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Jeannette Walls（珍妮特·沃爾斯） 著

圖書標籤:

• 迴憶錄
• 成長
• 傢庭
• 貧睏
• 勵誌
• 美國文學
• 自傳
• 童年
• 逆境
• 堅韌

齣版社： Simon & Schuster US

ISBN：9781416544661

商品編碼：19029106

包裝：平裝

齣版時間：2006-01-02

用紙：膠版紙

頁數：368

正文語種：英文

商品尺寸：18.03x10.67x3.05cm;0.18kg

內容簡介

The Glass Castle is a remarkable memoir of resilience and redemption, and a revelatory look into a family at once deeply dysfunctional and uniquely vibrant. When sober, Jeannette's brilliant and charismatic father captured his children's imagination, teaching them physics, geology, and how to embrace life fearlessly. But when he drank, he was dishonest and destructive. Her mother was a free spirit who abhorred the idea of domesticity and didn't want the responsibility of raising a family.

The Walls children learned to take care of themselves. They fed, clothed, and protected one another, and eventually found their way to New York. Their parents followed them, choosing to be homeless even as their children prospered.

The Glass Castle is truely astonishing - a memoir permeated by the intense love of a peculiar but loyal family. Jeannette Walls has a story to tell, and tells it brilliantly, without an ounce of self-pity.

　　《玻璃城堡》是一部比虛構小說更離奇麯摺的真實迴憶錄。這是一個真實的故事，卻常常離奇得超乎想象，輕鬆幽默的語言背後有著許多深沉感人的亮點。一個擁有價值百萬美金的土地卻堅持流浪街頭的畫傢母親，一個魅力超凡纔華橫溢卻酗酒嗜賭的天纔父親，四個聰明堅強的孩子，構成瞭沃爾斯一傢。
　　父母的空想主義和特立獨行的生活態度既給全傢帶來瞭災禍，也帶來瞭救贖。他們在美國西南部的礦鎮度過瞭純真快樂、充滿冒險而又滿懷希望的流浪生活，孩子們學會瞭如何勇敢地擁抱生活。
　　但是當經濟越發拮據、流浪的熱情逐漸減退時，孩子們隻能互相照顧，並忍受著父母對他們不經意的傷害。他們努力地存錢，相繼離傢去瞭紐約，開始瞭各自想要的生活。

作者簡介

Jeannette Walls was born in Phoenix, Arizona, and grew up in the southwest and Welch, West Virginia. She graduated from Barnard College and was a journalist in New York City for twenty years. Her memoir, The Glass Castle, a triumphant account of overcoming a difficult childhood with her dysfunctional but vibrant family, has been a New York Times bestseller for over three years. A publishing sensation around the world, The Glass Castle has sold more than 2.5 million copies in the U.S. and has been translated into twenty-two languages. Walls is the recipient of numerous honors, including the Christopher Award for helping to "affirm the highest values of the human spirit,” as well as the American Library Association’s Alex Award, and the Books for Better Living Award. The Glass Castle was chosen as Elle magazine's book of the year. Walls lives in rural Virginia with her husband, the writer John Taylor.

　　珍妮特·沃爾斯（Jeannette Walls），美國著名記者。撰有《閑聊：流言世界的內幕》、《閑聊：流言如何變成新聞，新聞怎樣成為另一場秀》等書。2005年齣版迴憶錄《玻璃城堡》，首次公開自己鮮為人知、與眾不同的傢庭背景和成長經曆，憑藉此書蜚聲文壇。
　　現與丈夫約翰·泰勒（John Taylor）長住紐約城和長島。

精彩書評

"Jeannette Walls has carved a story with precision and grace out of one of the most chaotic, heartbreaking childhoods ever to be set down on the page. This deeply affecting memoir is a triumph in every possible way, and it does what all good books should: it affirms our faith in the human spirit."
-- Dani Shapiro, author of Family History

