加西亚•马尔克斯(Gabriel García Márquez)1927年出生于哥伦比亚马格达莱纳海滨小镇阿拉卡塔卡。童年与外祖父母一起生活。1936年随父母迁居苏克雷。1947年考入波哥大国立大学。1948年因内战辍学,进入报界。五十年代开始发表文学作品。六十年代初移居墨西哥。1967年出版《百年孤独》。1982年获诺贝尔文学奖。
Penguin Modern Classics (共264册),
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《One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich (Penguin Modern Classics)》,《The Adventures of Augie March》,《Of Love and Hunger》,《Orwell in Spain (Penguin Modern Classics)》,《Cities of the Red Night》 等。
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the moment i closed the book i found everything occurred to me all at once: Úrsula’s feminism and metamorphosed death; Melquíades long forgotten in his dusted room; Amaranta’s black bondage of atoneme...the moment i closed the book i found everything occurred to me all at once: Úrsula’s feminism and metamorphosed death; Melquíades long forgotten in his dusted room; Amaranta’s black bondage of atonement; The Remedios’ fatal beauty; Fernanda’s moments of awakening and her long monologues; Meme’s self-consciousness and her choice of insensitivity…(展开)
Then he gave himself over to that hand, and in a terrible state of exhaustion he let himself be led to a shape- less place where his clothes were taken off and he was heaved about like a sack of Potatoes and thrown from one side to the other in a bottomless darkness in which his arms were useless, where it no longer smelled of woman but of ammonia, and where he tried to remember her face and fo...
2021-12-02 08:32:39
Then he gave himself over to that hand, and in a terrible state of exhaustion he let himself be led to a shape- less place where his clothes were taken off and he was heaved about like a sack of Potatoes and thrown from one side to the other in a bottomless darkness in which his arms were useless, where it no longer smelled of woman but of ammonia, and where he tried to remember her face and found before him the face of Ursula, confusedly aware that he was doing some thing that for a very long time he had wanted to do but that he had imagined could really never be done, not knowing what he was doing because he did not know where his feet were or where his head was, or whose feet or whose head. and feeling that he could no longer resist the glacial rumbling of his kidneys and the air of his intestines, and fear, and the bewildered anxiety to flee and at the same time stay forever in that exasperated silence and that fearful solitude.引自第28页
"whereever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no returm, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end." ---the wise Catalonian
2018-03-10 18:56:24
"whereever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no returm, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end." ---the wise Catalonian
Poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled formication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to...
2018-03-06 19:37:29
Poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled formication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.
Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like littlest children and playing together like dogs.
That was the way he always was, alien to the existence of his sons, partly because he considered childhood as a period of mental insufficiency...
2014-12-17 19:12:39
That was the way he always was, alien to the existence of his sons, partly because he considered childhood as a period of mental insufficiency...引自第15页
"It's the largest diamond in the world" "No," the gypsy countered. "It's ice." ...He paid another five reals and with his hand on the cake, as if giving testimonies on the holy scriptures, he exclaimed: "This is the great invention of our time." 看到这里有种 震惊的感觉= =
2014-12-17 19:15:04
"It's the largest diamond in the world"
"No," the gypsy countered. "It's ice."
...He paid another five reals and with his hand on the cake, as if giving testimonies on the holy scriptures, he exclaimed: "This is the great invention of our time."引自第18页
Then he gave himself over to that hand, and in a terrible state of exhaustion he let himself be led to a shape- less place where his clothes were taken off and he was heaved about like a sack of Potatoes and thrown from one side to the other in a bottomless darkness in which his arms were useless, where it no longer smelled of woman but of ammonia, and where he tried to remember her face and fo...
2021-12-02 08:32:39
Then he gave himself over to that hand, and in a terrible state of exhaustion he let himself be led to a shape- less place where his clothes were taken off and he was heaved about like a sack of Potatoes and thrown from one side to the other in a bottomless darkness in which his arms were useless, where it no longer smelled of woman but of ammonia, and where he tried to remember her face and found before him the face of Ursula, confusedly aware that he was doing some thing that for a very long time he had wanted to do but that he had imagined could really never be done, not knowing what he was doing because he did not know where his feet were or where his head was, or whose feet or whose head. and feeling that he could no longer resist the glacial rumbling of his kidneys and the air of his intestines, and fear, and the bewildered anxiety to flee and at the same time stay forever in that exasperated silence and that fearful solitude.引自第28页
"whereever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no returm, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end." ---the wise Catalonian
2018-03-10 18:56:24
"whereever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no returm, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end." ---the wise Catalonian
Poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled formication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to...
2018-03-06 19:37:29
Poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled formication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.
Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like littlest children and playing together like dogs.
0 有用 痴人 2016-02-29 17:32:45
i found a lot of resemblance in each single form of solitude
0 有用 Lucia 2012-07-28 14:09:57
和西语一起看,好理解多了
6 有用 鱼伊尹 2011-08-25 17:59:29
dear god这就是吹捧的力量!本世纪最被overated的书啊!坑死爹了!
0 有用 momo 2012-10-26 08:12:22
我读过的最震撼的一本书——今年六月二十二日读完。读到最后,舍不得结束。结尾的时候眼泪掉下来了。
0 有用 Screamy赵爷 2012-01-21 18:34:30
和The Unbearable Lightness of Being是殊途同归
0 有用 回輈 2022-07-22 13:18:04
the moment i closed the book i found everything occurred to me all at once: Úrsula’s feminism and metamorphosed death; Melquíades long forgotten in his dusted room; Amaranta’s black bondage of atoneme... the moment i closed the book i found everything occurred to me all at once: Úrsula’s feminism and metamorphosed death; Melquíades long forgotten in his dusted room; Amaranta’s black bondage of atonement; The Remedios’ fatal beauty; Fernanda’s moments of awakening and her long monologues; Meme’s self-consciousness and her choice of insensitivity… (展开)
0 有用 夏小青鱼-Cynthi 2022-05-30 10:57:04
神作就是神作 一看就停不下来(唯一阻挡我继续看的不是困意而是眼睛累了)“过去都是假的,回忆没有归路”,人终其一生唯一真正拥有过的就是自己和自我的孤独吧…
0 有用 咕噜 2022-04-06 20:29:46
发现个小彩蛋,Aureliano babilonia的四个朋友中有个Gabriel,然后他的女朋友也叫梅赛德斯。
0 有用 粀嘶嘶 2022-04-06 20:27:12
try one try,try了十一章
0 有用 pepson 2022-04-06 01:02:40
Buendia家族的人,心门紧闭,要么不懂如何去爱,要么爱得惊世骇俗。