出版时间:2010年 出版社:中央编译出版社 作者:(美)杰克·伦敦 页数:375
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内容概要
《荒野的呼唤》和《白牙》是杰克·伦敦卓越的长篇杰作,也是杰克·伦敦的创作中一直颇受读者钟爱的两部。前者描写出生于富贵人家的大狗巴克被盗卖到北方的阿拉斯加,历经磨难,最后,留存在巴克身上的原始野性逐渐被唤醒,从而斩断与人类的纠葛,复归于荒野。《白牙》仿佛是前者的倒影,描写一只有一半狗性的狼白牙落入人的手中,主人用它斗狗赚钱,白牙在一次次的搏杀中泯灭了最后一丝温情,对整令人类产生了强烈的仇恨。后来,白牙在搏斗中几乎丧命,被新的主人收留,并在这位仁慈的主人的训练下逐渐克服野性,成为忠实的宠物。 两部作品虽以动物为题材,但其中却透露出作者所秉持的“弱肉强食、适者生存”的观念。早年,杰克·伦敦在加拿大克朗代克一带的淘金经历以及所见所闻为他日后的创作提供了丰富的素材,从而也使他的作品深处始终涌动着一股强悍、不屈的生命力。
作者简介
JACK LONDON (1876-1916) wasan American author who wrote TheCall of the Wild, White Fang, andThe Sea Wolf along with manyother popular books. A pioneer inthe then-burgeoning world ofcommercial magazine fiction, hewas one of the first Americans tomake a lucrative career exclusivelyfrom writing.
书籍目录
Book I THE CALL OF THE WILD CHAPTER I INTO THE PRIMITIVE CHAPTER II THE LAW OF CLUB AND FANG CHAPTER Ill THE DOMINANT PRIMORDIAL BEAST CHAPTER IV WHO HAS WON TO MASTERSHIP CHAPTER V THE TOIL OF TRACE AND TRAIL CHAPTER VI FOR THE LOVE OF A MAN CHAPTER VII THE SOUNDING OF THE CALLBook 2 WHITE FANG PART I CHAPTER I THE TRAIL OF THE MEAT CHAPTER II THE SHE-WOLF CHAPTER III THE HUNGER CRY PART II CHAPTER I THE BATTLE OF THE FANG CHAPTER II THE LAIR CHAPTER III THE GRAY CUB CHAPTER IV THE WALL OF THE WORLD CHAPTER V THE LAW OF MEAT PART III CHAPTER I THE MAKERS OF FIRE CHAPTER II THE BONDAGE CHAPTER III THE OUTCAST CHAPTER IV THE TRAIL OF THE GODS CHAPTER V THE COVENANT CHAPTER VI THE FAMINE PART IV CHAPTER I THE ENEMY OF HIS KIND CHAPTER lI THE MAD GOD CHAPTER III THE REIGN OF HATE CHAPTER IV THE CLINGING DEATH CHAPTER V THE INDOMITABLE CHAPTER VI THE LOVE-MASTER PART V CHAPTER 1 THE LONG TRAIL CHAPTER II THE SOUTHLAND CHAPTER III THE GOD'S DOMAIN CHAPTER IV THE CALL OF KIND CHAPTER V THE SLEEPING WOLF
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With the life half throttled out of him, Buck attempted toface his tormentors. But he was thrown down and chokedrepeatedly, till they succeeded in filing the heavy brass collarfrom off his neck. Then the rope was removed, and he wasflung into a cagelike crate. There he lay for the remainder of the weary night nursinghis wrath and wounded pride. He could not understandwhat it all meant. What did they want with him, thesestrange men? Why were they keeping him pent up in thisnarrow crate? He did not know why, but he felt oppressedby the vague sense of impending calamity. Several timesduring the night he sprang to his feet when the shed doorrattled open, expecting to see the Judge or the boys at least.But each time it was the bulging face of the saloon-keeperthat peered in at him by the sickly light of a tallow candle.And each time the joyful bark that trembled in Buck's throatwas twisted into a savage growl. But the saloon-keeper let him alone, and in the morningfour men entered and picked up the crate. More tormentors,Buck decided, for they were evil-looking creatures, raggedand unkempt; and he stormed and raged at them throughthe bars. They only laughed and poked sticks at him, whichhe promptly assailed with his teeth till he realized that thatwas what they wanted. Whereupon he lay down sullenlyand allowed the crate to be lifted into a wagon. Then he,and the crate in which he was imprisoned, began a passagethrough many hands. Clerks in the express office took chargeof him; he was carted about in another wagon; a truckcarried him, with an assortment of boxes and parcels.San Diego. Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness,had found a yellow metal, and because steamship andtransportation companies were booming the find, thousandsof men were rushing into the Northland. These men wanteddogs, and the dogs they wanted were heavy dogs, withstrong muscles by which to toil, and furry coats to protectthem from the frost. Buck lived at a big house in the sun-kissed Santa ClaraValley. Judge Miller's place, it was called. It stood backfrom the road, halfhidden among the trees, through whichglimpses could be caught of the wide cool veranda that ranaround its four sides. The house was approached by gravelleddriveways which wound about through wide-spreadinglawns and under the interlacing boughs of tall poplars. Atthe rear things were on even a more spacious scale than atthe front. There were great stables, where a dozen grooms and boys held forth, rows of vine-clad servants cottages, anendless and orderly array of outhouses, long grape arborsgreen pastures, orchards, and berry patches. Then there wasthe pumping plant for the artesian well, and the big cementtank where Judge Miller's boys took their morning plungeand kept cool in the hot afternoon.And over this great demense Buck ruled. Here he was born,and here he had lived the four years of his life. It was true,there were other dogs. There could not but be other dogs onso vast a place, but they did not count. They came and went,resided in the populous kennels, or lived obscurely in therecesses of the house after the fashion of Toots, the Japanesepug, or Ysabel the Mexican hairless——strange creaturesthat rarely put nose out of doors or set foot to ground. Onthe other hand, there were the fox terriers, a score of themat least, who yelped fearful promises at Toots and Ysabellooking out of the windows at them and protected by alegion of housemaids armed with brooms and mops. But Buck was neither house-dog nor kennel dog. Thewhole realm was his. He plunged into the swimming tankor went hunting with the Judge's sons he escorted Mollieand Alice, the Judge's daughters, on long twilight or earlymorning rambles on wintry nights he lay at the Judge'sfeet before the roaring library fire he carried the Judge'sgrandsons on his back, or rolled them in the grass, andguarded their footsteps through wild adventures down tothe fountain in the stable yard, and even beyond where thepaddocks were, and the berry patches. Among the terriershe stalked imperiously, and Toots and Ysabel he utterlyignored, for he was king——king over all creeping.
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I would rather be ashes than dust!I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot.I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. ——Jack London
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《荒野的呼唤·白牙(英文版)》:“OLD longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom's chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the refine strain.” Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known thattrouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tidewaterdog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound toSan Diego. Because men, groping in the Arctic darkness, had found ayellow metal, and because steamship andtransportation companies were booming thefind, thousands of men were rushing into theNorthland. These men wanted dogs, and thedogs they wanted were heavy dogs, with strongmuscles by which to toil, and furry coats toprotect them from the frost.PUBLISHED in 1903, The Callofthe Wild isone of London's most-read books, and it isgenerally considered one of his best. Becausethe protagonist is a dog, it is sometimesclassified as a juvenile novel, suitable forchildren, but it is dark in tone and containsnumerous scenes of cruelty and violence. London followed the book in 19o6 withWhite Fang, a companion novel with manysimilar plot elements and themes as The Callofthe Wild, although following a mirror imageplot in which a wild wolf becomes civilized bya mining expert from San Francisco namedWeedon Scott.
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