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出版社：天津人民出版社

ISBN：9787201083728

版次：1

商品编码：11334952

品牌：Holybird

包装：平装

开本：32开

出版时间：2013-10-01

用纸：胶版纸

页数：784

正文语种：英文

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　　这本《101 Classic Short Stories：经典小说101篇》按全英文版出版，西方流行口袋本。共收集了欧·亨利、杰克·伦敦、霍桑、契诃夫等数十位西方著名短篇小说家的代表作与经典名篇，全书共101篇。读者可以通过书上指定的网址，通过微盘免费下载配套的英文朗读文件，边听边读，感受地道英语文学之乐趣。对于英语学习者来讲，这是一本优秀的英语文学精读手册。

　　This outstanding collection features 101 short stories by great writers from America， the United Kingdom， Russian， and other countries. Ranging from the 19th to the 20th centuries， writers include O. Henry， Jack London， Nathaniel Hawthorne， Mark Twain， Edgar Allen Poe， Anton Chekhov， James Joyce ， Ambrose Bierce， Franz Kafka， and other major writers of world literature. Such a wonderfully wide-ranging and enjoyable anthology！

　　Invest just a few minutes in a great short story and you may be rewarded with a lesson or memory that lasts a lifetime. And it’s not just the short stories； the authors can also surprise you. We hope that you will return to this collection again and again； to re-read these classic favorites and train your literature mind.

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　　AFTER TWENTY YEARS

　　By O. Henry

　　The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were few. The time was barely 10 o’clock at night, but chilly gusts of wind with a taste of rain in them had well nigh de-peopled the streets.

　　Trying doors as he went, twirling his club with many intricate and artful movements, turning now and then to cast his watchful eye adown the pacific thoroughfare, the officer, with his stalwart form and slight swagger, made a fine picture of a guardian of the peace. The vicinity was one that kept early hours. Now and then you might see the lights of a cigar store or of an all-night lunch counter; but the majority of the doors belonged to business places that had long since been closed.

　　When about midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowed his walk. In the doorway of a darkened hardware store a man leaned, with an unlighted cigar in his mouth. As the policeman walked up to him the man spoke up quickly.

　　“It’s all right, officer,” he said, reassuringly. “I’m just waiting for a friend. It’s an appointment made twenty years ago. Sounds a little funny to you, doesn’t it? Well, I’ll explain if you'd like to make certain it’s all straight. About that long ago there used to be a restaurant where this store stands—'Big Joe’ Brady’s restaurant.”

　　“Until five years ago,” said the policeman. “It was torn down then.”

　　The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The light showed a pale, square-jawed face with keen eyes, and a little white scar near his right eyebrow. His scarfpin was a large diamond, oddly set.

　　“Twenty years ago to-night,” said the man, “I dined here at ‘Big Joe’ Brady’s with Jimmy Wells, my best chum, and the finest chap in the world. He and I were raised here in New York, just like two brothers, together. I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. The next morning I was to start for the West to make my fortune. You couldn’t have dragged Jimmy out of New York; he thought it was the only place on earth. Well, we agreed that night that we would meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come. We figured that in twenty years each of us ought to have our destiny worked out and our fortunes made, whatever they were going to be.”

　　“It sounds pretty interesting,” said the policeman. “Rather a long time between meets, though, it seems to me. Haven’t you heard from your friend since you left?”

　　“Well, yes, for a time we corresponded,” said the other. “But after a year or two we lost track of each other. You see, the West is a pretty big proposition, and I kept hustling around over it pretty lively. But I know Jimmy will meet me here if he’s alive, for he always was the truest, stanchest old chap in the world. He'll never forget. I came a thousand miles to stand in this door to-night, and it’s worth it if my old partner turns up.”

　　The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch, the lids of it set with small diamonds.

　　“Three minutes to ten,” he announced. “It was exactly ten o’clock when we parted here at the restaurant door.”

　　“Did pretty well out West, didn’t you?” asked the policeman.

　　“You bet! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a kind of plodder, though, good fellow as he was. I’ve had to compete with some of the sharpest wits going to get my pile. A man gets in a groove in New York. It takes the West to put a razor-edge on him.”

　　The policeman twirled his club and took a step or two.

　　“I’ll be on my way. Hope your friend comes around all right. Going to call time on him sharp?”

