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June 26 忙里偷闲,看了最近刚出的<he's just not that into you >之电影,因为很喜欢原著.电影拍的很粗放,虽然巨星云集.感觉跟原著很不一样,从形式上,有模仿几年前的<巴黎,我爱你>之嫌.一段一段的,就像书中的CHAPTER一样.原著里没有圆满的爱情,都是破碎的心灵和怪异的男人们,和SEX AND THE CITY的感觉如出一辙,果不其然啊.但是书中的语言极其犀利,又不乏幽默和真知灼见,看的人很过瘾.电影里有两段圆满的爱情,可惜却来的太突然,太不真实了,很有好莱钨烂俗的爱情片的感觉,明显地看出编剧鼓惑人心,制作出另一部愚弄大众的空洞电影的意味,感觉看后很失望.不过片中的一对情侣,ALEXA和GIGI还是相当地可爱地!这是唯一的亮点,这又一次的提醒我,电影永远没有原著好.大众的智力是在平均之下的,真的没有必要跟风去看好莱钨的烂片了! June 11 亲爱的你,你可曾知道其实我早就见过你?
I don't member when but I know where,you are so unique that you stand out in the crowd!
I asked my friend and she remembered seeing you too,even it is one year or two ago.
You are incredible!
When i see you again,I didn't even recognize you any more,then it clicks that volia!
Now i know that you are the one and i am not gonna let you go anymore!
Cause the prince of my heart has been incarnated into you and you wiped away all his lovely traces.
It's funny how you could really forget someone you once loved so deeply.
I know that because my heart don't ache for him anymore !
It aches for thee!
May 18 最近很多有一段时间没有见过我的人都告诉我,我的脸变瘦了,一开始也没有注意,可是当我无意中拿出去年照的照片时,才发现照片里的女孩脸圆圆的,而镜子里的我脸明显的消瘦了,下巴都变尖了,整个脸型也变得棱角分明起来,怪不得有朋友说我憔悴了!其实不然啊,这样的脸型一直是我梦寐以求的!终于瘦脸成功了!
其实除了规律的锻炼外,我的饮食丝毫没有改变,我一直是运动减肥的提倡者,却很反对通过改变饮食来减肥.我爱美食,而且食量过人!还有一点就是口腔肌肉的运动,几个月来,由于应试和工作的需要,我进行了大量的口语训练,一口漂亮的外语练出来了,没想到因为附带效应,我的脸也瘦下来了,真是开心啊!
April 29
在接触了一些非常富有但并不快乐的人以后,特别是跟老板出了几次差以后,我心里真是厌恶到了极点,因为出差意味着旅途的劳顿和长时间不能充分休息的工作.我发现金钱真的并不能买到快乐,特别是那些上升中的资本家们,其实大多为金钱所累,为了获得更多的财富,他们无止境地工作并要求员工也一样,完全成了赚钱的机器,亲情友情都变得不再重要,那样活着才痛苦呢!其实如果人的欲望和虚荣少一点的话,应该是更加满足的.现在我更加清楚的知道自己要的是什么,做自己喜欢的事其实才是最奢侈和愉快的.你可以说你在财富上比我富有多少倍,可是我根本不在乎,因为一个人可以在物质上不富裕,但是千万不能心灵空虚无聊,为物质主义摆布.
从现在开始屏弃奢侈品杂志,用最少的钱同样能穿出自己的风格,特别喜欢H&M,因为我所要的所有基本款和流行的款式都能轻易的找到,而且价格只是大牌的十几分之一不到,一样很有型,还有日本的一些快速时尚品牌也很不错,这些东西一般穿个一季就可以丢掉了,还喜欢混搭地摊货,如果能穿出感觉来,得到别人的认可,才有最大的成就感!以前经常光顾的西班牙的MANGO,ZARA现在还是很喜欢,不过那个价格真是越来越不平民了。用药房买的彩妆同样能打造出出彩的妆容,我有比较过,便宜的不一定就没有贵的好,特别是我最近用的专业彩妆师产品,伦敦酷妆等绝对的物美价廉!
还有在把自己打扮的美美的同时千万不能忘记充实自己的头脑,所以我每天都利用一切时间读书学习,连做梦都在学!相信只要坚持下去一定会有收获的。也希望通过努力能实现自己的心愿,到那时侯就能真正做自己想做的事情了!
都说梦见学校是吉兆,昨天夜里我作了最美的梦,在梦里我又回到了万分思念的校园,美国文学课上,来了一位外籍教师。(奇怪吧,我竟然在听英语专业课!)他的讲课风格是那么地熟悉,等我抬起头仔细将他打量,才模模糊糊发现他长得如此眼熟,不就是我顶礼膜拜的PRO.Hammer吗?我激动得差点从椅子上摔下去。我如饥似渴地仔细听他讲的每一句话,生怕漏掉了什么,可以说这是我听得最认真的一堂课之一。讲着讲着,他提了一个问题,我竟然知道答案,可是当他连续喊了班里的N个同学都没有人能回答出来时,我着急万分,终于他叫到了我,我异常流利地说出了自己的想法,果然得到他赞许的目光,我的心激动的都快要融化了!天下没有不散的宴席,我"人生中"最美的一堂课也在我的不舍中结束了,课后我听说H在上完我们的课以后还会去礼堂开讲座,于是我满怀着美丽的憧憬一步一步向礼堂走去,渐行渐远...(美梦醒)
是我昨夜看了太多的莎士比亚吗?如果是,我会每天临睡前都看!是我太担心现在我所拥有的一切美好会稍纵即逝吗?在家人的支持下我又有一次为自己的梦想拼搏的机会。他们太了解我,我是那么的固执,为了梦想我即使头破血流也在所不惜。抑或是H somehow知道我的痛苦,于是通过心灵传送,叫我别放弃继续努力?因为胜利就在眼前,虽然现在看起来还很遥远。
那些从童年起就有的梦想啊,如果没有实现,趁还年轻,还是应该去努力为之奋斗的,不然它会以梦境的形式一直萦绕于脑际,等到心灵完全不能承受这种重负的时候就为时以晚了。
April 22 Time Critics Lev Grossman and Richard Lacayo pick the 100 best English-language novels from 1923 to the present. The Complete List In Alphabetical OrderThe Adventures of Augie March (1953) Author: Saul Bellow
 Augie comes on stage with one of literature's most famous opening lines. "I am an American, Chicago born, and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted." It's the "Call me Ishmael" of mid-20th-century American fiction. (For the record, Bellow was born in Canada.) Or it would be if Ishmael had been more like Tom Jones with a philosophical disposition. With this teeming book Bellow returned a Dickensian richness to the American novel. As he makes his way to a full brimming consciousness of himself, Augie careens through numberless occupations and countless mentors and exemplars, all the while enchanting us with the slapdash American music of his voice.—R.L. All the King's Men (1946) Author: Robert Penn Warren
 More than just a classic political novel, Warren's tale of power and corruption in the Depression-era South is a sustained meditation on the unforeseen consequences of every human act, the vexing connectedness of all people and the possibility—it's not much of one—of goodness in a sinful world. Willie Stark, Warren's lightly disguised version of Huey Long, the onetime Louisiana strongman/governor, begins as a genuine tribune of the people and ends as a murderous populist demagogue. Jack Burden is his press agent, who carries out the boss's orders, first without objection, then in the face of his own increasingly troubled conscience. And the politics? For Warren, that's simply the arena most likely to prove that man is a fallen creature. Which it does.—R.L. American Pastoral (1997) Author: Philip Roth
 To decipher the late 1960's through the story of Swede Levov, whose life is cast into the fires of those years, Roth calls again upon the saturnine side of his disposition. It answers to the purpose as never before. Good-looking, prosperous Swede, who has inherited his father's glove factory in Newark, N.J., and married a former beauty queen, is not stupid, merely fulfilled. Is it this that gives him insufficient means to comprehend the Newark riots of 1967 or the transformation of his beloved daughter into a venomous teenage radical, a child capable of cold-blooded terrorism? Roth's own means are more than sufficient. A writer who is unafraid to linger in the minds of furious men, he leads us fearlessly through this man's grief, bewilderment and rage.—R.L. An American Tragedy (1925) Author: Theodore Dreiser
 Clyde Griffiths is a young man with ambitions. He's in love with a rich girl, but it's a poor girl he has gotten pregnant, Roberta Alden, who works with him at his uncle's factory. One day he takes Roberta canoeing on a lake with the intention of killing her. From there his fate is sealed. But by then Dreiser has made plain that Clyde's fate was long before sealed by a brutal and cynical society. The usual criticism of Dreiser is that, line for line, he's the weakest of the great American novelists. And it's true that he takes a pipe fitter's approach to writing, joining workmanlike sentences one to the other. But by the end he will have built them into a powerful network, and something vital will be flowing through them.—R.L. Animal Farm (1946) Author: George Orwell
