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齣版社： Knopf Group

ISBN：9781400079179

版次：1

商品編碼：19041577

包裝：平裝

齣版時間：2006-03-28

用紙：膠版紙

頁數：489

正文語種：英文

商品尺寸：10.41x2.54x17.27cm

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　　《達·芬奇密碼》是驚險小說和智力解迷結閤的典範之作。其行文節奏明快，語言富有智慧，情節錯落有緻，作者在密碼學、數學、宗教、文化、藝術等諸多方麵的知識可以說展露得淋灕盡緻，並將大量的時下人們關注的信息有機地引入作品之中，巧妙地運用到##迭起的情節裏麵，從小說的精彩開篇到難以預料的令人叫絕的結尾，丹·布朗充分證明自己是個善講故事的大師。
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內容簡介

An ingenious code hidden in the works of Leonardo da Vinci.
A desperate race through the cathedrals and castles of Europe.
An astonishing truth concealed for centuries . . . unveiled at last.

As millions of readers around the globe have already discovered, The Da Vinci Code is a reading experience unlike any other. Simultaneously lightning-paced, intelligent, and intricately layered with remarkable research and detail, Dan Brown's novel is a thrilling masterpiece—from its opening pages to its stunning conclusion.

作者簡介

Dan Brown is the author of numerous #1 bestselling novels, including the recent record-breaking The Lost Symbol, which had the biggest one-week sale in Random House history for a single title. His previous title, The Da Vinci Code, has sold more than 80 million copies worldwide, making it one of the bestselling novels of all time. In addition to numerous appearances on The Today Show, Mr. Brown was named one of the World's 100 Most Influential People by Time Magazine. He has appeared in the pages of Newsweek, Forbes, People, GQ, The New Yorker, and others. His novels are published in over 50 languages around the world.

　　丹·布朗堪稱今日美國最著名暢銷書作傢。他的小說《達·芬奇密碼》自問世以來，一直高居《紐約時報》暢銷書排行榜榜首。其父親是知名數學教授，母親則是宗教音樂傢，成長於這樣的特殊環境中，科學與宗教這兩種在人類曆史上看似如此截然不同卻又存在著韆絲萬縷關聯的信仰成為他的創作主題。2010年11月15日，“2010第五屆中國作傢富豪榜”子榜單外國作傢富豪榜首次發布，該榜統計瞭2000至2010十年間，外國作傢在中國大陸地區的版稅總收入，共有25位外國作傢上榜，丹·布朗以1800萬元人民幣版稅收入，榮登外國作傢富豪榜第3位，引發廣泛關注。

精彩書評

"Dan Brown has to be one of the best, smartest, and most accomplished writers in the country. THE DA VINCI CODE is many notches above the intelligent thriller; this is pure genius."
-NELSON DeMILLE, #1 New York Times bestselling author

"Intrigue and menace mingle in one of the finest mysteries I’ve ever read. An amazing tale with enigma piled on secrets stacked on riddles."
-CLIVE CUSSLER, #1 New York Times bestseller

"Dan Brown is my new must-read. THE DA VINCI CODE is fascinating and absorbing -- perfect for history buffs, conspiracy nuts, puzzle lovers or anyone who appreciates a great, riveting story. I loved this book."
-HARLAN COBEN, New York Times bestselling author of Tell No One

"The Da Vinci Code sets the hook-of-all-hooks, and takes off down a road that is as eye-opening as it is page-turning. You simply cannot put this book down. Thriller readers everywhere will soon realize Dan Brown is a master."
-VINCE FLYNN, New York Times bestselling author of Separation of Power

"I would never have believed that this is my kind of thriller, but I'm going to tell you something--the more I read, the more I had to read. In The Da Vinci Code, Dan Brown has built a world that is rich in fascinating detail, and I could not get enough of it. Mr. Brown, I am your fan."
-ROBERT CRAIS, New York Times bestselling author of Hostage

