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书名：Sweetbitter你要像喜欢甜一样喜欢苦
作者：Stephanie Danler
出版社名称：Vintage
出版时间：2017
语种：英文
ISBN：9781101911860
商品尺寸：13.2 x 2 x 20.3 cm
包装：平装
页数：368（以实物为准）
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Sweetbitter《你要像喜欢甜一样喜欢苦》的出版本身就是一个传奇——餐厅服务生丹勒写了本小说，她得知一位常客是出版人，就把作品拿给他看。出版人只读了10页，当即决定签下这部作品。此人其实是企鹅兰登出版集团的总编辑！当天，服务生丹勒收到一份50万美金的合同。

本书不到一个月，便被《时代周刊》评为年度文学小说桂冠，两个月内累计加印9次，年底又入选《纽约时报》、美国NPR、苹果iBooks、《华盛顿邮报》等媒体的年度图书榜单。丹勒一举成名，被誉为“罕见的写作天才”，写出了“定义这一代年轻人的成长经典”。
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媒体评论：
“完美捕捉到一个年轻女孩闯荡纽约第1年那种毫无经验，却有无限可能的状态，等待她的是一个由红酒、美食、爱情和心碎组成的崭新世界。”——《纽约邮报》

“美食唤醒了女主人公泰丝的感官世界。《你要像喜欢甜一样喜欢苦》真正的爱情故事其实在此——初尝自我觉醒滋味时的天旋地转感，亦苦亦咸亦甜。”——《娱乐周刊》

“一则爱的故事，赤裸、辛辣、狂野、零粉饰。”——《嘉人》

“一部实话实说、不矫揉造作的小说……写尽各种饥渴。《你要像喜欢甜一样喜欢苦》必让无数人饥渴异常。”——《纽约时报》

INSTANT NATIONAL BESTSELLER
Soon to be a series on Starz
Newly arrived in New York City, twenty-two-year-old Tess lands a job working front of house at a celebrated downtown restaurant. What follows is her education: in champagne and cocaine, love and lust, dive bars and fine dining rooms, as she learns to navigate the chaotic, enchanting, punishing life she has chosen. The story of a young woman’s coming-of-age, set against the glitzy, grimy backdrop of New York’s most elite restaurants, in Sweetbitter Stephanie Danler deftly conjures the nonstop and high-adrenaline world of the food industry and evokes the infinite possibilities, the unbearable beauty, and the fragility and brutality of being young and adrift.

Review
“Outstanding.” —Gabrielle Hamilton, The New York Times Book Review

“Vivid and exquisite.” —NPR
 
“[A] heady first taste of self-discovery, bitter and salty and sweet.” —Entertainment Weekly
 
“Meticulously rendered.” —Los Angeles Times
 
“Ravishing… It tantalizes, seduces, satisfies.” —O, The Oprah Magazine
 
“Smart, delicious… A sexy, sweaty book of sensory overload.” —The Washington Post
 
“[Sweetbitter] is going to make a lot of people hungry.” —The New York Times
22岁女孩泰丝，大学一毕业就跑到纽约，身无分文，住出租屋，对新生活充满期待。她在曼哈顿一家高档餐厅找到工作，开始学做一名合格的侍者。

“你为什么选择纽约？”
“我没有无穷尽的选择，世界上只有这一个地方，大到足以容纳如此之多肆无忌惮、漫无边际的欲望……我幻想过上一种二十四小时昼夜不息的生活。”

本书Sweetbitter《你要像喜欢甜一样喜欢苦》不是那种“小镇女孩闯荡大城市，努力奋斗，找到意中人”的沙滩读物。它讲的是，如何奋力建立一种生活，寻求与他人的联结，以艰难的方式成长。女孩泰丝一个人在纽约，缺少家庭的支持，孤独感弥漫在每一页。这是一部成长之书，充满真实角色，他们像我们一样，通常做出不怎么理想的决定，但也为未来而努力拼搏着。
斯蒂芬妮·丹勒，美国新锐作家，凭借处女作《你要像喜欢甜一样喜欢苦》一举成名，堪称文坛传奇。丹勒在纽约新学院攻读文学硕士时，曾在曼哈顿著名的“联合广场餐厅”（Union Square Cafe）做服务生，《你要像喜欢甜一样喜欢苦》就诞生于那段时期。

Stephanie Danleris a writer based in Los Angeles, California.
You will develop a palate.

A palate is a spot on your tongue where you remember. Where you assign words to the textures of taste. Eating becomes a discipline, language-­obsessed. You will never simply eat food again.

I don’t know what it is exactly, being a server. It’s a job, certainly, but not exclusively. There’s a transparency to it, an occupation stripped of the usual ambitions. One doesn’t move up or down. One waits. You are a waiter.

It is fast money—­loose, slippery bills that inflate and disappear over the course of an evening. It can be a means, to those with concrete ends and unwavering vision. I grasped most of that easily enough when I was hired at the restaurant at twenty-­two.

Some of it was a draw: the money, the sense of safety that came from having a place to wait. What I didn’t see was that the time had severe brackets around it. Within those brackets nothing else existed. Outside of them, all you could remember was the blur of a momentary madness. Ninety percent of us wouldn’t even put it on a résumé. We might mention it as a tossed-­off reference to our moral rigor, a badge of a certain kind of misery, like enduring earthquakes, or spending time in the army. It was so finite.

I came here in a car like everybody else. In a car filled with shit I thought meant something and shortly thereafter tossed on the street: DVDs, soon to be irrelevant, a box of digital and film cameras for a still-­latent photography talent, a copy of On the Road that I couldn’t finish, and a Swedish-­modern lamp from Walmart. It was a long, dark drive from a place so small you couldn’t find it on a generous map.

Does anyone come to New York clean? I’m afraid not. But crossing the Hudson I thought of crossing Lethe, milky river of forgetting. I forgot that I had a mother who drove away before I could open my eyes, and a father who moved invisibly through the rooms of our house. I forgot the parade of people in my life as thin as mesh screens, who couldn’t catch whatever it was I wanted to say to them, and I forgot how I drove down dirt roads between desiccated fields, under an oppressive guard of stars, and felt nothing.