 No writer has ever been more naked in his contempt for power, or more ruthless in his critique of those who abuse it, than the Englishman born Eric Blair, better known to the world as George Orwell. In Animal Farm he restages the hypocrisies of the Russian Revolution with the principal figures played by, of all things, farm animals. By presenting atrocities in the terms of a fairy tale, he makes them fresh, restoring to readers numbed by the 20th century's parade of disasters a sense of shock and outrage. Paradoxically, by turning Trotsky and Lenin and their followers into pigs and horses and chickens, he reveals them as all too human.—L.G. Appointment in Samarra (1934) Author: John O'Hara
 O'Hara did for fictional Gibbsville, Pennsylvania, what Faulkner did for Yoknapatawpha County, Mississippi: surveyed its social life and drew its psychic outlines. But he did it in utterly worldly terms, without Faulkner's taste for mythic inference or the basso profundo of his prose. Julian English is a man who squanders what fate gave him. He lives on the right side of the tracks, with a country club membership and a wife who loves him. His decline and fall, over the course of just 72 hours around Christmas, is a matter of too much spending, too much liquor and a couple of reckless gestures. (Now Julian, don't throw that drink in the well-connected Irishman's face. Don't make that pass at the gangster's mistress.) That his calamity is petty and preventable only makes it more powerful. In Faulkner the tragedies all seem to be taking place on Olympus, even when they're happening among the lowlifes. In O'Hara they could be happening to you.—R.L. Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret (1970) Author: Judy Blume
 You could almost hear the collective generational sigh of relief in 1970 when Blume published this groundbreaking, taboo-trampling young adult novel: finally, a book that talks frankly about sex without being prim or prurient, and about religion without scolding or condescending. A few months shy of her 12th birthday, Margaret Simon is starting school in a new town and asking God some serious questions. Like, when is she going to get her period? What bra should she buy? And if her mom is Jewish and her dad is Christian, is she supposed to join the Y or the Jewish Community Center? Blume turned millions of pre-teens into readers. She did it by asking the right questions—and avoiding pat, easy answers.—L.G. The Assistant (1957) Author: Bernard Malamud
 Malamud was a writer who always had one eye fixed on the eternal and one on the here and now. The eternal was the realm of moral quandaries. The here and now was usually a world of struggling 20th-century Jews. It was his genius to show the two constantly intersecting. In this book, his masterpiece, Morris Bober is a woebegone neighborhood grocer whose modest store is failing and whose luck actually takes a turn for the worse when he is held up by masked hoodlums. Or is it worse? When a stranger appears and offers to work without pay, "for the experience", it doesn't take long for the reader to realize that the stranger is one of the men who robbed Bober. But just what are his motives in returning? He seems to be seeking to atone, but he soon begins quietly robbing the till, while also falling in love with Bober's daughter, theft of a different kind. From this intricate material Malamud builds a devastating meditation upon suffering, penance and forgiveness, and the ways in which the weight of the world can be lifted, just a little, by determined acts of grace.— R.L. At Swim-Two-Birds (1938) Author: Flann O'Brien
 O'Brien—in real life Irishman Brian O'Nolan—would have been disappointed if anybody could come up with a coherent summary of this brilliant, beer-soaked miniature masterpiece. One of the best-kept secrets of 20th-century literature, At Swim-Two-Birds is ostensibly a novel about a lazy, impoverished college student who's writing a novel ("One beginning and one ending for a book is a thing I did not agree with," he opines), but his characters won't stay put, and they get mixed up with all kinds of local Dublin types and figures out of Gaelic myth—it's like Ulysses played out in a comic mode, on a more human scale. Dylan Thomas said of it, "This is just the book to give your sister if she's a loud, dirty, boozy girl." Even better to keep it for yourself.—L.G. Atonement (2002) Author: Ian McEwan
 A magnificent deception. Briony Tallis, the intricate English girl at the center of Atonement, is a budding writer. At the age of 13 she believes that through her powers of invention and language, "an unruly world could be made just so." In a complicated way, she turns out to be right, but only after she turns out to be catastrophically wrong. In the first half of the book, she passionately misunderstands a series of events she witnesses on a summer day in 1935, which leads her to formulate a lie that ruins the lives of her older sister Cecilia and Cecilia's lover Robbie. So much for the virtues of the imagination. But McEwan is crafty. Even as he shows us the deadly force of storytelling, he demonstrates its beguilements on every page. Then he leads us to a surprise ending in which the power of fiction, which has been used to undo lives, is used again to make heartbroken amends.—R.L.
