产品特色

编辑推荐

《THE GREAT GATSBY：了不起的盖茨比（英文朗读版）》20世纪美国著名小说家F·S·菲茨杰拉德代表作，被视为美国文学“爵士时代”的象征，曾入选20世纪百部英文小说，20世纪50年代后的数十年间一度成为美国高中、大学文学课的标准教材。本书为英文原版，同时配以外教朗读，在感受原著风貌的同时，提升英语阅读水平。

内容简介

《了不起的盖茨比（英文朗读版）》首次出版于1925年，20世纪美国著名小说家F·S·菲茨杰拉德代表作，被视为美国文学“爵士时代”的象征，20世纪50年代后的数十年间一度成为美国高中、大学文学课的标准教材。小说以未成名作家尼克的视角出发，全面展现了美国20年代纸醉金迷的上层社会生活，人与人之间的虚情寡义，以及“美国梦”在幻想、爱情与谎言中的破灭。

Described as "the great American novel", The Great Gatsby has become a standard text for generations of American students and one of the most beloved books of all time.

First published on April 10, 1925, The Great Gatsby is set on Long Island's NorthShore and in New York City during the summer of 1922. It is a critique of the American Dream. The novel takes place following the First World War. American society enjoyed having unprecedented levels of prosperity during the "roaring" 1920s as the economy soared. At the same time, Prohibition, the ban on the sale and manufacture of alcohol as mandated by the Eighteenth Amendment, made millionaires out of bootleggers. After its republishing in 1945 and 1953, it quickly found a wide readership and is today widely regarded as a paragon of the Great American Novel, and a literary classic. The Great Gatsby has become a standard text in high school and university courses on American literature in countries around the world, and is ranked second in the Modern Library's lists of the 100 Best Novels of the 20th Century.

作者简介

F.S.菲茨杰拉德，美国长篇小说、短篇小说作家，20世纪伟大的美国作家之一。《了不起的盖茨比》为其代表作，此书堪称美国社会缩影的经典代表，描述了1920年代美国人在歌舞升平中空虚、享乐、矛盾的精神与思想。菲茨杰拉德一生被两样东西所困：一是才华，一是金钱，他都曾一度拥有，最后又全部失去。菲茨杰拉德死的时候，评论家都批评他生活腐化、自暴自弃，所以短寿，浪费了自己的才华。菲茨杰拉德一生著有《人间天堂》、《美与孽》、《了不起的盖茨比》、《夜色温柔》、《最后的大亨》及一百七十多篇短篇小说。

内页插图

精彩书摘

　　Chapter 1
　　In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.
　　“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
　　He didn’t say any more but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought—frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon—for the intimate revelations of young men or at least the terms in which they express them are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.
　　And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament” —it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
　　My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this middle-western city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a clan and we have a tradition that we’re descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather’s brother who came here in fiftyone, sent a substitute to the Civil War and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.
　　I never saw this great-uncle but I’m supposed to look like him—with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in Father’s office. I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly that I came back restless. Instead of being the warm center of the world the middle-west now seemed like the ragged edge of the universe— so I decided to go east and learn the bond business. Everybody I knew was in the bond business so I supposed it could support one more single man. All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep-school for me and finally said, “Why—ye-es” with very grave, hesitant faces. Father agreed to finance me for a year and after various delays I came east, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.
　　The practical thing was to find rooms in the city but it was a warm season and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town it sounded like a great idea. He found the house, a weather beaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington and I went out to the country alone. I had a dog, at least I had him for a few days until he ran away, and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove.
　　……

前言/序言

挺便宜的吧。。太久没看书了。。买来充实下自己。。

我为什么喜欢在京东买东西，因为今天买明天就可以送到。我为什么每个商品的评价都一样，因为在京东买的东西太多太多了，导致积累了很多未评价的订单，所以我统一用段话作为评价内容。京东购物这么久，有买到很好的产品

凑单买的，挺实惠的价格。京东活动很给力，买到停不下来。自己覆了膜，以免损坏。

物流很快，书角有轻微变形

整体还不错，就是封皮有点污迹，大概中等字典大小，价格不错

有点难

非常感谢，图书的品质都非常好。物流的送货的也非常快捷，然后送货员的态度也是。

商品质量很好，很满意，配送速度快啊，而且配送员态度也非常好。

非常好，全英文的，有容量的一本书，希望有帮助