die unexpectedly and always when he got into bed he thought of that. It did not alarm him. The effect in fact was quite a special thing and not easily explained. It made him more alive, there in bed, than at any other time. Perfectly still he lay and his body was old and not of much use any more, but something inside him was altogether young. He was like a pregnant woman, only that the thing inside him was not a baby but a youth. No, it wasn't a youth, it was a woman, young, and wearing a coat of mail like a knight. It is absurd, you see, to try to tell what was inside the old writer as he lay on his high bed and listened to the fluttering of his heart. The thing to get at is what the writer, or the young thing within the writer, was thinking about.

The old writer, like all of the people in the world, had got, during his long life, a great many notions in his head. He had once been quite handsome and a number of women had been in love with him. And then, of course, he had known people, many people, known them in a peculiarly intimate way that was different from the way in which you and I know people. At least that is what the writer thought and the thought pleased him. Why quarrel with an old man concerning his thoughts?

In the bed the writer had a dream that was not a dream. As he grew somewhat sleepy but was still conscious, figures began to appear before his eyes. He imagined the young indescribable thing within himself was driving a long procession of figures before his eyes.

You see the interest in all this lies in the figures that went before the eyes of the writer. They were all grotesques. All of the men and women the writer had ever known had become grotesques.

The grotesques were not all horrible. Some were amusing, some almost beautiful, and one, a woman all drawn out of shape, hurt the old man by her grotesqueness. When she passed he made a noise like a small dog whimpering. Had you come into the room you might have supposed the old man had unpleasant dreams or perhaps indigestion.

For an hour the procession of grotesques passed before the eyes of the old man, and then, although it was a painful thing to do, he crept out of bed and began to write. Some one of the grotesques had made a deep impression on his mind and he wanted to describe it.

At his desk the writer worked for an hour. In the end he wrote a book which he called 'The Book of the Grotesque.' It was never published, but I saw it once and it made an indelible impression on my mind. The book had one central thought that is very strange and has always remained with me. By remembering it I have been able to understand many people and things that I was never able to understand before. The thought was involved but a simple statement of it would be something like this:

That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as a truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were the truths and they were all beautiful.

The old man had listed hundreds of the truths in his book. I will not try to tell you of all of them. There was the truth of virginity and the truth of passion, the truth of wealth and of poverty, of thrift and of profligacy, of carelessness and abandon. Hundreds and hundreds were the truths and they were all beautiful.

And then the people came along. Each as he appeared snatched up one of the truths and some who were quite strong snatched up a dozen of them.

It was the truths that made the people grotesques. The old man had quite an elaborate theory concerning the matter. It was his notion that the moment one of the people took one of the truths to himself, called it his truth, and tried to live his life by it, he became a grotesque and the truth he embraced became a falsehood.

You can see for yourself how the old man, who had spent all of his life writing and was filled with words, would write hundreds of pages concerning this matter. The subject would become so big in his mind that he himself would be in danger of becoming a grotesque. He didn't, I suppose, for the same reason that he never published the book. It was the young thing inside him that saved the old man.

Concerning the old carpenter who fixed the bed for the writer, I only mentioned him because he, like many of what are called very common people, became the nearest thing to what is understandable and lovable of all the grotesques in the writer's book.

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这本书的名字很长，初次见到时，我其实有点犹豫。Winesburg, Ohio，这个名字听起来就充满了某种小镇的质朴和一种淡淡的怀旧感，而“ Sherwood Anderson”这个名字，在我脑海里也只剩下一些模糊的文学印象，总觉得是那种需要静下心来慢慢品味的书。“平装”的字样也让我觉得它可能不是什么惊心动魄的巨著，更像是书架上一本安静的读物。我喜欢收集各种版本的经典文学，尤其是有年代感的作品，所以尽管名字有些拗口，但还是抱着一种“也许能挖出点什么”的心态把它加入了购物车。想象中，它会是一本适合在雨天午后，捧着一杯热茶，坐在窗边阅读的书，那种感觉仿佛能穿越时空，去到那个遥远的小镇，感受那里的人情风貌。这本书的装帧和排版，也是我考量的一部分，我喜欢那些排版清晰、字体舒适的书，能让阅读体验更加流畅，不至于因为阅读的载体本身而分心。所以，在购买之前，我还是花了一些时间去了解它的基本信息，包括出版年份、页数等等，这些细节虽然琐碎，但却构成了我与一本书建立最初联系的重要部分。这本书给我带来的，不仅仅是文字本身，更是一种对作者、对时代、对那个虚构小镇的想象空间，这才是阅读的魅力所在。