Beloved (1987) Author: Toni Morrison
 Sethe is an escaped slave in post-Civil War Ohio. Her body is scarred from the atrocities of her white owners, but it's her memories that really torture her: she killed her 2-year-old daughter, Beloved, so the child would never know the sufferings of a life of servitude. But in Morrison's novels the present is never safe from the past, and Beloved returns as an angry, hungry ghost. Sethe must come to terms with her, exorcise her, if she ever wants to move forward and find peace. Rich with historical, political and above all personal resonances, written in prose that melts and runs with the heat of the emotion it carries, Beloved is a deeply American, urgently important novel that searches for that final balance between grief, anger and acceptance.—L.G. The Berlin Stories (1946) Author: Christopher Isherwood
 "I am a camera with its shutter open." There is something unmistakably 20th Century about this, the opening line to Goodbye to Berlin. In their coolness and clarity and melancholy detachment these words express more about a moment in time than most entire novels do. Berlin Stories is not quite a novel; it's actually two short ones stuck together, The Last of Mr. Norris and Goodbye to Berlin. But they form one coherent snapshot of a lost world, the antic, cosmopolitan Berlin of the 1930's, where jolly expatriates dance faster and faster, as if that would save them from the creeping rise of Nazism. One of Isherwood's greatest characters, the racy, doomed Sally Bowles, took center stage in the book's musical adaptation, Cabaret, but the theatrical version can't match the power and richness of the original.—L.G. The Big Sleep (1939) Author: Raymond Chandler
 "I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be." This sentence, from the first paragraph of The Big Sleep, marks the last time you can be fully confident that you know what's going on. The first novel by Raymond Chandler, who at the time was a 51-year-old former oil company executive, is a mosaic of shadows, a dark tracery of forking paths. Along them wanders Philip Marlowe, a cynical, perfectly hard-boiled private investigator hired by an old millionaire to find the husband of his beautiful, bitchy wildcat daughter. Marlowe is tough and determined, and he does his best to be a good guy, but there are no true heroes in Chandler's sun-baked, godforsaken Los Angeles, and every plot turn reveals how truly twisted the human heart is.—L.G. The Blind Assassin (2000) Author: Margaret Atwood
 Frosty, reserved Iris and her hot-blooded sister Laura grow up wealthy and privileged in a chilly Canadian town. But when the family fortune falters in the Depression, Iris is married off to a cruel industrialist, and Laura drives her car off a bridge, leaving behind a pulpy science fiction novel (presented in parallel to the primary plot) that seems to contain a coded, masked guide to the secrets that ruled her life and brought about her early death. Told in the brittle, acerbic voice of the elderly Iris, who is left behind to decode Laura's legacy, The Blind Assassin is a tour-de-force of nested narratives, subtle reveals and buried memories.—L.G.. Blood Meridian (1986) Author: Cormac McCarthy
 "The floor of the playa lay smooth and unbroken by any track and the mountains in their blue islands stood footless in the void like floating temples." McCarthy's prose has the character of the landscape it describes: Harsh and pure, as if it had been sculpted by wind and sand, like a naturally occurring phenomenon. In Blood Meridian McCarthy uses it to spin a yarn of gothic violence: In the 1840's a young boy joins a band of cutthroats who hunt Indians on the border between Texas and Mexico, under the leadership of an amoral, albino arch-monster known as the Judge. Rarely has literature presented spectacles of violence more extreme or less gratuitous. Blood Meridian summons up shadows of Dante and Melville, and demands of every reader that they reexamine why and how they cling to morality in a fallen world.—L.G. Brideshead Revisited (1946) Author: Evelyn Waugh
 Once and only once in his career the bitter, urbane, howlingly funny satirist Evelyn Waugh screwed up all his nerve and his talent and produced a genuine literary masterpiece. Though it's saddled with a faded doily of a title, Brideshead Revisited is actually a wildly entertaining, swooningly funny-sad story about an impressionable young man, Charles Ryder, who goes to Oxford in the 1930's and falls in love with a family: the wealthy, eccentric, aristocratic Flytes, owners of a grand old country house called Brideshead. In the first half of the book the exquisite, hilariously fey Sebastian Flyte, who is Charles's classmate, teaches the young man about beauty, booze and witty conversation. In the second half every one grows up and everything goes spectacularly to smash. Told in flashbacks from the dark days of WWII, Brideshead is aglimmer with the guttering-candle glow of an elegant age that was already passing away.—L.G. The Bridge of San Luis Rey (1927) Author: Thornton Wilder
 Whatever happened to Wilder? He was a lion in his day, prized—Pulitzer-prized, as this book was—a star of stage and page. Today, notwithstanding the occasional production of Our Town or The Skin of Our Teeth, he's ever in danger of falling out of fashion. He seems too courtly, too composed. For proof of how powerful those qualities can be, there's this book. In 1714, "the finest bridge in all Peru" collapses and five people plunge to their deaths. Brother Juniper, a Franciscan missionary, decides to track down their individual stories to prove that even what seem to be random misfortunes are consistent with God's plan. That his discoveries turn out to be more complex will come as no surprise. What may surprise are the beguilements of Wilder's teasing, ironic, beautifully written tale, unlike anything else in American fiction.— R.L. Call It Sleep (1935) Author: Henry Roth
 New York City, 1911. A young, painfully sensitive boy named David is growing up in the grimy Jewish slums of the Lower East Side, with his unemployable, rageoholic father and his angelic, nurturing mother. Call It Sleep has the setting of a gritty, naturalistic political novel—and it works perfectly well as such—but it is at heart a profoundly interior book. Roth tirelessly and unflinchingly records the daily damage that the harshness of slum life inflicts on David's quiveringly receptive, emotionally defenseless consciousness; as a precise chronicler of minute impressions, and of the growth of an intellectually precocious mind, Roth's only equal is James Joyce. After its publication in 1934 Call It Sleep sank from view for 30 years, before a new edition became a bestseller in the 1960's. It will never be forgotten again.—L.G. Catch-22 (1961) Author: Joseph Heller
 Captain John Yossarian is a bomber pilot who's just trying to make it through WWII alive. But the only excuse the Army will accept for refusing to fly a mission is insanity, and if Yossarian refuses to fly he is, by definition, sane. This is the self-devouring logical worm that lies at the heart of Catch-22, the story of Yossarian, his colleagues—who respond to the horrors of war with a range of seriocomic neuroses and psychoses—and his superiors, who respond to the horrors of war by sending Yossarian on ever more pointless and dangerous missions for the purpose of enhancing their own reputations. Catch-22 is a bitter, anguished joke of a novel that embraces the existential absurdity of war without ever quite succumbing to it.—L.G. The Catcher in the Rye (1951) Author: J.D. Salinger
 No matter how many high school English teachers try to domesticate The Catcher in the Rye in class, it will never lose its satirical edge. When Holden Caulfield learns he's going to be kicked out of yet another private school, he bails in the middle of the night ("Sleep tight, ya morons!" he yells) and heads to New York City to bum around for a few days—hitting on girls, thinking about his dead brother, worrying about where the ducks go in the wintertime—before he deals with his parents. The time passes in an agony of anhedonia that transcends the merely adolescent: It's a permanent reminder of the sweetness of childhood, the hypocrisy of the adult world, and the strange no-man's-land that lies in between.—L.G.