"The Glass Castle is the saga of the restless, indomitable Walls family, led by a grand eccentric and his tempestuous artist wife. Jeannette Walls has survived poverty, fires, and near starvation to triumph. She has written this amazing tale with honesty and love."
-- Patricia Bosworth, author of Anything Your Little Heart Desires and Diane Arbus: A Biography

"Just read the first pages of The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls, and I defy you not to go on. It's funny and sad and quirky and loving. I was incredibly touched by it."
-- Dominick Dunne, author of The Way We Lived Then: Recollections of a Well-Known Name Dropper

精彩書摘

Chapter 1: A Woman on the Street
I was sitting in a taxi, wondering if I had overdressed for the evening, when I looked out the window and saw Mom rooting through a Dumpster. It was just after dark. A blustery March wind whipped the steam coming out of the manholes, and people hurried along the sidewalks with their collars turned up. I was stuck in traffic two blocks from the party where I was heading.
Mom stood fifteen feet away. She had tied rags around her shoulders to keep out the spring chill and was picking through the trash while her dog, a black-and-white terrier mix, played at her feet. Mom's gestures were all familiar -- the way she tilted her head and thrust out her lower lip when studying items of potential value that she'd hoisted out of the Dumpster, the way her eyes widened with childish glee when she found something she liked. Her long hair was streaked with gray, tangled and matted, and her eyes had sunk deep into their sockets, but still she reminded me of the mom she'd been when I was a kid, swan-diving off cliffs and painting in the desert and reading Shakespeare aloud. Her cheekbones were still high and strong, but the skin was parched and ruddy from all those winters and summers exposed to the elements. To the people walking by, she probably looked like any of the thousands of homeless people in New York City.
It had been months since I laid eyes on Mom, and when she looked up, I was overcome with panic that she'd see me and call out my name, and that someone on the way to the same party would spot us together and Mom would introduce herself and my secret would be out.
I slid down in the seat and asked the driver to turn around and take me home to Park Avenue.
The taxi pulled up in front of my building, the doorman held the door for me, and the elevator man took me up to my floor. My husband was working late, as he did most nights, and the apartment was silent except for the click of my heels on the polished wood floor. I was still rattled from seeing Mom, the unexpectedness of coming across her, the sight of her rooting happily through the Dumpster. I put some Vivaldi on, hoping the music would settle me down.
I looked around the room. There were the turn-of-the-century bronze-and-silver vases and the old books with worn leather spines that I'd collected at flea markets. There were the Georgian maps I'd had framed, the Persian rugs, and the overstuffed leather armchair I liked to sink into at the end of the day. I'd tried to make a home for myself here, tried to turn the apartment into the sort of place where the person I wanted to be would live. But I could never enjoy the room without worrying about Mom and Dad huddled on a sidewalk grate somewhere. I fretted about them, but I was embarrassed by them, too, and ashamed of myself for wearing pearls and living on Park Avenue while my parents were busy keeping warm and finding something to eat.
What could I do? I'd tried to help them countless times, but Dad would insist they didn't need anything, and Mom would ask for something silly, like a perfume atomizer or a membership in a health club. They said that they were living the way they wanted to.
After ducking down in the taxi so Mom wouldn't see me, I hated myself -- hated my antiques, my clothes, and my apartment. I had to do something, so I called a friend of Mom's and left a message. It was our system of staying in touch. It always took Mom a few days to get back to me, but when I heard from her, she sounded, as always, cheerful and casual, as though we'd had lunch the day before. I told her I wanted to see her and suggested she drop by the apartment, but she wanted to go to a restaurant. She loved eating out, so we agreed to meet for lunch at her favorite Chinese restaurant.
Mom was sitting at a booth, studying the menu, when I arrived. She'd made an effort to fix herself up. She wore a bulky gray sweater with only a few light stains, and black leather men's shoes. She'd washed her face, but her neck and temples were still dark with grime.
She waved enthusiastically when she saw me. "It's my baby girl!" she called out. I kissed her cheek. Mom had dumped all the plastic packets of soy sauce and duck sauce and hot-and-spicy mustard from the table into her purse. Now she emptied a wooden bowl of dried noodles into it as well. "A little snack for later on," she explained.
We ordered. Mom chose the Seafood Delight. "You know how I love my seafood," she said.
She started talking about Picasso. She'd seen a retrospective of his work and decided he was hugely overrated. All the cubist stuff was gimmicky, as far as she was concerned. He hadn't really done anything worthwhile after his Rose Period.
"I'm worried about you," I said. "Tell me what I can do to help."
Her smile faded. "What makes you think I need your help?"
"I'm not rich," I said. "But I have some money. Tell me what it is you need."
She thought for a moment. "I could use an electrolysis treatment."
"Be serious."
"I am serious. If a woman looks good, she feels good."
"Come on, Mom." I felt my shoulders tightening up, the way they invariably did during these conversations. "I'm talking about something that could help you change your life, make it better."
"You want to help me change my life?" Mom asked. "I'm fine. You're the one who needs help. Your values are all confused."
"Mom, I saw you picking through trash in the East Village a few days ago."
"Well, people in this country are too wasteful. It's my way of recycling." She took a bite of her Seafood Delight. "Why didn't you say hello?"
"I was too ashamed, Mom. I hid."
Mom pointed her chopsticks at me. "You see?" she said. "Right there. That's exactly what I'm saying. You're way too easily embarrassed. Your father and I are who we are. Accept it."
"And what am I supposed to tell people about my parents?"
"Just tell the truth," Mom said. "That's simple enough."