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我是一个比较随性的读者，很少会提前去做大量的“功课”来了解一本书。对于Winesburg, Ohio，我的第一印象来自于它的名字，那种简洁而又充满画面感的组合，让我立刻联想到一个安静、或许有些孤寂的小镇。我喜欢从书本的封面和书名来猜测作者想要表达的主题，这本身就是一种有趣的探索过程。我希望这本书能够给我带来一种“惊喜”，而不是预料之中的内容。有时候，那些我们没有太多期待的书，反而能带给我们意想不到的收获。我喜欢那些能够触动我内心深处情感的书，能够让我产生共鸣，或者让我看到一些我从未曾留意过的视角。这本书的“平装”版本，也让我觉得它更具亲和力，仿佛是任何人都可以轻松入手，并且能够从中获得乐趣。我不太在意书本的精装与否，更看重的是它所带来的精神食粮。我期待这本书能够像一杯醇厚的咖啡，在某个午后，慢慢地品味，感受其中的滋味，让它在我的脑海里留下深刻的印记。

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我购买这本书，更多地是出于一种“好奇心”。Winesburg, Ohio，这个名字听起来充满了地域特色，让我联想到一些关于小镇生活、人情世故的故事。我喜欢那些能够让我感受到浓厚生活气息的作品，能够让我窥探到不同人群的生活状态和内心世界。这本书的作者 Sherwood Anderson，我也并没有太多的了解，所以这更增添了一份神秘感。我希望这本书能够带给我一些新鲜的体验，而不是重复我已知的内容。我喜欢那些能够“打开新世界”的书，让我看到一些我从未想过的事情，或者让我对一些事情有全新的认识。这本书的“平装”版本，也让我觉得它更容易被接受，不需要太多的门槛，就可以开始阅读。我期待这本书能够像一位老朋友，在某个不经意的时刻，与我分享它的故事，让我感受到一种温暖和启发。

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买这本书，很大程度上是出于一种“收藏”的心理。Winesburg, Ohio，这个名字本身就有一种特殊的文学意义，我喜欢收集那些在美国文学史上占有重要地位的作品，即使我还没有真正读过它们。我常常会在二手书店或者网上搜索那些经典作品的不同版本，然后把它们陈列在我的书架上，形成一道独特的风景线。这本书的英文原版，对我来说更具吸引力，我希望能够直接接触到作者最原始的文字，感受那种语言的韵味和表达方式。我喜欢阅读那些带有时代印记的文字，它们能够让我更直观地了解那个时代的文化和思想。这本书的“平装”版本，也让我觉得它更加朴实无华，更能体现其文学本身的价值，而不是被华丽的外表所掩盖。我期待这本书能够成为我书架上的一件珍品，虽然它可能不会经常被翻阅，但它所代表的意义，对我来说却是非常重要的。

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我对这本书的期待，更多地源于它所代表的那种“经典”的标签。在快节奏的现代社会，我们常常被各种新奇、刺激的内容所吸引，而那些历经时间考验的作品，反而显得有些“沉重”，需要更多的耐心去解读。Winesburg, Ohio，这个名字本身就带着一股浓厚的时代气息，让人联想到美国文学史上的某个重要时期，可能是一些经典的现实主义或现代主义的代表作。我希望这本书能带我走进一个不同的世界，体验一种不同的生活方式，去理解那些在看似平静的生活表面下涌动的复杂情感。我喜欢那些能够引发思考的书，能够让我从不同的角度去审视自己、审视周遭的世界。这本书的封面设计，也给我留下了深刻的印象，它传递出一种复古而又内敛的美感，仿佛在诉说着一段不为人知的故事。当我拿到这本书时，那种纸张的触感，油墨的清香，都让我感受到一种与数字时代截然不同的阅读体验。我总觉得，一本好书，不仅仅是内容，更是它所承载的物质形态，它能成为我书架上的一道风景，也是我书桌上的一份宁静。

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价格不错 送货速度快 没有看到实物 不知道质量怎么样.

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印刷清晰，很好。

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My watch says two o clock.is two minutes fast

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性价比高，质量很不错

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很好的书 就是页面灰

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看起来还不错

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返券，便宜，很好的书

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英语专业学生的必读书。

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大小挺不错的，很适合携带。纸质也还好。