A Clockwork Orange (1963) Author: Anthony Burgess
 Like 1984, this is a book in which an entire social order is implied through language. And what language! To hint at the vile universe of the 15-year-old delinquent Alex and his murderous buddies, Burgess created "nadsat," a rich futuristic patois. "Sinny" for "cinema." "Viddy" for "see," "horrorshow" for "good"—from the Russian, khorosho, which gives you some idea of which political system has prevailed. The words locate him in a world of corrupted values, violence and boundless infantile indulgence. (His drug is "milk plus.") When Alex is apprehended by the authorities and subjected to psychological conditioning to make him nauseated at any impulse towards violence, Burgess's book becomes a meditation on whether a world in which evil can be freely chosen might still be preferable to to one in which goodness is compelled. Stanley Kubrick's coldly magnificent "sinny" adaptation has sometimes threatened to overshadow this great novel. Don't let it happen.—R.L. The Confessions of Nat Turner (1967) Author: William Styron
 It's a novel that has its sources in history—the only sustained slave revolt in American history, an 1831 uprising led by Turner, an educated slave who led a group of fellow escapees on a bloody trail through southeastern Virginia. Before they were stopped, just short of seizing an arsenal, they had killed about 60 whites. And before he was hanged, Turner dictated a final testament, a document that still exists. But Styron's book is not that one. It's an invented version of that text, one ringed with bitterness and fire. He plumbs the mind of a man who believed himself ordained to slaughter whites in retribution for the ordeals of slavery, but who found himself nearly incapable of putting in the blade. Turner as Styron imagines him is not a plaster saint, not a cardboard monster. He's a man, one whose ferocious yearnings were formed in the cauldron of a hateful institution.—R.L. The Corrections (2001) Author: Jonathan Franzen
 If family is a machine for making you crazy, has there ever been a machine better oiled than the Lamberts? The elderly father, Alfred, is a retired railway engineer sliding into the mental and physical chaos of Parkinson's disease. Wife Enid fashions ever more ingenious varieties of denial. Son Chip is helping con men in Lithuania. His brother Gary is consoling himself with booze for the miseries of his own disintegrating home life. Their sister Denise, in the time she can spare from her career as a celebrity chef, makes reckless thrusts into other people's marriages. Their miseries are an opening onto the larger discontents of the society that they—we—live in, but Franzen keeps his terrible focus on the family. This can be a very funny book in places, but the laughs come hard, very hard.—R.L. The Crying of Lot 49 (1966) Author: Thomas Pynchon
 Summoned to serve as executor for the will of her ultra-rich former lover, Oedipa Maas is led into the mystery of Trystero, a shadowy band of, of—of what exactly? They have operated for centuries, connecting the dispossesed, the discontented and the strung out by way of their secret underground postal system, a network that may also serve other ends. As she wanders through California in the mid-1960's, trying to unravel their secret, Oedipa senses for the first time a larger, weirder universe of the disinherited, a scampering, fugitive reality just beneath the placid surface of what she thinks she knows. With its slapstick paranoia and its heartbreaking metaphysical soliloquies, Lot 49 takes place in the tragicomic universe that is instantly recognizable as Pynchon-land. Is it is also a mystery novel? Absolutely, so long as you remember that the mystery here is the one at the heart of everything.—R.L. A Dance to the Music of Time (1951) Author: Anthony Powell
 The words "twelve-novel cycle" don't exactly inspire readerly zeal in most people, but once you catch the rhythm of Powell's dodecahedral masterpiece it's hard to put it down. Beginning in the 1920's, A Dance to the Music of Time follows the lives of a group of English friends and acquaintances as they make their various ways through life: meeting and parting, succeeding and failing, loving and hating, living and dying. There is ample room for both comedy and tragedy in this capacious, large-hearted work, but Powell's real triumph is the way he catches the rhythm of fate itself, the way it brings people together, only to spin them apart, then reunite them later as near-strangers, transformed in unexpected ways by the intervening years.—L.G. The Day of the Locust (1939) Author: Nathanael West
 Nathanael West's Hollywood novel takes place mostly at the margins of the movie kingdom, the universe of set painters and extras, frustrated small-timers, hangers-on and oddities. There are prostitutes here, transplanted Eskimos, a failed comic who sells silver polish door to door so that he can force luckless customers to watch his act. No one in this book has found the promise that California was supposed to offer, and at the end their anger and resentments collect into a riot in the streets that is the sum of their individual discontents. "They realize that they've been tricked and burn with resentment.... The sun is a joke. Oranges can't titillate their jaded palates. Nothing can ever be violent enough to make taut their slack minds and bodies." This was West's last novel. He died the following year in a car accident, at age 37, rushing to the funeral of F. Scott Fitzgerald. How he would have loved that last grotesque detail.—R.L. Death Comes for the Archbishop (1927) Author: Willa Cather
 Cather at her most matter-of-fact and, as a consequence, her most powerful. She based this book on the life of Bishop Jean Baptiste L'Amy—she calls him Father Latour—the French-born Ohio cleric who was assigned by the church to rebuild the faith in New Mexico after the territory was annexed by the U.S. in 1831. With an old friend, Father Vaillant, Latour sets out for Santa Fe. He will find the church there to be fragmented and corrupt, with priests taking wives and charging exorbitant fees to perform marriages. Latour embarks on a decades-long effort to reform and reinvigorate the diocese. The style and structure of this book are strange, unemphatic, as if Cather had simply laid the scenes side by side in a tapestry. She compared the book to a legend, in which no event is given much dramatic weight. If this sounds like a formula for boredom, it's not. Her serene language, with its immemorial simplicity, gives the story a weight mere drama could never provide.—R.L. A Death in the Family (1958) Author: James Agee
 Agee was a poet, a penetrating film critic for TIME and other magazines, an intricate public conscience, and a man who carried all his life the burden of his father's death in a car accident when Agee was six. (Forty years later to the day Agee would die of a heart attack.) He brought all of that, both his gifts and his psychic injuries, to this grave and lyrical story of Rufus Follet, a boy whose world is upended by his father's sudden death in an auto accident. What this book lacks in form it more than makes up for in subtly delineated feeling. Agee's forgiving embrace of the deeply imperfect people he describes, a kind of Whitmanesque tenderness, stays with you a long time.—R.L. The Death of the Heart (1938) Author: Elizabeth Bowen
 Portia Quayne is that most dangerous commodity, an innocent child. At 16, after years of dragging around European hotels with her parents, she's been orphaned. She finds herself now in the care of her prosperous older half brother and his reluctant wife. What they and their heedless friends will show to Portia is the disenchanted kingdom of adulthood. But Bowen's real genius was in recognizing what Portia will show to them. In the mirror of her innocent eyes, experience will catch a glimpse of its own reflection. It's not a pretty picture.—R.L. Deliverance (1970) Author: James Dickey
 Four friends set out on a canoe trip through backwoods Georgia—a lark, a weekend's diversion, a blissful, beery break from their day jobs. But their itinerary unexpectedly swings into darker territory when they meet a gang of savage, sodomitical mountain men, and by the time they emerge again—most of them—from the wilderness, they have been through some of the blackest terrain, both geographical and spiritual, since Marlowe went up the river in Conrad's Heart of Darkness. Though it's been partially eclipsed by the movie version—you know it for that "Dueling Banjos" scene—the original Deliverance is a visceral, dangerous thriller packed with forbidden knowledge.—L.G.
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Dog Soldiers (1974) Author: Robert Stone
 A weird current pulses through this book. The tale of a heroin deal gone very bad, it's also a merciless picture of America at the ragged end of the Vietnam era. John Converse is a journalist preparing to head home from Saigon when he's persuaded to join a dope-smuggling scheme. Once back in California, he's ambushed by a pair of ex-cons in the service of a corrupt federal drug agent who wants to pocket the drugs. The hapless goons, who also indulge in occasional sex with each other, drag Converse on a trek across the Southwest in search of the strung-out intriguers who are actually holding the stuff. Those would be Converse's wife Marge, who's blandly stupefied by prescription drugs, and his sad-sack confederate Hicks. Do we need to tell you it all ends badly? Or that the heroin is a stand-in for Vietnam? It's the poison that came home, like the war, to pollute an already bleak and sawtoothed social landscape. Bleakness is all in Stone's world, which is unrelenting and unforgettable.—R.L. Falconer (1977) Author: John Cheever
 story of suffering and redemption, told in Cheever's fullest register. Ezekiel Farragut, university professor, family man, drug addict, is in Falconer State Prison for having killed his brother with a poker. In this shabby purgatory, he struggles with his memories, his guilt, and his need to remain human in a dehumanizing place, until an affair with a fellow prisoner reawakens his ability to love, even if the young man is a cynical operator and love is just another burden to bear. In some ways this book represented Cheever going far afield from the suburbs where he had made his name. (Not too far: Sing Sing was near his home in Ossining, N.Y. He had taught prisoners there in the early 70's.) But Farragut is not so different from Cheever's lawn-mowing householders. Yearning, wayward, beset by anger and need—he's just a Cheever character in extremis. He suffers beautifully, but he suffers to a purpose. When he finds a rapprochement with the world, however tenuous, it speaks to the prisoner in us all.—R.L.
