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First published in 1899, this beautiful, brief novel so disturbed critics and the public that it was banished for decades afterward. Now widely read and admired, The Awakening has been hailed as an early vision of woman's emancipation. This sensuous book tells of a woman's abandonment of her family, her seduction, and her awakening to desires and passions that threated to consumer her. Originally entitled "A Solitary Soul," this portrait of twenty-eight-year-old Edna Pontellier is a landmark in American fiction, rooted firmly in the romantic tradition of Herman Melville and Emily Dickinson. Here, a woman in search of self-discovery turns away from convention and society, and toward the primal, from convention and society, and toward the primal, irresistibly attracted to nature and the sensesThe Awakening, Kate Chopin's last novel, has been praised by Edmund Wilson as "beautifully written." And Willa Cather described its style as "exquisite," "sensitive," and "iridescent." This edition of The Awakening also includes a selection of short stories by Kate Chopin.

"This seems to me a higher order of feminism than repeating the story of woman as victim... Kate Chopin gives her female protagonist the central role, normally reserved for Man, in a meditation on identity and culture, consciousness and art."

作者簡介

Kate Chopin (1850–1904) was born in St. Louis. She moved to Louisiana where she wrote two novels and numerous stories. Because The Awakening was widely condemned, publication of Chopin’s third story collection was cancelled. The Awakening was rediscovered by scholars in the 1960s and 1970s and is her best-known work.

精彩書摘

Chapter 1
A green and yellow parrot, which hung in a cage outside the door, kept repeating over and over:

"Allez vous-en! Allez vous-en! Sapristi! That's all right!"

He could speak a little Spanish, and also a language which nobody understood, unless it was the mockingbird that hung on the other side of the door, whistling his fluty notes out upon the breeze with maddening persistence.

Mr. Pontellier, unable to read his newspaper with any degree of comfort, arose with an expression and an exclamation of disgust. He walked down the gallery and across the narrow "bridges" which connected the Lebrun cottages one with the other. He had been seated before the door of the main house. The parrot and the mockingbird were the property of Madame Lebrun, and they had the right to make all the noise they wished. Mr. Pontellier had the privilege of quitting their society when they ceased to be entertaining.

He stopped before the door of his own cottage, which was the fourth one from the main building and next to the last. Seating himself in a wicker rocker which was there, he once more applied himself to the task of reading the newspaper. The day was Sunday, the paper was a day old. The Sunday papers had not yet reached Grand Isle. He was already acquainted with the market reports, and he glanced restlessly over the editorials and bits of news which he had not had time to read before quitting New Orleans the day before.

Mr. Pontellier wore eye-glasses. He was a man of forty, of medium height and rather slender build; he stooped a little. His hair was brown and straight, parted on one side. His beard was neatly and closely trimmed.

Once in a while he withdrew his glance from the newspaper and looked about him. There was more noise than ever over at the house. The main building was called "the house," to distinguish it from the cottages. The chattering and whistling birds were still at it. Two young girls, the Farival twins, were playing a duet from "Zanipa" upon the piano. Madame Lebrun was bustling in and out, giving orders in a high key to a yard-boy whenever she got inside the house, and directions in an equally high voice to a dining-room servant whenever she got outside. She was a fresh, pretty woman, clad always in white with elbow sleeves. Her starched skirts crinkled as she came and went. Farther down, before one of the cottages, a lady in black was walking demurely up and down, telling her beads. A good many persons of the pension had gone over to the Chênière Caminada in Beaudelet's lugger to hear mass. Some young people were out under the water-oaks playing croquet. Mr. Pontellier's two children were there -- sturdy little fellows of four and five. A quadroon nurse followed them about with a faraway, meditative air.

Mr. Pontellier finally fit a cigar and began to smoke, letting the paper drag idly from his hand. He fixed his gaze upon a white sunshade that was advancing at snail's pace from the beach. He could see it plainly between the gaunt trunks of the water-oaks and across the stretch of yellow camomile. The gulf looked far away, melting hazily into the blue of the horizon. The sunshade continued to approach slowly. Beneath its pink-lined shelter were his wife, Mrs. Pontellier, and young Robert Lebrun. When they reached the cottage, the two seated themselves with some appearance of fatigue upon the upper step of the porch, facing each other, each leaning against a supporting post.

"What folly! to bathe at such an hour in such heat!" exclaimed Mr. Pontellier. He himself had taken a plunge at daylight. That was why the morning seemed long to him.

"You are burnt beyond recognition," he added, looking at his wife as one looks at a valuable piece of personal property which has suffered some damage. She held up her hands, strong, shapely hands, and surveyed them critically, drawing up her lawn' sleeves above the wrists. Looking at them reminded her of her rings, which she had given to her husband before leaving for the beach. She silently reached out to him, and he, understanding, took the rings from his vest pocket and dropped them into her open palm. She slipped them upon her fingers; then clasping her knees, she looked across at Robert and began to laugh. The rings sparkled upon her fingers. He sent back an answering smile.

"What is it?" asked Pontellier, looking lazily and amused from one to the other. It was some utter nonsense; some adventure out there in the water, and they both tried to relate it at once. It did not seem half so amusing when told. They realized this, and so did Mr. Pontellier. He yawned and stretched himself. Then he got up, saying he had half a mind to go over to Klein's hotel and play a game of billiards.