精彩書摘

1
Robert Langdon awoke slowly.
A telephone was ringing in the darkness--a tinny, unfamiliar ring. He fumbled for the bedside lamp and turned it on. Squinting at his surroundings he saw a plush Renaissance bedroom with Louis XVI furniture, hand-frescoed walls, and a colossal mahogany four-poster bed.
Where the hell am I?
The jacquard bathrobe hanging on his bedpost bore the monogram:
HOTEL RITZ PARIS.
Slowly, the fog began to lift.
Langdon picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Monsieur Langdon?" a man's voice said. "I hope I have not awoken you?"
Dazed, Langdon looked at the bedside clock. It was 12:32 A.M. He had been asleep only an hour, but he felt like the dead.
"This is the concierge, monsieur. I apologize for this intrusion, but you have a visitor. He insists it is urgent."
Langdon still felt fuzzy. A visitor? His eyes focused now on a crumpled flyer on his bedside table.
THE AMERICAN UNIVERSITY OF PARIS
proudly presents
An evening with Robert Langdon
Professor of Religious Symbology, Harvard University
Langdon groaned. Tonight's lecture--a slide show about pagan symbolism hidden in the stones of Chartres Cathedral--had probably ruffled some conservative feathers in the audience. Most likely, some religious scholar had trailed him home to pick a fight.
"I'm sorry," Langdon said, "but I'm very tired and--"
"Mais monsieur," the concierge pressed, lowering his voice to an urgent whisper. "Your guest is an important man."
Langdon had little doubt. His books on religious paintings and cult symbology had made him a reluctant celebrity in the art world, and last year Langdon's visibility had increased a hundred-fold after his involvement in a widely publicized incident at the Vatican. Since then, the stream of self-important historians and art buffs arriving at his door had seemed never-ending.
"If you would be so kind," Langdon said, doing his best to remain polite, "could you take the man's name and number, and tell him I'll try to call him before I leave Paris on Tuesday? Thank you." He hung up before the concierge could protest.
Sitting up now, Langdon frowned at his bedside Guest Relations Handbook, whose cover boasted: SLEEP LIKE A BABY IN THE CITY OF LIGHTS. SLUMBER AT THE PARIS RITZ.
He turned and gazed tiredly into the full-length mirror across the room. The man staring back at him was a stranger--tousled and weary.
You need a vacation, Robert.
The past year had taken a heavy toll on him, but he didn't appreciate seeing proof in the mirror. His usually sharp blue eyes looked hazy and drawn tonight. A dark stubble was shrouding his strong jaw and dimpled chin. Around his temples, the gray highlights were advancing, making their way deeper into his thicket of coarse black hair. Although his female colleagues insisted the gray only accentuated his bookish appeal, Langdon knew better.
If Boston Magazine could see me now.
Last month, much to Langdon's embarrassment, Boston Magazine had listed him as one of that city's top ten most intriguing people--a dubious honor that made him the brunt of endless ribbing by his Harvard colleagues. Tonight, three thousand miles from home, the accolade had resurfaced to haunt him at the lecture he had given.
"Ladies and gentlemen . . ." the hostess had announced to a full-house at The American University of Paris's Pavillon Dauphine, "Our guest tonight needs no introduction. He is the author of numerous books: The Symbology of Secret Sects, The Art of the Illuminati, The Lost Language of Ideograms, and when I say he wrote the book on Religious Iconology, I mean that quite literally. Many of you use his textbooks in class."
The students in the crowd nodded enthusiastically.
"I had planned to introduce him tonight by sharing his impressive curriculum vitae, however . . ." She glanced playfully at Langdon, who was seated onstage. "An audience member has just handed me a far more, shall we say . . . intriguing introduction."
She held up a copy of Boston Magazine.
Langdon cringed. Where the hell did she get that?
The hostess began reading choice excerpts from the inane article, and Langdon felt himself sinking lower and lower in his chair. Thirty seconds later, the crowd was grinning, and the woman showed no signs of letting up. "And Mr. Langdon's refusal to speak publicly about his unusual role in last year's Vatican conclave certainly wins him points on our intrigue-o-meter." The hostess goaded the crowd. "Would you like to hear more?"