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The French Lieutenant's Woman (1969) Author: John Fowles

A magnificent game of a novel, one in which the brilliant postmodern contrivances actually add to the poignancy of its anguished Victorian characters. Charles Smithson is an amateur paleontologist living on the southwestern coast of England. Ernestina is his drearily upright fiancee. Sarah Woodruff is an enigmatic local governess, said to be pining for a French soldier who has misused her. The fourth major figure in this book is not a character but the author. By no means all-powerful, he discovers early on that he has lost control of his characters and proposes in that case to let them have their freedom. And he means it. The story procedes through alternative episodes—in one Charles marries Ernestina; in another he doesn't—and multiple endings, with the author sometimes turning up to walk among his characters and comment tartly on their actions. In its final pages—don't dare to call them a conclusion; in a book so open-ended, what could that word mean?—he opens a vista onto freedom that's both dazzling and devastating.—R.L. The Golden Notebook (1962) Author: Doris Lessing Anna Wulf is a writer who keeps four notebooks, each a different color, each reflecting a different part of her. The black one contains recollections of her youthful wartime years in West Africa, experiences that went into her first novel. In the red one she reflects on her later life in London's leftist and intellectual circles. The blue notebook analyzes her fraught relations with men. The yellow contains her fragmentary attempts at new fiction. With the fifth, the golden notebook, and with The Golden Notebook, Wulf/Lessing struggles to tie all the threads fearlessly back together again. All the currents of her time flow through Anna—Marx and Freud and the burgeoning dissatisfactions among women that would eventually explode into feminism. Lessing's earnestness can be too much at times, but as a portrait of a woman coming to grips with the realities of her time her book is indispensable.—R.L. Go Tell it on the Mountain (1953) Author: James Baldwin For his ferocious debut novel, Baldwin reached back to his experiences as a teenage Pentecostal preacher in Harlem and set them down in language steeped in the high and mighty rhetoric of Scripture. At age 14 John Grimes is bedeviled by the new stirrings in "his treacherous and bewildering body" and resentful of his preacher stepfather, once an energetic sinner, whose dual nature is now divided between the dutiful but restless John and John's older brother Roy, another hell-raiser in training. The boys' mother, Elizabeth, labors to keep the passions of her men in check, all the while holding secrets of her own. Their stories run dark and deep, while the fierce music of Baldwin's voice courses through those stories and lends them majesty.—L.G. Gone With the Wind (1936) Author: Margaret Mitchell It's one of the best-selling books ever bound between covers, but that's not what makes Margaret Mitchell's magnificent mint julep of a novel great. The ultimate, original sweeping historical romance, it follows high-spirited Scarlett O'Hara, roguish Rhett Butler and romantic, infinitely good-looking Ashley Wilkes as the world that nurtured them is swept away in the cataclysm of the Civil War. As quintessentially American as Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings is English, Gone with the Wind is a colossally readable romance novel—love stories do not come more triangular—but it's also the definitive telling of one of the basic American mythologies: the passing away, in blood and ashes, of the grand old South.—L.G. The Grapes of Wrath (1939) Author: John Steinbeck The storms of the great Dust Bowl had barely settled when Steinbeck published The Grapes of Wrath, which follows a family of impoverished "Okies," the Joads, as they chase the mirage of a good life westward from their devastated midwestern farm to California. The Joads find only bitterness, squalor and oppression as migrant agricultural workers living in "Hoovervilles," but their indomitable strength in the face of an entire continent's worth of adversity makes Steinbeck's epic far more than a history of unfortunate events: It's both a record of its time and a permanent monument to human perseverance.—L.G. Gravity's Rainbow (1973) Author: Thomas Pynchon No, it is not unreadable. For most of its 700-plus pages it's so crazily, scarily, sumptuously readable that you hate to put it aside even as the last paragraph thunders down on your head. The unsummarizable plot centers, to the extent that it centers at all, on Tyrone Slothrop, an American who comes to the attention of British intelligence during World War II when a map indicating the locales of his sexual encounters with London women shows that they correspond with the places struck by German V-2 missiles. Can his erections predict the random distribution of agents of death? From there we proceed into a massive continent-wide effort to construct a V-2, which is itself an occasion for a fantastic multitude of meditations upon the human need to build systems of intellectual order even as we use the same powers of intellect to hasten our destruction. (Did we mention that this is also a comedy, more or less?) Among American writers of the second half of the 20th century, Pynchon is the indisputed candidate for lasting literary greatness. This book is why.—R.L. The Great Gatsby (1925) Author: F. Scott Fitzgerald No one gives better parties than Jazz Age zillionaire Jay Gatsby. No one has a bigger house or a bigger pool, or drives a longer, sleeker, more opulent automobile. His silk shirts alone—"shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and apple green and lavender and faint orange with monograms of Indian blue"—can and do reduce women to tears. But who is he? Where does he come from, where did he make his megabucks, and why—his sober, straight-arrow neighbor (and narrator) Nick wonders—does he stand on his dock at night and stretch out his arms to a green light shining across the bay from his magnificent mansion? The Great Gatsby lays bare the empty, tragic heart of the self-made man. It's not only a page-turner and a heartbreaker, it's one of the most quintessentially American novels ever written.—L.G. A Handful of Dust (1934) Author: Evelyn Waugh Devoted to his wife, Brenda, his son, John Andrew, and to Hetton, his very ugly neo-Gothic homestead, Tony Last will lose all three. As his name is always announcing, Last lives at the end of a dying age, the brittle, exhausted 1930s, when England, at least Waugh's England, is a place where Brenda can throw herself at the feet of a childish lover and where Last can discard his life on an absurd caprice. Waugh's own marriage was disintegrating when he wrote this, and his unhappiness led him into wider realms of feeling—pathos, rage— than any you find in his earlier triumphs of nasty wit, Decline and Fall and Vile Bodies. Sound dreary? Not even slightly. If this is Waugh at his bleakest it's also Waugh at his deepest, most poisonously funny.—R.L.