前言/序言

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評分☆☆☆☆☆

我嚮來對迴憶錄類的書籍抱有極高的興趣，尤其是那些講述非凡人生經曆的作品。而《The Glass Castle》無疑是我近期讀到的最令人難忘的一本。它打破瞭我對“正常”傢庭的固有認知，嚮我展示瞭一個完全不同的成長範式。 Jeannette Walls 的父母，是一對極具魅力的“麻煩製造者”。他們追求自由，衊視世俗的規則，帶著孩子們在世界各地漂泊。然而，這種自由的代價是巨大的。孩子們常常需要麵對飢餓、寒冷，甚至是危險。我尤其記得書中關於他們在沙漠中露營，為瞭尋找食物而不得不冒險的片段，讀來讓人心驚膽戰。但同時，我也看到瞭他們父母身上那種不被世俗所纍的“精神”。他們鼓勵孩子獨立思考，對世界充滿好奇，並盡力為他們創造一些“奇跡”，盡管這些“奇跡”常常是建立在不切實際的幻想之上。這種教育方式，無疑是極具爭議性的，但它也塑造瞭 Jeannette 獨特的個性和堅韌的品格。這本書讓我思考，究竟什麼是真正的“傢庭”？是穩定的居所，豐厚的物質，還是那些在動蕩中依然存在的，看似混亂卻又無比深刻的連接？它教會瞭我，即使生活給瞭你一副爛牌，你也可以用自己的方式，去打齣精彩的對局。

評分☆☆☆☆☆

這是一本讓我愛不釋手，也讓我久久不能平靜的書。我一直以為童年應該是充滿陽光、歡聲笑語的，是父母無微不至的關懷和嗬護下的成長。然而， Jeannette Walls 的《The Glass Castle》徹底顛覆瞭我的認知。她以一種近乎殘酷的坦誠，描繪瞭她那非同尋常、充滿顛沛流離的童年。書中，她的父母，一對纔華橫溢卻又極度不穩定、不負責任的藝術傢，帶著孩子們在貧窮和不穩定中掙紮。他們時而在荒涼的沙漠中露營，時而在破舊不堪的礦區小鎮勉強度日。閱讀的過程中，我無數次地感到心疼，心疼那些年幼的孩子們，他們被迫過早地承擔起生活的重擔，甚至要忍受飢餓和危險。然而，與心疼並存的，還有一種難以置信的震撼。即便生活如此艱難， Jeannette 的父母卻從未停止過嚮孩子們灌輸“夢想”和“自由”的概念。他們會在星空下給孩子們講宇宙的奧秘，會鼓勵他們思考，去探索未知的世界。這種矛盾，這種混亂，卻又包含著一種奇特的、扭麯的愛，讓我深深地著迷。我無法用簡單的“好”或“壞”來評價這本書，它更像是一麵棱鏡，摺射齣人性的復雜，生活的艱辛，以及在絕境中依然閃爍的人類精神的光芒。

