[醉染正版]The Long Good-Bye 英文原版侦探小说 漫长的告别 爱伦坡奖 村上春树力荐 雷蒙德钱德勒 英文

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书名：The Long Good-Bye漫长的告别

作者：Raymond Chandler
出版社名称：Penguin
出版时间：2010
语种：英文
ISBN：9780241954362
商品尺寸：19.6 x 12.7 x 3 cm
包装：平装
页数：464

★村上春树读了12遍！每每陷入困境，村上春树便打开《漫长的告别》。
★“钱德勒式”文风影响后世无数作家，加缪、毛姆、艾略特、奥尼尔、奥登、钱钟书等大师也奉钱德勒为文学偶像！
★20世纪美国文学黄金时代四大杰作之一，是与《了不起的盖茨比》、《太阳照常升起》、《在路上》齐名的经典。
★获得爱伦·坡小说奖，入选1995年美国推理协会评选的“史上百部推理小说”。

The Long Good-Bye《漫长的告别》是侦探小说大师钱德勒的代表作，它是真正意义上的灵魂交流的故事，是人与人之间自发地相互理解的故事，是人类抱有的美好幻想和它不可避免地引发深深幻灭的故事。

在人类文学史上，钱德勒用教科书级别的洗练文笔，塑造了“硬汉侦探”马洛的经典形象，
此后所有硬汉身上都有马洛的影子！

媒体评论：
“雷蒙德·钱德勒是一位大师。”——《纽约时报》

“这样的文字出自一个感受过痛苦的滋味与生命之意义的人。”——《纽约客》

“雷蒙德·钱德勒是20世纪伟大的散文体作家之一，时光也无法消磨他文体的魅力……他的文笔就像天使。”——《文学评论》

'A city no worse than others, a city rich and vigorous and full of pride, a city lost and beaten and full of emptiness. It all depends on where you sit and what your own private score is. I didn't have one. I didn't care'
Down-and-out drunk Terry Lennox has a problem: his millionaire wife is dead and he needs to get out of LA fast. So he turns to his only friend in the world: private investigator Philip Marlowe. He is willing to help a man down on his luck, but later Lennox commits suicide in Mexico and things start to turn nasty. Marlowe is drawn into a sordid crowd of adulterers and alcoholics in LA's Idle Valley, where the rich are suffering one big suntanned hangover. Marlowe is sure Lennox didn't kill his wife, but how many more stiffs will turn up before he gets to the truth?

Review
'Chandler gave birth to a different kind of detective'--The Times

'Chandler grips the mind from the first sentence'--Daily Telegraph

'One of the greatest crime writers, who set standards others still try to attain'--Sunday Times

'Chandler is an original stylist, creator of a character as immortal as Sherlock Holmes'--Anthony Burgess

Best-known as the creator of the original private eye, Philip Marlowe,Raymond Chandler was born in Chicago in 1888 and died in 1959. Many of his books have been adapted for the screen, and he is widely regarded as one of the very greatest writers of detective fiction.

There was a girl beside him. Her hair was a lovely shade of dark red and she had a distant smile on her lips and over her shoulders she had a blue mink that almost made the Rolls-Royce look like just another automobile. It didn’t quite. Nothing can.
The attendant was the usual half-tough character in a white coat with the name of the restaurant stitched across the front of it in red. He was getting fed up.
‘Look, mister,’ he said with an edge to his voice, ‘would you mind a whole lot pulling your leg into the car so I can kind of shut the door’ Or should I open it all the way so you can fall out?’
The girl gave him a look which ought to have stuck at least four inches out of his back. It didn’t bother him enough to give him the shakes. At The Dancers they get the sort of people that disillusion you about what a lot of golfing money can do for the personality.
A low-swung foreign speedster with no top drifted into the parking lot and a man got out of it and used the dash lighter on a long cigarette. He was wearing a pullover check shirt, yellow slacks, and riding boots. He strolled off trailingclouds of incense, not even bothering to look towards the Rolls-Royce. He probably thought it was corny. At the foot of the steps up to the terrace he paused to stick a monocle in his eye.
The girl said with a nice burst of charm: ‘I have a wonderful idea, darling. Why don’t we just take the cab to your place and get your convertible out? It’s such a wonderful night for a run up the coast to Montecito. I know some people there who are throwing a dance around the pool.
The white-haired lad said politely: ‘Awfully sorry, but I don’t have it any more. I was compelled to sell it.’ From his voice and articulation you wouldn’t have known he had had anything stronger than orange juice to drink.
Sold it, darling? How do you mean? She slid away from him along the seat but her voice slid away a lot farther than that.
‘I mean I had to,’ he said. ‘For eating money.’
‘Oh, I see.’ A slice of spumoni wouldn’t have melted on her now.
The attendant had the white-haired boy right where he could reach him — in a low income bracket. ‘Look, buster,’ he said, ‘I’ve got to put a car away. See you some more some other time — maybe.’