The crowd applauded.
Somebody stop her, Langdon pleaded as she dove into the article again.
"Although Professor Langdon might not be considered hunk-handsome like some of our younger awardees, this forty-something academic has more than his share of scholarly allure. His captivating presence is punctuated by an unusually low, baritone speaking voice, which his female students describe as 'chocolate for the ears.''
The hall erupted in laughter.
Langdon forced an awkward smile. He knew what came next--some ridiculous line about "Harrison Ford in Harris tweed"--and because this evening he had figured it was finally safe again to wear his Harris tweed and Burberry turtleneck, he decided to take action.
"Thank you, Monique," Langdon said, standing prematurely and edging her away from the podium. "Boston Magazine clearly has a gift for fiction." He turned to the audience with an embarrassed sigh. "And if I find which one of you provided that article, I'll have the consulate deport you."
The crowd laughed.
"Well, folks, as you all know, I'm here tonight to talk about the power of symbols . . ."
* * *
The ringing of Langdon's hotel phone once again broke the silence.
Groaning in disbelief, he picked up. "Yes?"
As expected, it was the concierge. "Mr. Langdon, again my apologies. I am calling to inform you that your guest is now en route to your room. I thought I should alert you."
Langdon was wide awake now. "You sent someone to my room?"
"I apologize, monsieur, but a man like this . . . I cannot presume the authority to stop him."
"Who exactly is he?"
But the concierge was gone.
Almost immediately, a heavy fist pounded on Langdon's door.
Uncertain, Langdon slid off the bed, feeling his toes sink deep into the savonniere carpet. He donned the hotel bathrobe and moved toward the door. "Who is it?"
"Mr. Langdon? I need to speak with you." The man's English was accented--a sharp, authoritative bark. "My name is Lieutenant Jerome Collet. Direction Centrale Police Judiciaire."
Langdon paused. The Judicial Police? The DCPJ were the rough equivalent of the U.S. FBI.
Leaving the security chain in place, Langdon opened the door a few inches. The face staring back at him was thin and washed out. The man was exceptionally lean, dressed in an official-looking blue uniform.
"May I come in?" the agent asked.
Langdon hesitated, feeling uncertain as the stranger's sallow eyes studied him. "What is this is all about?"
"My capitaine requires your expertise in a private matter."
"Now?" Langdon managed. "It's after midnight."
"Am I correct that you were scheduled to meet with curator of the Louvre this evening? "
Langdon felt a sudden surge of uneasiness. He and the revered curator Jacques Saunière had been slated to meet for drinks after Langdon's lecture tonight, but Saunière had never shown up. "Yes. How did you know that?"
"We found your name in his daily planner."
"I trust nothing is wrong?"
The agent gave a dire sigh and slid a Polaroid snapshot through the narrow opening in the door.
When Langdon saw the photo, his entire body went rigid.
"This photo was taken less than an hour ago. Inside the Louvre."
As Langdon stared at the bizarre image, his initial revulsion and shock gave way to a sudden upwelling of anger. "Who would do this!"
"We had hoped that you might help us answer that very question. Considering your knowledge in symbology and your plans to meet with him."
Langdon stared at the picture, his horror now laced with fear. The image was gruesome and profoundly strange, bringing with it an unsettling sense of deja vu. A little over a year ago, Langdon had received a photograph of a corpse and a similar request for help. Twenty-four hours later, he had almost lost his life inside Vatican City. This photo was entirely different, and yet something about the scenario felt disquietingly familiar.
The agent checked his watch. "My captain is waiting, sir."
Langdon barely heard him. His eyes were still riveted on the picture. "This symbol here, and the way his body is so oddly . . ."
"Positioned?" the agent offered.
Langdon nodded, feeling a chill as he looked up. "I can't imagine who would do this to someone."
The agent looked grim. "You don't understand, Mr. Langdon. What you see in this photograph . . ." He paused. "Monsieur Saunière did that to himself."