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這本書是我最近一段時間以來，讀到的最能觸動我內心深處的一部作品。它以一種極其真實、毫不掩飾的方式，講述瞭一個關於破碎的傢庭，以及一個女孩如何在逆境中成長的故事。Jeannette Walls 的童年，注定與眾不同。她的父母，是一對“流浪者”，他們對自由的執著，讓他們無法安頓下來，也無法給孩子們提供穩定的傢。我讀到那些孩子們因為缺乏食物而挨餓，因為沒有溫暖的住所而瑟瑟發抖的片段，內心充滿瞭同情。同時，我也被他們父母那種特立獨行的生活方式所震撼。他們仿佛活在自己的世界裏，對世俗的壓力毫不在意，卻又會將那些關於宇宙、關於科學的知識，用一種奇特的方式傳達給孩子們。這種教育，充滿瞭矛盾，也充滿瞭風險，但它卻在孩子們的心中播下瞭好奇的種子。這本書讓我思考，我們所認為的“正常”和“幸福”究竟是什麼？是否隻有在物質的富足和穩定的環境中，纔能獲得真正的成長？Jeannette 的經曆告訴我，即使生活給瞭你一副令人絕望的牌，你也可以憑藉內心的力量，去創造屬於自己的光明。它不是一個關於抱怨的故事，而是一個關於堅韌、關於希望，以及關於如何帶著傷痕，依然勇敢前行的故事。

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閱讀《The Glass Castle》的過程，就像是坐上一輛過山車，情緒跌宕起伏，時而緊張，時而心酸，時而又忍不住思考。 Jeannette Walls 用她那毫不避諱的筆觸，勾勒齣她充滿挑戰的童年。她的父母，是一對充滿矛盾的個體，他們纔華橫溢，卻又被酒精和混亂所睏擾，無法為孩子們提供一個穩定和安全的環境。我讀到那些孩子們在飢寒交迫中掙紮的場景，讀到他們不得不獨自麵對睏難的時刻，內心充滿瞭憐憫。特彆是當作者描述她如何學習獨立，如何在學校受到排擠，如何努力想要融入“正常”社會的時候，那種心酸和倔強，讓我感同身受。然而，這本書並沒有止步於對苦難的描繪。它更像是在展現，即使在最艱難的環境下，人性的光輝依然能夠閃耀。她的父母，盡管有諸多缺點，但他們對孩子們的“思想”教育卻從未停止。他們鼓勵孩子們去夢想，去探索，去成為他們自己。這種“自由”的理念，雖然方式極端，卻也在孩子們心中埋下瞭獨立的種子。這本書讓我認識到，成長本身就是一場鬥爭，而愛，有時候並非如我們想象的那般溫順和簡單，它也可以是粗糙的，是充滿遺憾的，卻又是如此的真實和深刻。

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這本書就像一位老友，在深夜裏，圍爐而坐，娓娓道來一個關於生存、關於傢庭、關於愛與被愛的故事。它不是那種讓你讀完後立刻感到溫暖和治愈的童話，反而充滿瞭現實的骨感和一絲絲的辛酸。作者 Jeannette Walls 的敘事風格非常獨特，她沒有刻意去美化或醜化她的父母，而是以一種近乎客觀的視角，將那些充滿戲劇性的過往呈現在讀者麵前。我被書中那些生動的場景深深吸引：夜晚在塵土飛揚的房子裏，與老鼠為伴，等待父母醉醺醺地迴來；為瞭填飽肚子，不得不去垃圾箱裏翻找食物；在學校裏，因為貧窮和穿著，遭受同學的嘲笑和欺淩。這些細節，如此真實，如此令人心碎，讓我仿佛置身於她的成長環境之中，感受著她曾經的無助和渴望。然而，正是這種真實，讓這個故事充滿瞭力量。它讓我反思，在最艱難的環境下，我們是否還能保持內心的純粹和對未來的希望？這本書讓我看到瞭，即使原生傢庭帶來瞭傷痕，也無法完全阻擋一個人追求更好生活的腳步。它不是關於逃離，而是關於如何帶著傷痛，勇敢地嚮前走，去尋找屬於自己的那片天空。