　　“I should say not!” said the other. “I’ll give him half an hour at least. If Jimmy is alive on earth he'll be here by that time. So long, officer.”

　　“Good-night, sir,” said the policeman, passing on along his beat, trying doors as he went.

　　There was now a fine, cold drizzle falling, and the wind had risen from its uncertain puffs into a steady blow. The few foot passengers astir in that quarter hurried dismally and silently along with coat collars turned high and pocketed hands. And in the door of the hardware store the man who had come a thousand miles to fill an appointment, uncertain almost to absurdity, with the friend of his youth, smoked his cigar and waited.

　　About twenty minutes he waited, and then a tall man in a long overcoat, with collar turned up to his ears, hurried across from the opposite side of the street. He went directly to the waiting man.

　　“Is that you, Bob?” he asked, doubtfully.

　　“Is that you, Jimmy Wells?” cried the man in the door.

　　“Bless my heart!” exclaimed the new arrival, grasping both the other’s hands with his own. “It’s Bob, sure as fate. I was certain I’d find you here if you were still in existence. Well, well, well!—twenty years is a long time. The old restaurant’s gone, Bob; I wish it had lasted, so we could have had another dinner there. How has the West treated you, old man?”

　　“Bully; it has given me everything I asked it for. You’ve changed lots, Jimmy. I never thought you were so tall by two or three inches.”

　　“Oh, I grew a bit after I was twenty.”

　　“Doing well in New York, Jimmy?”

　　“Moderately. I have a position in one of the city departments. Come on, Bob; we'll go around to a place I know of, and have a good long talk about old times.”

　　The two men started up the street, arm in arm. The man from the West, his egotism enlarged by success, was beginning to outline the history of his career. The other, submerged in his overcoat, listened with interest.

　　At the corner stood a drug store, brilliant with electric lights. When they came into this glare each of them turned simultaneously to gaze upon the other’s face.

　　The man from the West stopped suddenly and released his arm.

　　“You’re not Jimmy Wells,” he snapped. “Twenty years is a long time, but not long enough to change a man’s nose from a Roman to a pug.”

　　“It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one,” said the tall man. “You’ve been under arrest for ten minutes, ‘silky’ Bob. Chicago thinks you may have dropped over our way and wires us she wants to have a chat with you. Going quietly, are you? That’s sensible. Now, before we go on to the station here’s a note I was asked to hand you. You may read it here at the window. It’s from Patrolman Wells.”

　　The man from the West unfolded the little piece of paper handed him. His hand was steady when he began to read, but it trembled a little by the time he had finished. The note was rather short.

　　Bob: I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck the match to light your cigar I saw it was the face of the man wanted in Chicago. Somehow I couldn’t do it myself, so I went around and got a plain clothes man to do the job.

　　JIMMY.

　　……

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老实讲，我并不是一个对文学史有深入研究的人，所以很多故事对我来说是第一次接触，阅读体验就等同于在品尝从未尝试过的新鲜食材。这本书最让我惊喜的一点是其包容性。它没有将目光仅仅局限在那些教科书上反复出现的“标准答案”式作家身上，而是巧妙地穿插了一些风格迥异、甚至略带边缘化的声音。这使得整套书的阅读体验像是在参与一场盛大的、跨越世纪的文学沙龙。你可能会在同一天内，从一个描绘十九世纪乡间生活的田园牧歌式故事，无缝切换到一个探讨现代都市疏离感的、略带荒诞色彩的作品。这种并置产生了奇妙的化学反应，让我能够更清晰地看到文学是如何随着时代变迁而自我革新的。它不是一本静态的陈列，而是一个动态的对话过程。虽然有些故事的语言风格确实需要我反复回味，但正是这种挑战，让我感觉自己的阅读“肌肉”得到了锻炼。