The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter (1940) Author: Carson McCullers
 When Carson McCullers was a teenager, she came to New York City to study piano at Juilliard. She never matriculated; she lost the purse with her tuition money in it. Such small, unredressed tragedies as these are at the silent, solitary heart of McCullers' first novel, which centers on a deaf-mute and a teenage tomboy living in a small Georgia town in the 1930s. McCullers' characters reach out to one another for sympathy and understanding, but not all of them can complete the connection, and their isolated thoughts form a choir of amazing, transcendent poignance—music only the reader can hear. —L.G. The Heart of the Matter (1948) Author: Graham Greene
 He felt the loyalty we all feel to unhappiness—the sense that there is where we really belong. Nobody could do abjection like Greene. And no one could parse moral dilemmas with quite his eye for the subtle ways that Satan persuades the righteous. Henry Scobie is one of his supreme creations, a British colonial police officer stationed during World War II in a damp, vulture-ridden West African town. A Roman Catholic mindful of his duties to God, Scobie thinks of himself as incorruptible, but he has not counted on the power of his own excesses of pity to beguile him. To deliver his wife from unhappiness he is led into complicity with smugglers; to save a young woman from despair—but no less to save himself—he is drawn into adultery; to rescue them both from his misjudgments he is led to betray his God. A man for whom humility becomes a kind of perverse pride arrives at a place where he wills his own damnation as the one means to escape his earthly predicaments.—R.L. Herzog (1964) Author: Saul Bellow
 Like Binx Bolling in Percy's The Moviegoer, but at a much higher pitch of talkative despair, Chaim Herzog is a man on a philosophical quest. "Much of my life has been spent in the effort to live by more coherent ideas," he tells us. "I even know which ones." But unlike Bolling he is in the grip of a crisis that's not merely existential. His wife has left him for somebody he thought was a good friend, taking with her his beloved daughter. This plunges him into a tormented appraisal not only of himself and the people around him, but of nearly everything that has transpired since the Age of Reason got under way. You get to watch him shake his head, and sometimes his fist, at the world, all the while asking it, unbreak my heart.—R.L. Housekeeping (1981) Author: Marilynne Robinson
 Fingerbone is a fictional town in the Pacific Northwest. It rests along a lake that has the distinction of once having claimed an entire train that slid from a bridge into its dark waters one night, taking almost all on board to their deaths. Time swallows people in the same way in this sly book. The narrator is Ruth, a teenaged girl. She and her sister are raised, affectionately but haphazardly, by various generations of the women in her all-too-eccentric family. This is a book about women, making homes and leaving them. Even when the girls stay home, the days and nights pass and the plot goes nowhere in particular, Robinson arrives again and again in resounding places.—R.L. A House for Mr. Biswas (1962) Author: V.S. Naipaul
 When Mohun Biswas married his wife, Shama, he effectively married her entire family, the daunting, smothering Tulsis. Set in the Hindu community in postcolonial Trinidad—where Naipaul was born—A House for Mr. Biswas is the life story of a man who wanted only a home, but who was a magnet for misfortune, oppression and humiliation, "a wanderer with no place he could call his own, with no family except that which he was to attempt to create out of the engulfing world of the Tulsis." Mohun's survival is a triumph of resilience and persistence and humor, an epic of dignity and self-respect doggedly clung to.—L.G. I, Claudius (1934) Author: Robert Graves
 Though he briefly became emperor, Claudius, the limping, stuttering grandson of Caesar Augustus, is not your usual Roman on a pedestal. Sly, even bitchy, an appalled observer of his treacherous times —in his voice you hear the worldliness of classical literature with none of its marble officialdom. A member of a ruthless and murderous imperial family, he survives because he seems to all around him the least consequential twig of the family tree. But Claudius bears enduring witness to a moment when the virtues of the Roman republic, which has already been disposed of by the time he begins his tale, are being lost to the bloodlusts and hubris of the Roman empire.—R.L. Infinite Jest (1996) Author: David Foster Wallace
 The title is a sly wink at the book's massive girth—it's 1,000-plus pages in most editions—but the reference to Hamlet is well-earned; moreover, it's a damn funny book. The action takes place in Boston at two separate but curiously similar venues—an elite tennis academy and a drug rehabilitation facility—in a near future in which calendar years are available for corporate sponsorship (the Year of the Trial Size Dove Bar, the Year of the Depend Adult Undergarment, and so on). The plot of Infinite Jest—which revolves around, among other things, a lost, unwatchably beautiful art film and a conspiracy among wheelchair-bound Quebecois secessionists—is decidedly secondary to the painfully funny dialogue and Wallace's endlessly rich ruminations and speculations on addiction, entertainment, art, life and, of course, tennis.—L.G. Invisible Man (1952) Author: Ralph Ellison
 A nameless young black man wends a tortuous path from a southern town—where a local white men's club mockingly awards him a scholarship to a black college—to the streets of New York City, where everybody, black and white, left and right, man and woman, seems to have their own ideas about who he is and what purpose he can serve. Evenhandedly exposing the hypocrisies and stereotypes of all comers, Invisible Man is far more than a race novel, or even a bildungsroman. It's the quintessential American picaresque of the 20th century. —L.G. Light in August (1932) Author: William Faulkner
 This book, Faulkner's grave meditation on race, violence and all the fraught legacies of the South, is the first in which he confronted head-on the poisons of racism. Joe Christmas believes himself to be of mixed race. (His parentage is uncertain.) He has escaped from a miserable childhood to the town of Jefferson, Miss., where he unleashes his demons. Lena Grove has come there, too, looking for the father of the child she is carrying while Christmas fulfills his wretched destiny. This book is less daring structurally than The Sound and the Fury or As I Lay Dying. Though time still folds back on itself, so that events seem to take place in a zone beyond normal chronology, the flashbacks are easier to follow. But the force of Faulkner's genius is in entirely in play.—R.L. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe (1950) Author: C.S. Lewis
 Four English children playing hide-and-seek accidentally wander through an enchanted wardrobe and into Narnia, a land locked in a deep magical winter by the spells of an evil witch-queen. Only the fierce, benevolent lion Aslan (with a little help from the children) can vanquish the tyrant and bring summer back to Narnia and the talking animals who live there. Lewis was a Christian philosopher, and The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (and the six more Narnia novels that followed) can be read as Christian morality tales, but they're not just kid stuff: Lewis had a surprisingly sharp eye for the dark shades of the human soul, sin and anger and temptation, and readers of any faith, or none at all, will feel the enormous power of Lewis's irresistible, transporting sense of wonder.—L.G.
Lolita (1955) Author: Vladimir Nabokov
