儿子和情人
2010-1
中央编译出版社
D.H.劳伦斯
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《儿子和情人》产生于20世纪初叶，背景是英国诺丁汉郡矿工们的生活。矿工瓦尔特原本性格开朗，充满活力，后因酗酒而日渐沉沦。妻子格特鲁德失望之余，转而将希望寄托在两个儿子身上，长子威廉又不幸早夭，遂对次子保罗产生了强烈的感情。面对情感变态的母亲，以及两个各有其不同恋爱观的女友，年轻的保罗一时颇感迷惘。 具有半自传性的《儿子和情人》生动、广泛地描绘了现代工业文明背后普通工人的境遇，然而角度的确十分独特，作者意在探索两性之间的关系，正如评论家所指出的，小说中表现了作者内心隐藏着的俄狄浦斯情结，其中的主线之一便是以劳伦斯与杰茜的私情为蓝本。此书初步显示了劳伦斯作为现代性爱小说之父，风靡文坛90年，魅力不减，至今仍为广大读者所喜爱。
D.H. Lawrence（1885-i93o）wasborn into a coal-mining family inEngland, he befriended a localfamily whose interest in literaturematched his own. Encouraged bythis support and connection,Lawrence began to write poemsand short stories as he returnedto work, this time as a teacher.With his career taking off,Lawrence endured several yearsof personal ups and downs,including the death of his motherand the beginning of arelationship with a marriedwoman, who, once divorced,would become his wife. Poorhealth cut short his prolificwriting, but the works thatLawrence created, such as Sonsand Lovers, Women in Love, LadyChatterley's Lover, The Lost Girl,and The Rainbow, brought a newenergy to eoth century literature.
Part One CHAPTER I THE EARLY MARRIED LIFE OF THE MORELS.. CHAPTER II THE BIRTH OF PAUL, AND ANOTHER BATTLE CHAPTER III THE CASTING OFF OF MOREL--THE TAKING ON OF WILLIAM CHAPTER IV THE YOUNG LIFE OF PAUL CHAPTER V PAUL LAUNCHES INTO LIFE CHAPTER VI DEATH IN THE FAMILYPart Two CHAPTER VII LAD-AND-GIRL LOVE CHAPTER VIII STRIFE IN LOVE CHAPTER IX DEFEAT OF MIRIAM CHAPTER X CLARA CHAPTER XI THE TEST ON MIRIAM CHAPTER XII PASSION CHAPTER XIII BAXTER DAWES CHAPTER XIV THE RELEASE CHAPTER XV DERELICT
She hurried out of the side garden to the front, where she could stand as if in an immense gulf of white light, the moon streaming high in face of her, the moonlight standing up from the hills in front, and filling the valley where the Bottoms crouched, almost blindingly. There, panting and half weeping in reaction from the stress, she murmured to herself over and over again: 'The nuisance！ The nuisance！'She became aware of something about her. With an effort she roused herself to see what it was that penetrated her consciousness. The tall white lilies were reeling in the moonlight, and the air was charged with their perfume, as with a presence. Mrs. Morel gasped slightly in fear. She touched the big, pallid flowers on their petals, then shivered. They seemed to be stretching in the moonlight. She put her hand into one white bin: the gold scarcely showed on her fingers by moonlight. She bent down to look at the binful of yellow pollen; but it only appeared dusky. Then she drank a deep draught of the scent. It almost made her dizzy.Mrs. Morel leaned on the garden gate, looking out, and she lost herself awhile. She did not know what she thought. Except for a slight feeling of sickness, and her consciousness in the child, herself melted out like scent into the shiny, pale air. After a time the child, too, melted with her in the mixing-pot of moonlight, and she rested with the hills and lilies and houses, all swum together in a kind of Swoon.Over them, and right across the garden. Following it with her eye roused her. A few whiffs of the raw, strong scent of phlox invigorated her. She passed along the path, hesitating at the white rosebush. It smelled sweet and simple. She touched the white ruffles of the roses. Their fresh scent and cool, softleaves reminded her of the morning-time and sunshine. Shewas very fond of them. But she was tired, and wanted tosleep. In the mysterious out-of-doors she felt forlorn. There was no noise anywhere. Evidently the childrenhad not been wakened, or had gone to sleep again. A train,three miles away, roared across the valley. The night wasvery large, and very strange, stretching its hoary distancesinfinitely. And out of the silver-gray fog of darkness camesounds vague and hoarse: a corncrake not far off, sound of atrain like a sigh, and distant shouts of men. Her quietened heart beginning to beat quickly again,she hurried down the side garden to the back of the house. Softly she lifted the latch; the door was still bolted, and hard against her. She rapped gently, waited, then rapped again. She must not rouse the children, nor the neighbours. He must be asleep, and he would not wake easily. Her heart began to burn to be indoors. She clung to the door-handle. Now it was cold; she would take a chill, and in her present condition！