看得见风景的房间（英文全本）
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作者(英) 爱德华·摩根·福斯特著
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ISBN9787510082467
出版时间2014-10
装帧平装
开本32开
定价16.8元
货号23581689
上书时间2024-11-01
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导语摘要
《看得见风景的房间》是英国作家爱德华·摩根·福斯特于1908年发表的一部小说，是福斯特为浪漫、也为乐观的一部小说。讲述的是一位英国中上阶层的贵族少女露西到弗洛伦萨旅行期间，结识了英国人乔治，这一段旅行给露西的世界观带来了戏剧性的改变。两人在英国重逢之后，露西毅然决定解除之前的婚约，与乔治在一起。她通过与自身阶层的决裂，获得自由和快乐。这既是一部爱情小说，同时也是对20世纪初压抑虚伪的英国社会的批判。
作者简介
爱德华·摩根·福斯特（1879-1970），英国小说家、散文家。曾荣获英国最古老的文学奖——詹姆斯·泰特·布莱克纪念奖。美国艺术文学院设立E·M·福斯特奖来纪念这位伟大的作家。他反对资产阶级道德价值观念，倡导自由平等与人道精神。福斯特作品中的主人公几乎都是与原有阶级脱离，走向世俗社会价值观约束外的自由世界。
目录
PART ONE
CHAPTER 1 THE BERTOLINI
CHAPTER 2 IN SANTA CROCE WITH NO BAEDEKER
CHAPTER 3 MUSIC, VIOLETS, AND THE LETTER “S”
CHAPTER 4 FOURTH CHAPTER
CHAPTER 5 POSSIBILITIES OF A PLEASANT OUTING
CHAPTER 6 THE REVEREND ARTHUR BEEBE, THE REVEREND CUTHBERT EAGER, MR. EMERSON, MR. GEORGE EMERSON, MISS ELEANOR LAVISH, MISS CHARLOTTE BARTLETT, AND MISS LUCY HONEYCHURCH DRIVE OUT IN CARRIAGES TO SEE A VIEW; ITALIANS DRIVE THEM
CHAPTER 7 THEY RETURN
PART TWO
CHAPTER 8 MEDIAEVAL
CHAPTER 9 LUCY AS A WORK OF ART
CHAPTER 10 CECIL AS A HUMOURIST
CHAPTER 11 IN MRS. VYSE’S WELL-APPOINTED FLAT
CHAPTER 12 TWELFTH CHAPTER
CHAPTER 13 HOW MISS BARTLETT’S BOILER WAS SO TIRESOME
CHAPTER 14 HOW LUCY FACED THE EXTERNAL SITUATION BRAVELY
CHAPTER 15 THE DISASTER WITHIN
CHAPTER 16 LYING TO GEORGE
CHAPTER 17 LYING TO CECIL
CHAPTER 18 LYING TO MR. BEEBE, MRS. HONEYCHURCH, FREDDY, AND THE SERVANTS
CHAPTER 19 LYING TO MR. EMERSON
CHAPTER 20 THE END OF THE MIDDLE AGES
内容摘要
《看得见风景的房间》是英国作家爱德华·摩根·福斯特于1908年发表的一部小说，是福斯特最为浪漫、也最为乐观的一部小说。讲述的是一位英国中上阶层的贵族少女露西到弗洛伦萨旅行期间，结识了英国人乔治，这一段旅行给露西的世界观带来了戏剧性的改变。两人在英国重逢之后，露西毅然决定解除之前的婚约，与乔治在一起。她通过与自身阶层的决裂，获得自由和快乐。这既是一部爱情小说，同时也是对20世纪初压抑虚伪的英国社会的批判。
主编推荐
爱德华·摩根·福斯特（1879-1970），英国小说家、散文家。曾荣获英国古老的文学奖——詹姆斯·泰特·布莱克纪念奖。美国艺术文学院设立E·M·福斯特奖来纪念这位伟大的作家。他反对资产阶级道德价值观念，倡导自由平等与人道精神。福斯特作品中的主人公几乎都是与原有阶级脱离，走向世俗社会价值观约束外的自由世界。
精彩内容
Miss Bartlett was unequal to the bath. All her barbed civilities came forth wrong end first. Young Mr. Emerson scored a notable triumph to the delight of Mr. Beebe and to the secret delight of Lucy.
“Poor young man!” said Miss Bartlett, as soon as he had gone. “How angry he is with his father about the rooms! It is all he can do to keep polite.”
“In half an hour or so your rooms will be ready,” said Mr. Beebe. Then looking rather thoughtfully at the two cousins, he retired to his own rooms, to write up his philosophic diary.
“Oh, dear!” breathed the little old lady, and shuddered as if all the winds of heaven had entered the apartment. “Gentlemen sometimes do not realize – ” Her voice faded away, but Miss Bartlett seemed to understand and a conversation developed, in which gentlemen who did not thoroughly realize played a principal part. Lucy, not realizing either, was reduced to literature. Taking up Baedeker’s Handbook to Northern Italy, she committed to memory the most important dates of Florentine History. For she was determined to enjoy herself on the morrow. Thus the half-hour crept profitably away, and at last Miss Bartlett rose with a sigh, and said:
“I think one might venture now. No, Lucy, do not stir. I will superintend the move.”
“How you do do everything,” said Lucy.
“Naturally, dear. It is my affair.”
“But I would like to help you.”
“No, dear.”
Charlotte’s energy! And her unselfishness! She had been thus all her life, but really, on this Italian tour, she was surpassing herself. So Lucy felt, or strove to feel. And yet – there was a rebellious spirit in her which wondered whether the acceptance might not have been less delicate and more beautiful. At all events, she entered her own room without any feeling of joy.
“I want to explain,” said Miss Bartlett, “why it is that I have taken the largest room. Naturally, of course, I should have given it to you; but I happen to know that it belongs to the young man, and I was sure your mother would not like it.”
Lucy was bewildered.
“If you are to accept a favour it is more suitable you should be under an obligation to his father than to him. I am a woman of the world, in my small way, and I know where things lead to. However, Mr. Beebe is a guarantee of a sort that they will not presume on this.”
“Mother wouldn’t mind, I’m sure,” said Lucy, but again had the sense of larger and unsuspected issues.
Miss Bartlett only sighed, and enveloped her in a protecting embrace as she wished her good-night. It gave Lucy the sensation of a fog, and when she reached her own room she opened the window and breathed the clean night air, thinking of the kind old man who had enabled her to see the lights dancing in the Arno and the cypresses of San Miniato, and the foot-hills of the Apennines, black against the rising moon.
Miss Bartlett, in her room, fastened the window-shutters and locked the door, and then made a tour of the apartment to see where the cupboards led, and whether there were any oubliettes or secret entrances. It was then that she saw, pinned up over the washstand, a sheet of paper on which was scrawled an enormous note of interrogation. Nothing more.
“What does it mean?” she thought, and she examined it carefully by the light of a candle. Meaningless at first, it gradually became menacing, obnoxious, portentous with evil. She was seized with an impulse to destroy it, but fortunately remembered that she had no right to do so, since it must be the property of young Mr. Emerson. So she unpinned it carefully, and put it between two pieces of blotting-paper to keep it clean for him. Then she completed her inspection of the room, sighed heavily according to her habit, and went to bed.……
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