 It had a troubled birth; Nabokov almost burned the manuscript of Lolita halfway through and its first publisher was a French pornographic press. But Lolita would go on to became a huge best-seller and the unlikeliest of American classics. Our hero, who goes by the self-mocking name of Humbert Humbert, is a pedophile. He is a highly cultured, endearingly ironic man, and he loathes himself about as much as a human being can, but he loves, and can only love, nubile young girls, whom he calls "nymphets." Lolita is the story of Humbert's romance—if that's the word, which it isn't—with a 12-year-old girl named Dolores Haze. Their story is as vile and obscene as one can imagine, but Humbert's voice, an endlessly inventive stream of angry, cosmopolitan invective, elevates it to the level of a tragic, twisted epic.—L.G. Lord of the Flies (1955) Author: William Golding
 The premise: A planeload of young boys is marooned on a nameless tropical island and they are forced to fend for themselves. If this novel had been written in the 19th century it would have been about the cheery, whimsical never-neverland the boys created. But in Golding's version, the veneer of childish purity wears away quickly in the absence of adults, and the boys become two warring tribes, one under the saintly Ralph and his asthmatic sidekick Piggy, one under the savage ex-choir-leader Jack. Golding tracks the fall of this new Eden with pitiless, meticulous care and total psychological clarity, and in the process he ruthlessly strips away the myths and cliches of childhood innocence forever.—L.G. The Lord of the Rings (1954) Author: J.R.R. Tolkien
 When a tweedy, Catholic, pipe-smoking Oxford professor named John Ronald Reuel Tolkien sat down to write a novel, who could have anticipated that his volcanic imagination would give rise to an entire continent, populated by elves, dwarves, orcs, wizards and ambulatory trees? Tolkien drew on his deep knowledge of ancient languages and mythology, and his agonizing memories of the Somme, to create a 20th-century fable of magic and heroism, misty mountains and mystical forests, goodness and temptation, wherein a tiny gnomelike hobbit, Frodo, goes on a quest to destroy the One Ring, a malevolent artifact that could be the downfall of all of Middle Earth. The founding text of modern fantasy literature, The Lord of the Rings also carries with it a profound, melancholy nostalgia for the innocent pre-industrial England that was lost forever in the muddy trenches of World War I.—L.G. Loving (1945) Author: Henry Green
 Green remains a dim figure for many Americans. He stopped writing in 1952, at age 47, with just nine novels and a memoir behind him. In the last years of his life—he died in 1973—he became a kind of British Thomas Pynchon, agreeing to be photographed only from behind. But those who knew him often revered him. W. H. Auden called him the finest living English novelist. His real name was Henry Vincent Yorke. The son of a wealthy Birmingham industrialist, he was educated at Eton and Oxford but never completed his degree. He became managing director of the family factory, which made beer-bottling machines. But first he spent a year on the factory floor with the ordinary workers, and his fiction is forever marked by an understanding of the English at all levels of society, something rare in class-bound British literature. Loving is a classic upstairs-downstairs story, with the emphasis on downstairs. You see the life of a great Irish country house during World War II through the eyes of its mostly British servants, who make a world of their own during a period when their masters are away. Green's generosity towards even the most scheming and rascally of them offers a lesson you never forget.— R.L. The Man Who Loved Children (1940) Author: Christina Stead
 Though it was first published in 1940, it wasn't until a reissue 25 years later that Stead's novel was recognized for the masterpiece it is—the greatest picture ever of the lousiest family of all time. Sam Pollit is an exhausting monstrosity of a husband and father, not always cruel, but always self-regarding— "Sam the Bold" is his name for himself—and self-deluding. (He's anything but bold.) His wife Henny, the one he barely speaks to, is nervous, self-pitying and neurotic, the kind of mother who steals from her children's piggy banks, diverts herself with a half-witted boyfriend and devolves into a sniffling hag. Their children, six of them, are appalled witnesses to the spectacle of their parents' collapse and the helpless recipients of their toxic attentions. Stead, an Australian with a wonderful style, both headlong and sturdy, is fearless in her depiction of the Pollits and more compassionate in her judgments than you or I could ever be. When you know how heavily this novel was based upon her own childhood, that compassion seems even more remarkable.—R.L. Midnight's Children (1981) Author: Salman Rushdie
 Rushdie's version of The Prince and the Pauper becomes a cartwheeling parable about the fate of modern India. At the stroke of midnight on August 15, 1947, the date on which India proclaimed itself independent from Great Britain, 1,001 children are born with supernatural powers. Two are switched at birth, the illegitimate son of a poor Hindu woman and the offspring of wealthy Muslims. Rushdie follows them through 30 years of partition, violence and Indira Gandhi's iron-fisted rule. The personal is the political here with a vengeance, as history becomes farce, becomes legend becomes memory becomes history again.— R.L. Mrs. Dalloway (1925) Author: Virginia Woolf
 Clarissa Dalloway is the kind of woman you would pass on the street without a thought, or would if you lived in London in 1923: middle-aged, upper-middle-class, well-married and well-fed. But Woolf draws aside the veil of her placid exterior to reveal the dreams, fears, foibles, passion and pain that swirl endlessly just beneath it. Mrs. Dalloway follows Clarissa through the course of a single day, and as she goes about her errands, preparing for a party she's giving that night, we drift and rock on the ebb and flow of her lost love for an old flame who resurfaces unexpectedly; her never-consummated lesbian longing for a childhood friend; and her endless yearning for some firm sense of what, in the swirling detritus and ephemera that make up daily life, is true and good and permanent.—L.G.
总统府之游结束后我们便向公司周年活动的酒店驶去,经过南京很美的两边种满梧桐的街道,E说很漂亮,我说据是从法国引进过来的,E告诉我他们德国也有这种树,但他却叫不出英文名来。酒店位于新街口的中心地区,是个有红条纹的筒状建筑。下了车路过一家音响店,里面传出了去年的一首英国畅销曲,真过时啊,无意间和E聊到音乐,他问我会不会乐器,我无辜地摇摇头,问了他之后就后悔了,他钢琴弹的很棒,会吹笛子,还会谈吉他,而且他体育也很好,还代表国家去参加过几项国际比赛,其中有一项还拿过冠军。我真想问问他是从那个时代来的!
公司老总T在酒店旁一家著名的浙江菜馆请我们吃了丰盛的午餐,席间有许多山珍海味我从来没有尝过,众人谈笑风声,快乐极了。问E为什么会选择来中国发展,他到很坦诚地说自己喜欢中国饮食,喜欢中国的客户,因为中国人包容性强,能接受新事物,他还透露在德国要想成为名设计师很难,需要有家族背景。这点到和我们中国很像啊。看来天下乌鸦一般黑!由于吃的太饱了,众人均昏昏欲睡。
吃完了之后我们便来到酒店的宴会厅等待会议开始,由于主持人的迟到,会议的时间推迟了一个小时。在的试音阶段,我和E被各种风格混杂的音乐逗得大笑不止,我问他们欧洲的会议会放什么样的音乐,他回答一般没有音乐,但不想我所想的,会议不一定都那么严肃。
在别人发言的时候,E完全听不懂,于是会悄悄的问我情况,但是他的观察力真的很好,到他的时候,他竟然不要我提醒便知道往讲台上走了,今天这个给客户的讲座没有前一天晚上的难,只是他的设计理念和作品的展示,而且我还是坐在下面,不需要面对观众,所以在四五百人的会议厅讲话我也不怎么紧张。可是话筒的音质欠佳,而且下面的设计师们忙着接客户有点闹哄哄的,所以我感觉没有发挥的很好。演讲之后就是南京的媒体对E进行提问,本来我是应该上台去的,可是主持人一个劲的挥手叫我别去,于是我就作罢了。在E的发言结束后,我问了他的意见,他说他听我说的很清楚,但我的话筒使用方式稍有不当,还演示了话筒使用的方法给我,于是我的心情便好了起来。我问了他之前作演讲,他的翻译的情况,他告诉我一般是他说一句,最多两小句,然后翻译说,如果他说长了,他的翻译也会不知所措。而且事前会给翻译演讲稿,很简单的。我这下才知道原来我做的真的已经很不错了。完全是现场听他说一段话,然后复述。转念一想,当E的专职翻译是件多么幸福的事啊,据说他在北京的公司里就有个专门的翻译一直在他左右。每天工作地时候都在如此魅力四射的E身旁,是多么的愉快啊!我要怎么样努力才能找到这样一份美差呢?
经过无聊的等待,演讲终于接近尾声,下面是客户问设计师问题,这时候南京一家装饰网站的记者跑了过来提问。是个瘦瘦小小的脂粉不施的女子。显然是E的粉丝,因为她问问题的时候眼睛都放光了。而且一下子问了有几十个问题。涉及了很多室内装潢的公司和品牌名,看我没有反应,她尽然说原来你不是学建筑的啊?对,我还不是英语系出身的呢,但是我的英文沟通能力很强,不像你,连简单的英语交流都不行。她这一来一回,把我翻得累死了,可是E那美丽的大眼睛在说话的时候总是看着我,看的我心里美美的,我便没有怨言了,而且在我说话的时候E也会专注的看着我,和我沟通,我很喜欢他给我的这种100%的attention,让我感觉很棒,欧洲那里Lady的地位真的很高啊,感觉出来了,我不会的专有名词我就用中文代替,结果沟通的非常顺利。这个女人真是强大,还问E有没有其他城市的演讲计划,又要了人家的名片,我都看不下去了。
会议结束后,T总招待了我们简单的晚餐,他对我的表现很满意,说以后如果E再来,他还会请我翻译。E要赶飞机。由于众人忙着陪客户,送E去机场的活我就揽下了,因为实在不忍心让人家一个人走,在去机场的路上,我稍微的给E介绍了路过的景点,时间过的很快,很快就到目的地了,我说了祝愿语之后,最后一次和E握了握手,他的握手很有力,很温暖,让我心为之一震,虽然已经很疲倦了,可是我的心里却很开心。我没有回头,因为有点不舍,但是能遇到E这样的人本身就是很开心的事。在短短的一天半,我学到了很多的东西,也为E的人格魅力所感染,对自我的感觉也变得很好。期待E的下次南京之行,希望还能与他合作。
April 18 星期天的早上我坐公车去的公司,结果一下车就转向了,问了半天才找到路,我深刻地感觉到路盲的痛苦!到了公司时间还早,我这个人喜欢守时,一向都是提前的,等车子和人员都准备就绪了,我们便去设计师们下塌的酒店接他们了,今天上午我们将去参观南京的总统府。
南京的春天气候反复无常,这几天一直都很热,让人感觉仿佛一下子进入了初夏,一阵阵的热浪袭来,灿烂的阳光倒也很适合去旅行。路上老总问了E对南京的感觉,我们目前所在的地方并不是南京最美的,可是令人惊奇的是,E对南京的印象非常好,说这里的绿化很棒,让他想起自己的国家,北京却简直像沙漠一样。
很快就到达终点了,因为是周末吧,游玩的人很多,非常热闹,我前一天夜里看了一些景点介绍的文字,但一进去就感觉无所适从了,虽然是我的故乡,南京的很多景点我都从来没有去过,总统府就是其中一个。
好在到处都有中英文对照告示牌,景点里提供有导游服务,我们便跟着人群慢慢地走着,我的心情非常轻松愉快,因为很少有边工作边游玩的机会,也同时深感导游的不易,每个景点的各个细节都要熟记于心,而且要一遍遍地复述,多枯燥啊!