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我通常习惯于一次只专注于一本书，但这部合集的设计——那种可以随时抽出一篇，读完便可放下——极大地适应了我碎片化的生活节奏。我常常在通勤的地铁上、午休的间隙，甚至是睡前十分钟，随手翻开一页。这种随机性带来了一种独特的阅读乐趣，你永远不知道下一篇会把你带到何方：是寒冷的西伯利亚荒原，还是灯红酒绿的巴黎街头；是战火纷飞的年代，还是和平年代的内心挣扎。这种多变性有效避免了长时间阅读带来的疲劳感。而且，由于篇幅短小，即使是那些主题较为沉重或结构略显晦涩的作品，也因为其短暂的篇幅而变得更容易消化。这本书更像是一个永不枯竭的知识和情感的宝库，每次光顾，总能带走一些新的感悟，或者只是纯粹享受了一段被精心打磨过的文字的时光。它已经成为了我书架上那个“需要充电”时会自然而然伸手去拿的伙伴。

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说实话，刚开始接触这套汇编时，我的期待值其实是比较低的，我总觉得这种“大杂烩”式的选集难免会有很多凑数的篇章，质量难以保证一致性。但事实是，这份编辑的用心程度令人称赞。它似乎不仅仅是简单地罗列了名家名作，更像是在构建一个文学的“万花筒”。我发现自己不仅仅是在阅读故事本身，更是在观察不同文化、不同社会背景下，人类共同的情感母题是如何以千姿百态的形式呈现出来的。有些篇章的叙事节奏极其缓慢，像老式留声机里播放出的悠扬曲调，需要静下心来才能捕捉到每一个音符的含义；而另一些则像一场突如其来的暴风雨，情节紧凑，高潮迭起，让人几乎屏住呼吸直到最后一句话。这种节奏上的巨大反差，使得阅读过程充满了新鲜感，每一次翻页都像是在进行一次未知的探险。它拓宽了我对“短篇小说”这一文学形式的理解边界，让我意识到，原来在短短几千字内，可以蕴含如此广阔的宇宙。

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这部厚厚的精装本，当我第一次把它抱回家时，那种沉甸甸的分量就预示着一场漫长的阅读旅程。封面设计得相当朴实，没有太多花哨的装饰，反而流露出一种老派的、值得信赖的气质。我原本以为会有些枯燥，毕竟“经典”这个词听起来就意味着需要耐着性子去啃那些我可能不太熟悉的年代背景和语言风格。然而，一旦翻开扉页，那种立刻被拉入另一个世界的魔力就展现出来了。这些故事，有些我过去在学校的选修课上依稀接触过，但绝大多数对我来说都是全新的体验。它们像一个个精致的玻璃瓶，里面封装着不同时代的香气和情感。有的故事探讨的是人性深处的幽微之处，比如嫉妒、牺牲和那些无法言说的秘密；而有的则纯粹是关于生活中的小确幸或突如其来的悲剧，描绘得极其细腻真实，让你忍不住代入其中，感同身受。我尤其喜欢那些篇幅适中的作品，它们在有限的篇幅内将人物的弧光勾勒得淋漓尽致，结尾处的留白引人深思，读完后常常需要合上书本，望着天花板消化好一阵子。这种沉浸式的阅读体验，远超我当初的预期。

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我是一个典型的“情节驱动型”读者，过去我更偏爱那些结构复杂、悬念迭起的长篇小说。因此，面对这本收录了上百篇作品的选集，我做好了可能随时会感到厌倦的准备。然而，这部作品集以一种出乎意料的方式抓住了我的注意力。那些篇幅较短的故事，像是精准切割的钻石，每一面都闪烁着独特的光芒。我发现，编辑在选择这些作品时，似乎非常注重作品本身的“文学密度”。那些看似简单的日常对话，细品之下却暗藏着深意，角色之间的张力往往建立在那些没有说出口的言辞和眼神的交汇之中。我常常为作者们如何仅用寥寥数语就塑造出一个栩栩如生、让人过目不忘的形象而感到惊叹。例如，有篇描写一位老妇人对一只流浪猫的执着，那种细腻的感情描绘，比某些鸿篇巨制中的爱情描写还要动人。这本书让我开始重新审视阅读的效率与深度之间的关系，它证明了精炼的力量。

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纯原版没译文字迹清楚不错

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阅读的好教材，提高阅读速度，增长知识面。

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书挺厚，印刷质量还行，期待能慢慢看好这本书，能有提高哦，加油

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京东阅读看到的，电子版看不过瘾就得买纸质的，特别棒，送货小哥也特别赞！

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平时时间都是碎片，利用碎片时间看短篇的小说很适合。

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孩子的一个学霸同学推荐的，但读下去需要毅力