As the citizens of an unnamed Caribbean nation creep through the dusty corridors of the presidential palace in search of their tyrannical leader, they cannot comprehend that the frail and withered man laying dead on the floor can be the self-styled General of the Universe. Their egocentric, maniacally violent leader, known for serving up traitors to dinner guests and drowning y...
As the citizens of an unnamed Caribbean nation creep through the dusty corridors of the presidential palace in search of their tyrannical leader, they cannot comprehend that the frail and withered man laying dead on the floor can be the self-styled General of the Universe. Their egocentric, maniacally violent leader, known for serving up traitors to dinner guests and drowning young children at sea, can surely not die the humiliating death of a mere mortal? Tracing the demands of a man whose egocentric excesses mask the loneliness of isolation and whose lies have become so ingrained that they are indistinguishable from truth, Marquez has created a fantastical portrait of despotism that rings with an air of reality.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez - Penguin Books(共14册),
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It seems you dawdle over a faked-history stroll. Not vital even if the flow of the cyclone make you dazzling and put you into the lyrical, prolonged and ceaseless prose. You are obliged to follow you... It seems you dawdle over a faked-history stroll. Not vital even if the flow of the cyclone make you dazzling and put you into the lyrical, prolonged and ceaseless prose. You are obliged to follow your consciousness, privileged to enjoy the distinguished sentences, and submerged into the long dream. You’d never wake up if you put forward a repulse.(展开)
0 有用 EHRUCCAded 2022-02-15 12:39:10
马尔克斯的英译本读起来就是一整个凌乱
0 有用 成富贵 2022-08-11 02:04:13
It seems you dawdle over a faked-history stroll. Not vital even if the flow of the cyclone make you dazzling and put you into the lyrical, prolonged and ceaseless prose. You are obliged to follow you... It seems you dawdle over a faked-history stroll. Not vital even if the flow of the cyclone make you dazzling and put you into the lyrical, prolonged and ceaseless prose. You are obliged to follow your consciousness, privileged to enjoy the distinguished sentences, and submerged into the long dream. You’d never wake up if you put forward a repulse. (展开)