总统府悠久的历史,各种建筑风格的融合实在是让我赏心悦目,而且看的出E在仔细地观察,还会询问哪里能买到某种特别美丽的地砖,抑或是说某个吊灯非常美丽、他对建筑内部的很多古董也非常欣赏。看到窗外的排水系统的时候,他还会向我解释在他的一些设计中,他就会运用到这种系统,他觉得人们一味追求新的设计,而把老祖宗的优秀设计忘掉了实在不能理解。而且当我们发现某个屋子特别凉快的时候,他便会给我们解释其实是因为墙壁厚,隔热好的原因,看的出来他对自己的行业是充满热情的,个人兴趣和职业达成完美的协调,这应该是E抑或是所有人成功的最大原因吧?
对总统府里面的照片,图画和文物,E也会驻足仔细观看,而且我吃惊的发现画面上的历史人物,他大多都耳熟能详,我虽然中学时选了历史,可是却从来没有放在心上,早就还给老师了,我这个翻译太不称职了。E甚至看过很多中国历史人物的传记,而且对中国历史的时间表也非常熟悉,看来他对中国的文化是非常感兴趣的,我很惊奇他有那么多时间阅读,而且有那么丰富的人文知识。中国学理工科的人大多是木讷难耐的,害人的文理分科啊!有很多地方都是他在给我讲解,而且幽默极了,我在惭愧的同时,发现周围的大叔大婶都在朝我看,一定是纳闷问什么这个翻译不给老外介绍,而是反过来了呢?这有什么啊,距离产生美,我欧洲史其实学的很好的,还有英美文学史,随便那个文学阶段及代表人物加主要作品我都很清楚的,到了国外我还不是知识渊博?
在孙中山纪念馆里,他仔细看了孙中山的一封亲笔信,看罢对我说,写的不错,但是有一些语法错误,我当时都要晕死了,这个人真是最求完美,我根本看不懂手写体。他看我疑惑便给我讲解了信的内容。
总统府里有一个美丽的花园,春意盎然,我们在那里略作停顿,E边欣赏边向我们介绍南方风格的小亭子,他在看到中国小孩总是会发出赞叹,还会和他们打招呼,老总问了E的孩子,他便给我们看了他儿子的照片,一个快3岁的金发碧眼的可爱小男孩,北京的设计师见状也拿他的手机给我们看照片,我凑过去一看,吓了一大跳,是个黑的发亮的大狗,原来是他家的藏獒,我还以为是他的儿子呢!
我一直惊讶于E的幽默感,因为一路上逗得我乐呵呵的,我们时常哈哈大笑,后来才觉得,可能他儿子还小吧,经常要哄儿子就练出来了吗?
April 17 There is something about his style i want to specify before i continue.He is all so entrepreneur and professional all at once.Black suit of a very fine materiel i know not which,maybe wool or organic cotton,or even delicate denim or the combination of all,because i am not familiar with men's style and haven't shopped for any male.Very soft and cozy to look at or even feel. Light pink shirt with thin strips not easily detectable.No tie as i remember,which explains why he is not intimidating and blends in some french causel style into this high rank executive slash talented designer slash master of art look.Black leather shoes just like any business guy and black normal computer bag.I know it may sounds weird his style reminds me of a scholarly professor ,professor Hammer,maybe that's the impression he wants to make,for he will give some lectures on his studies.for some moment i almost took him for my favourite professor,though his beautiful curly hair constantly tell me that he is not. April 16 我人生中的第一次会议口译,听起来是不是很有感觉呢?设计师E拿着话筒站在讲台上,他很关切地叫我入座第一排的观众席,因为我需要一听记笔记一边进行翻译。真的很有感觉,仿佛坐进了传说的同声传译的小包厢,哈哈!想不到我很快就进入了状态,E的演讲非常有节奏,停顿的基本恰到好处,难得有讲的尽兴的时候,停顿不够及时,也会对我说抱歉,我由于对演讲内容也产生了兴趣,发挥的很好,即使战线拉的太长,由于我笔记做的及时也能应付的过来。看来上海高级口译还真锻炼人。我被E的亲合自然深深打动了,一定不能辜负人家的信任才对。
第一个presentation是关于汇巢的室内设计的基本理念:主要就是来源与自然,环境友好等,以及如何跟客户打交道:要根据不同的客户打造不同的设计方案。E的演讲实在太精彩了,非常深入浅出,连我这种门外汉都没有遇到词汇障碍。
第二个presentation是他亲自设计的作品的图片和讲解:我看了一下,风格各异,有非常豪华的别墅,也有简单实用的北京白领公寓,还有北京的四合院,古建筑,这些设计有一个共同的特点,就是材料来源于自然,无毒无害,环境友好,还有很多是高节能的设计。我很惊讶他的客户面之广,有西班牙的古老别墅,德国老葡萄园,亚洲风情别墅,有一个客户的家里金碧辉煌,甚至连家庭电影院也是他一手打造的,真是传说中的富豪的别墅啊!还有一个客户家里的屋顶,墙面,地板和一切家具表面都是皮质的!
第三个presentation是关于他的零能源设计,也是他一直致力的研究领域。如此成功的国际大师竟然会热心于环保,节能,这是多么美好的心境啊!如果他只想发财的话,他的高端客户多的是。而且在欧洲很少有人相信这种设计,在中国,人们有更加开明的眼光,给他提供机会,所以他的这项研究卓有成效。所谓零能源,也就是房屋本身运作不需要能源,冬暖夏凉,不需要供热设备,也不需要空调,而且有不需要电的换气通道,真神奇,是吗?我当时完全惊为天人!有不少他设计成功的案例,大连的零能源的学校,北京的零能源四合院,瑞士的零能源度假屋,北京怀柔的零能源超市,深圳的ZTE样板间......当然还有很多技术性的问题,我就不一一陈述了。
在presentation的过程中,南京公司的设计师也提出了很多工作中的疑问,而E都一一表明的自己的观点,让我看到了中国设计与欧洲设计的大为不同。特别有一点是外国的设计师在设计的时候不会参考别人设计的书籍或者图纸,也没有中国设计师套用的各种风格,国外果然比较注重知识产权,而且他们以客户为主,结合原建筑的样式,每个作品都是全新打造的,设计师自己灵感和客户喜好的碰撞。
会议在不知不觉中已经结束了,我丝毫也感觉不到任何疲倦,E热情洋溢的演讲仿佛给我注入了无限的活力,而且我感觉自己在短时间里学到很多很多的东西!
(待续)
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