Putting her apron over her head and her arms, she hurried again to the side garden, to the window of the kitchen. Leaning on the sill, she could just see, under the blind, her husband's arms spread out on the table, and his black head on the board. He was sleeping with his face lying on the table. Something in his attitude made her feel tired of things. The lamp was burning smokily; she could tell by the copper.colour of the light. She tapped at the window more and more noisily. Almost it seemed as if the glass would break. Still he did not wake up.After vain efforts she began to shiver partly from contact with the stone and from exhaustion. Fearful always for the unborn child, she wondered what she could do for warmth. She went down to the coal-house, where was an old hearthrug she had carried out for the rag-man the day before. This she wrapped over her shoulders. It was warm if grimy. Then she walked up and down the garden path peeping every now and then under the blind, knocking and telling herself that in the end the very strain of his position must wake him. At last after about an hour, she rapped long and low at the window. Gradually the sound penetrated to him. When~ in despair, she had ceased to tap she saw him stir then lift his face blindly. The labouring of his heart hurt him into consciousness. She rapped imperatively at the window. He started awake. Instantly she saw his fists set and his eyes glare. He had not a grain of physical fear. If it had been twenty burglars, he would have gone blindly for them. He glared round, bewildered~ but prepared to fight.
Individual longings clash with the harshrealities of life in a poor coal-mining town in D.H. Lawrence's Sons andLovers. GertrudeCoppard is a well-to-do woman whose heartleads her to Walter Morel, a miner who isunable to offer her the lifestyle she has alwaysknown. Love cannot blunt the sharpfrustrations of their meager existence, and thetwo people drift apart. Gertrude focuses herenergies on her children, young William andhis brother Paul.A semi-autobiographical story, Sons andLovers is a strikingly honest and stark look atthe relationships that wither and those thatthrive, for better or for worse, in the extremeand unforgiving realm of working-class life.“THE BOTTOMS"succeeded to ”Hell Row."HeU Row was a blockof thatched, bulging cottages that stood by the brookside on GreenhiELane. There lived the colliers who worked in the little gin-pits twcfields away The brook ran under the alder trees, scarcely soiled bythese small mines, whose coal was drawn to the surface by donkey.,that plodded wearily in a circle round a gin. And all over thecountryside were these same pits, some of which had been worked irthe time of Charles II, the few colliers and thedonkeys burrowin~down like ants into the earth, making queermounds and little black places among the corn-fields and the meadows. And the Cottages ofthese coal-miners, in blocks and pairs-here andthere, together with odd farms and homes ofthe stockingers, straying over the Parish, formedthe village of Bestwood. 同名英文原版书火热销售中：Sons and Lovers
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儿子和情人，此书内容很好
包装很精美，喜欢劳伦斯的文字
对于不学外语专业的人来说很有难度,要有挑战精神,不过仔细的杜下去还是对外语很有帮助的,对于小说的理解还是原汁原味比较好,建议由时间可以试试的.印刷不错.
老师推荐必看数目，看了之后还要写阅读笔记。很好的书，需要细细品味
看不太懂，但纸质印刷很好，继续好好学英语。。。
还没读 但是包装精美 印刷不错 O(∩_∩)O~
封面设计和内容字体的大小纸质都很满意 看起来很舒服
典藏版本，不容错过
一本送人的书.反应挺不错的.
好书不用说，制作精良，喜欢喜欢。
很喜欢书的封面 感觉挺值得 很厚的一本书 印刷很清晰
暑假花了一个月把它看完的~~~~~~~~~ 有点难！内容不错。中央编译出版的书都不错，纸质好，排版也好，看得舒服。
很不错，包装也行，买到原著感觉不错，纸张很好···
简直在考验我的英语水平，不过感觉挺好的，有了学英语的动力
还没读，不过装帧和内页排版都很好，看着很舒服
总体上很不错，书的质量很好。
书没有问题，快递的服务态度非常恶劣，还说我妈，过分啦！！！