"Come go along, Lebrun," he proposed to Robert. But Robert admitted quite frankly that he preferred to stay where he was and talk to Mrs. Pontellier.

"Well, send him about his business when he bores you, Edna," instructed her husband as he prepared to leave.

"Here, take the umbrella," she exclaimed, holding it out to him. He accepted the sunshade, and lifting it over his head descended the steps and walked away.

"Coming back to dinner?" his wife called after him. He halted a moment and shrugged his shoulders. He felt in his vest pocket; there was a ten-dollar bill there. He did not know; perhaps he would return for the early dinner and perhaps he would not. It all depended upon the company which he found over at Klein's and the size of "the game." He did not say this, but she understood it, and laughed, nodding good-by to him.

Both children wanted to follow their father when they saw him starting out. He kissed them and promised to bring them back bonbons and peanuts.
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書的質量太差，給一星都嫌多，紙十分粗糙，根本不是環保紙，我買瞭12本，沒有一本滿意的，說句難聽的話，比商店買的一塊錢的筆記本裏麵的紙都不如，實在影響閱讀的心情。

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保爾，一個活生生的、有血有肉的熱血青年。在戰亂的時期，他沒有選擇逃避，而是選擇瞭最有利的辦法——抗戰！ 在富人麵前，他沒有卑躬屈膝，他選擇挺起胸膛，讓彆人知道——窮人不是好欺負的。貧賤不能移！ 在暴力麵前，他沒有低下他的頭，他選擇直麵強暴，讓彆人知道——窮人也有尊嚴。威武不能屈！ 　　有時，我好羨慕保爾他們兩兄弟，無時無刻都是那麼的團結，沒有一點破綻。即使是與自己的利益相衝突或者是關係到自己的生命。但是，我就每那麼幸福瞭，從小，我就和哥哥“戰爭”在中度過直到他到外麵讀書。可能那是增進感情的一種方法吧。 保爾，生在一個溫馨的傢庭，交到瞭真摯的友誼，擁有此緻不渝的愛情，也算是不枉此生瞭吧，但，你有沒有想過，保爾為什麼有這樣的“成就”呢？我想，那是因為他的人格魅力，他擁有“鋼”一般的意誌、精神。 　　在保爾被瓦西裏神甫趕齣學校之前，他和神甫的衝突就不斷的發生，不是因為上次媽媽求情，保爾一早就被人趕齣校門瞭，自從那次以後，神甫就一直想找個機會趕保爾齣去學校，好讓自己痛快一翻。而今次正好是機會，誰也不能怪，怪的就怪自己和神甫結怨瞭吧，大傢一起乾這件事，誰也沒有事除瞭保爾，這次應該是“公報私仇”吧，不然哪能輪到保爾選中呢，他一嚮都很倒黴的。就算是他倒黴吧，媽媽也總算幫他找瞭一份工作，暫時安身吧。謝廖沙也算有點人性，在這時候，還能去安慰一下保爾，也不失為一個死黨吧。有瞭謝廖沙的安慰，保爾也安瞭心，放心去闖齣屬於他的世界。 　　在保爾用心工作的時候，一起工作的阿姨和同年人跟保爾也相處得很好，不過，晴天的日子總是短暫的，就在這時候，一起工作的一些工人就眼紅瞭，覺得保爾是來搶他們飯碗的，就四處刁難保爾，好讓保爾知難而退。這時候，力量的象徵--阿爾焦姆齣現瞭，他為瞭維護弟弟的利益，他那沙煲般大的拳頭就落在那幫人身上瞭。最後，保爾的利益被維護瞭，但，阿爾焦姆卻被控告傷人送進瞭監獄。如果說阿爾焦姆這樣做值得嗎？為什麼？那是簡單得不得瞭事瞭，就因為保爾是他的弟弟，兩兄弟有睏難的時候就應該挺齣胸膛，告訴他，我們不是好欺負的！ 　　在保爾被送進監獄的時候，遇到瞭一個同年人，那是一個很漂亮的姑娘，她的每一處都深深地吸引著保爾。那個姑娘是被迫害送進監獄的，那些無恥的官兵迫害，他們想強暴她。但是，他們失敗瞭，他們受到瞭姑娘的誓死反抗，最後她被送進來瞭。姑娘在和保爾交談的時候，發現保爾是一個正人君子，她知道，如果過瞭今晚，她就會被那些可惡的官兵強暴，她寜願把身體交給保爾也不願被官兵玷汙瞭她的身體。麵對誘人的雙唇、豐滿的雙乳保爾失去瞭力量，那是無法阻擋的誘惑，但是，當她靠近的時候，保爾沒有失去理性，而是拒絕瞭她，保爾想到鼕妮亞就無法接受彆的一切，包括這誘惑。第二天，姑娘被送走瞭，她的眼裏充滿瞭水晶般的液體，既包含著失望又包含著絕望，那眼神使人難受，但是，保爾更不能背棄對鼕妮亞的承諾，因為鼕妮亞纔是保爾的唯一。坐懷不亂，足以看齣保爾對愛情的那種堅貞，這是值得讓我們現代人藉鑒的

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