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真正的口袋書，紙質也是再生紙

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好

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孩子用的書，比想象中要小，很輕

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好的，good！好的！好的！呀！

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很滿意，會繼續購買印刷精緻得很工作之餘,人們或楚河漢界運籌帷幄,或輕歌曼舞享受生活,而我則喜歡翻翻書、讀讀報,一個人沉浸在筆墨飄香的世界裏,跟智者神遊,與慧者交流,不知有漢,無論魏晉,醉在其中。我是一介窮書生,盡管在學校工作瞭二十五年,但是工資卻不好意思示人。當我教訓調皮搗蛋的女兒外孫子們時,時常被他們反問:你老深更半夜瞭,還在寫作看書,可工資卻不到兩韆!常常被他們噎得無話可說。當教師的我這一生注定與清貧相伴,惟一好處是有雙休息日,在屬於我的假期裏悠哉遊哉於書香之中,這也許是許多書外之人難以領略的愜意。好瞭，廢話不多說。還可以，和印象裏的有一點點區彆，可能是我記錯瞭書比我想的要厚很多，就是字有點小，不過挺實惠的，很滿意！書非常好，正版的，非常值，快遞也給力，必須給好評，就是感覺包裝有點簡陋啊哈哈不過書很好，看瞭下內容也都很不錯，快遞也很給力，東西很好物流速度也很快，和照片描述的也一樣，給個滿分吧下次還會來買！好瞭，我現在來說說這本書的觀感吧，網絡文學融入主流文學之難，在於文學批評傢的缺席，在於衡量標準的混亂，很長一段時間，文學批評傢對網絡文學集體失語，直到最近一兩年來，諸多活躍於文學批評領域的評論傢，纔開始著手建立網絡文學的評價體係，很難得的是，他們迅速掌握瞭網絡文學的魅力內核，並對網絡文學給予瞭高度評價、寄予瞭很深的厚望。隨著網絡文學理論體係的建立，以及網絡文學在創作水準上的不斷提高，網絡文學成為主流文學中的主流已是清晰可見的事情，下一屆的五個一工程奬，我們期待看到更多讀瞭這本書之後，我發現作者在做班主任工作的時候也有很多的無奈，她曾經這樣說過‘隻有不會教的老師，沒有教不好的學生’——在我看來，這句話和‘人有多大膽，地有在書店看上瞭這本書一直想買可惜太貴又不打摺，迴傢決定上京東看看，果然有摺扣。毫不猶豫的買下瞭，京東速度果然非常快的，從配貨到送貨也很具體，快遞非常好，很快收到書瞭。書的包裝非常好，沒有拆開過，非常新，可以說無論自己閱讀傢人閱讀，收藏還是送人都特彆有麵子的說，特彆精美各種十分美好雖然看著書本看著相對簡單，但也不遑多讓，塑封都很完整封麵和封底的設計、繪圖都十分好畫讓我覺得十分細膩具有收藏價值。書的封套非常精緻推薦大傢購買。

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給孩子買的，據說還行

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然而，在幾近魔幻現實的六十年代，在激流暗自洶湧的八十年代，冥冥中自有股力量操縱著街上的居民，令他們走嚮命運之不可知。於是少年恣肆成長，成人東奔西突——

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心嚮往之已久，當然是非常可愛的內容

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書封麵右下角已經磨損，裏麵紙張質量也很差。關鍵是我送人用。