当呼吸化为空气 美版 [正版]当呼吸化为空气 英文原版小说 When Breath Becomes Air 比尔盖茨 一

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书名：When Breath Becomes Air当呼吸化为空气

作者：Paul Kalanithi
出版社名称：Random House
出版时间：2019
语种：英文
ISBN：9781984801821
商品尺寸：10.6 x 1.6 x 17.5 cm
包装：简装
页数：256（以实物为准）

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★《zui好的告别》、《此生未完成》、《向死而生:我修的死亡学分》读者不容错过的经典之作。

“如果生命只剩下zui后的火焰，我也会用来照亮眼前的路。”

When Breath Becomes Air《当呼吸化为空气》是天才医生保罗·卡拉尼什患上肺癌后，对余生的思考和记录；也是让比尔·盖茨感动落泪的“生命之书”，更鼓舞了全球无数读者。这本书令人敬畏且震撼人心，每个活着的人都应该读一读！

媒体评论：
“我通常不太喜欢那些与逝者或垂死之人有关的催泪故事，这本书却赢得了我的钦佩，甚至是眼泪。我敬重所有医生，而让我印象深刻、感到震惊的，是那些不仅拥有高超的医术，同时还拥有写作天赋的医生。我想我会再次阅读这本《当呼吸化为空气》，这本书里蕴含着非常丰富的、多重的意义和关系，涉及生与死，病人与医生，孩子与父亲，工作与家庭，信仰与理智。当我读第二遍时，我想我会收获更多感悟。”——比尔·盖茨

“揣摩电影《奇异博士》中的角色时，我读了两本让我沉醉其中、感动不已、深受启发的书，其中之一就是《当呼吸化为空气》。不管你是否对医学感兴趣，我都强烈推荐你阅读这本书。”
——本尼迪克特·康伯巴奇（英国演员“卷福”）

“这本书令人心碎，亦致极美好。英年早逝的卡拉尼什的这部回忆录告诉我们，关于如何“生存”，“死亡”是zui好的老师。”——阿图·葛文德（《zui好的告别》作者）

“这本书震撼且凄美，立志成为医生者要读一读，书里有关于生命意义的深沉思索。”
——《星期日泰晤士报》

“从这本书里那些震撼人心的内容，可以清楚地看出作者才华横溢、博学多闻。书里记录了他的生活：激情工作，努力奋斗，毫不满足；等待生，学会死。这些文字里没有多愁善感，也没有任何夸张。”——《纽约时报》

“一位天才作家对人性的感人思考，他条理清晰地呈现了医生和病人的双重视角……写作和手术不同，鲜有人能如保罗这样同时精通二者。”——《科克斯评论》

“一本感人、悲痛的传记……如何更好地度过生命，死亡逼近时如何选择，作者对此都有发自内心、令人信服的思考，这本书将促使读者深思自己生命里的价值和道德感。”
——《书单》

At the age of thirty-six, on the verge of completing a decade’s worth of training as a neurosurgeon, Paul Kalanithi was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer. One day he was a doctor treating the dying, and the next he was a patient struggling to live. And just like that, the future he and his wife had imagined evaporated. When Breath Becomes Air chronicles Kalanithi’s transformation from a naïve medical student “possessed,” as he wrote, “by the question of what, given that all organisms die, makes a virtuous and meaningful life” into a neurosurgeon at Stanford working in the brain, the most critical place for human identity, and finally into a patient and new father confronting his own mortality.

What makes life worth living in the face of death? What do you do when the future, no longer a ladder toward your goals in life, flattens out into a perpetual present? What does it mean to have a child, to nurture a new life as another fades away? These are some of the questions Kalanithi wrestles with in this profoundly moving, exquisitely observed memoir.

《当呼吸化为空气》是“美国神经外科医生协会zui高奖”获得者、斯坦福大学天才医生与癌症抗争的生命感悟。作者保罗·卡拉尼什（Paul Kalanithi）获得美国斯坦福大学英语文学及人体生物学双料学位，并于英国剑桥大学获得科学史与哲学研究硕士学位，以优异成绩获得美国耶鲁大学医学博士学位，即将获得斯坦福医学院外科教授职位并主持自己的研究室。

2013年，即将抵达人生巅峰的保罗，忽然被诊断出患有第四期肺癌。自此，他开始以医生和患者的双重身份，记录自己的余生，反思医疗与人性。他的文章刊登在《纽约时报》、《华盛顿邮报》等媒体，获得了全球读者的关注。本书文笔优美，诚挚感人，书里有着对人性、生死、医疗的深沉思索，让无数读者为之动容。

PAUL KALANITHIwas a neurosurgeon and writer. He held degrees in English literature, human biology, and history and philoso­phy of science and medicine from Stanford and Cambridge universities before graduating from Yale School of Medicine. He also received the American Academy of Neu­rological Surgery’s highest award for research. His reflections on doctoring and illness have been published in the New York Times, the Washington Post and the Paris Review Daily. Kalanithi died in March 2015, aged 37. He is survived by his wife, Lucy, and their daughter, Elizabeth Acadia.

I FLIPPED THROUGH THE CT scan images, the diagnosis obvious: the lungs were matted with innumerable tumors, the spine deformed, a full lobe of the liver obliterated. Cancer, widelydisseminated. I was a neurosurgical resident entering my final year of training. Over the last six years, I’d examined scores of such scans, on the off chance that some procedure might benefit the patient. But this scan wasdifferent: it was my own.

I wasn’t in the radiology suite,wearing my scrubs and white coat. I was dressed in a patient’s gown, tethered to an IV pole, using the computer the nurse had left in my hospital room, with my wife, Lucy, an internist, at my side. Iwent through each sequence again: the lung window;the bone window, the liverwindow, strolling from top to bottom, then left to right, then front toback, just as I had been trained to do, as if I might find something that would change the diagnosis.
Welay together on the hospital bed.
Lucy, quietly, as if reading from a script: “Do you think there’s any possibility that it’s something else?”
“No,” I said.
We held each other tightly, like young lovers. In the past year we’d both suspected, but refused to believe, or even discuss, that a cancer was growing inside me.
About six months before, I had started losing eight and having ferociousback pain.When I dressed in the morning, mybelt cinched one, then two notches tighter. I went to see my primary care doctor, an old classmate from Stanford.Her sister haddied suddenly as a neurosurgery intern, after contracting a virulent infection, and so she’d taken a maternal watch on my health.When I arrived, however, I found a different doctor in her office—my classmate was on maternity leave.