八月之光:英文版
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作者福克纳
出版社中央编译出版社
ISBN9787511715838
出版时间2012-07
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货号8119963
上书时间2023-12-07
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导语摘要
《八月之光》(1932年)是威廉·福克纳最重要、最具挑战性、研究最为广泛的小说之一，不但需要从多角度进行研究，还需要研究者具有广泛的学术研究阐释方法技巧。五位杰出的评论家在本书中为读者奉献了不同研究方法视角的论述，讨论了小说的写作以及在全部福克纳作品中的位置，以及小说的结构和叙述技巧，所描述的社会中关于宗教、种族和性的观念，对女人的呈现和对性别问题的处理，如小说人物乔·克里斯默思的“英雄”的社会、道德含义。每位作者都努力实现双重的目的：文章清晰直接，以使更多潜在读者领会接受；同时，观点新鲜原创，以提高包括那些甚至完全熟悉现有评论的读者对《八月之光（英文版）》的理解乃至对全部福克纳作品的理解。
作者简介
（WilliamFaulkner）（1897-1962），AmericanwriterandNobelPrizelaureatefromOxford，Mississippi.Heisprimarilyknownandacclaimedforhisnovelsandshortstories，manyofwhicharesetinthefictionalYoknapatawphaCounty，asettingFaulknercreatedbasedonLafayetteCounty，wherehespentmostofhislife.
目录
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
About the Author
内容摘要
He takes the team out and waters and stalls and feeds them，
and lets the cows in from the pasture. Then he goes to the kitchen.
She is still there， the gray woman with a cold， harsh， irascible
face， who bore five children in six years and raised them to man-
and womanhood. She is not idle. He does not look at her. He goes to
the sink and fills a pan from the pail and turns his sleeves back.
"Her name is Burch，" he says. &At least that s what she says
the fellow s name is that she is hunting for. Lucas Burch. Somebody
told her back down the road a ways that he is in Jefl:erson now" He
begins to wash， his back to her. "She come all the way from
Alabama， alone and afoot， she says." Mrs. Armstid does not look
around. She is busy at the table. "She s going to quit being alone
a good while before she sees Alabama again，" she says.
"Or that fellow Burch either， I reckon." He is quite busy at the
sink， with the soap and water. And he can feel her looking at him，
at the back of his head， his shoulders in the shirt of sweatfaded
blue. "She says that somebody down at Samson s told her there is a
fellow named Burch or something working at the planing
millinjefferson."
"And she expects to find him there. Waiting. With the house all
furnished and all."
He cannot tell from her voice if she is watching him or not now.
He towels himselfwith a split floursack. "Maybe she will. Ifit s
running away from her he s after， I reckon he s going to find out
he made a bad mistake when he stopped before he put the Mississippi
River between them." And now he knows that she is watching him: the
gray woman not plump and not thin， manhard， workhard， in a
serviceable gray garment worn savage and brusque， her hands on her
hips， her face like those of generals who have been defeated in
battle.
"You men， she says.
"What do you want to do about it? Turn her out? Let her sleep in
the barn maybe?"
"You men，" she says. "You durn men."
They enter the kitchen together， though Mrs. Armstid is in front.
She goes straight to the stove. Lena stands just within the door.
Her head is uncovered now， her hair combed smooth. Even the blue
garment looks freshened and rested. She looks on while Mrs. Armstid
at the stove clashes the metal lids and handles the sticks of wood
with the abrupt savageness of a man. "I would like to help，" Lena
says.
Mrs.Armstid does not look around. She clashes the stove savagely
"You stay where you are. You keep off your feet now， and you II
keep off your back a while longer maybe."
"It would be a beholden kindness to let me help."
"You stay where you are. I been doing this three times a day for
thirty years now. The time when I needed help with it is done
passed." She is busy at the stove， not backlooking. Armstid says
your name is Burch." "Yes，" the other says. Her voice is quite
grave now， quite quiet. She sits quite still， her hands motionless
upon her lap. And Mrs. Armstid does not look around either. She is
still busy at the stove. It appears to require an amount of
attention out of all proportion to the savage finality with which
she built the fire. It appears to engage as much of her attention
as if it were an expensive watch.
"Is your name Burch yet?" Mrs. Armstid says.
The young woman does not answer at once. Mrs. Armstid does not
rattle the stove now though her back is still toward the younger
woman.
Then she turns. They look at one another， suddenly naked，
watching one another: the young woman in the chair， with her neat
hair and her inert hands upon her lap， and the older one beside the
stove， turning， motionless too， with a savage screw of gray hair at
the base of her skull and a face that might have been carved in
sandstone. Then the younger one speaks.
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精彩内容
SITT ING beside the road,watching the wagon mount the hill toward her,Lena thinks,“I have come from Alabama:a fur piece.All the way from Alabama a-walking.A fur piece.”Thinking although I have not been quite a month on the road I am already in Mississippi,further from home than I have ever been before.I am now further from Doane’s Mill than I have been since I was twelve years old.
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