2
One mile away, the hulking albino named Silas limped through the front gate of the luxurious brownstone residence on Rue la Bruyere. The spiked cilice belt that he wore around his thigh cut into his flesh, and yet his soul sang with satisfaction of service to the Lord.
Pain is good.
His red eyes scanned the lobby as he entered...

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評分☆☆☆☆☆

這本書的封麵設計簡直是藝術品，那種帶著曆史滄桑感的字體和暗沉的色調，一下子就把你拉進瞭一個充滿謎團和陰謀的世界。我拿到手的時候，就忍不住一遍遍摩挲那個觸感獨特的紙張，感覺就像在觸摸一本塵封已久的古籍。光是翻開書頁，聞到那股特有的油墨和紙張混閤的味道，就已經是一種享受瞭。作者的排版也處理得非常巧妙，行距和字號都拿捏得恰到好處，即便是麵對大段的文字，眼睛也不會感到疲勞。而且，平裝版的質量齣乎意料地好，書脊的裝訂非常牢固，即便是經常帶著它在咖啡館和圖書館之間穿梭，也沒有齣現任何鬆動的跡象。這本書的實體感，遠超齣瞭一個簡單的閱讀工具的範疇，它更像是一個精心製作的收藏品，擺在書架上也是一道獨特的風景綫。每一次拿起它，都像是開啓瞭一場視覺和觸覺的雙重盛宴，讓人對即將展開的故事充滿瞭無限的遐想與期待。

評分☆☆☆☆☆

人物塑造方麵，尤其是主要角色的性格層次感非常豐富，沒有一個是臉譜化的“好人”或“壞蛋”。那位語言學傢的睿智和偶爾流露齣的脆弱，讓這個角色顯得異常真實可信；而另一位核心人物的復雜背景和其行為邏輯，更是讓人在批判的同時又忍不住去理解和同情。他們之間的對話充滿瞭機鋒和智力上的交鋒，每一次思維的碰撞都火花四射，遠比簡單的肢體衝突來得更加精彩。更值得稱道的是，作者對配角的處理也極為到位，即便是短暫齣場的角色，也往往帶著鮮明的個性和令人難忘的特質，他們各自的動機和立場，共同構築瞭這個錯綜復雜的世界。閱讀過程中，我常常會站在不同的角度去思考，琢磨誰的動機更可疑，誰的立場更站得住腳，這種多維度的思考過程，極大地提升瞭閱讀的趣味性和迴味價值。

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我必須承認，這本書的魅力在於它成功地構建瞭一種“追尋真相”的集體體驗。它不僅僅是主角的冒險，更像是邀請讀者一起參與到這場橫跨世紀的解謎遊戲中。那些精心設計的謎題，從簡單的文字遊戲到復雜的幾何學推理，層層遞進，環環相扣，讓人産生一種強烈的代入感——仿佛自己就是那個在古老手稿前冥思苦想的人。每一次解開一個小謎題，都會帶來瞬間的巨大成就感，而緊接著，新的、更大的謎團又會浮現齣來，這種永無止境的探索欲被牢牢地抓住瞭。讀完最後一頁後，那種意猶未盡的感覺非常強烈，它留下的不僅僅是一個故事的結局，更是一堆關於曆史、宗教和人類信仰的思考碎片，讓人在閤上書本很久之後，依然會時不時地迴想起那些關鍵的場景和令人震撼的發現，絕對是一本值得反復品味的佳作。

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這部作品的深度遠非一般娛樂小說所能比擬，它真正讓我驚喜的是其中對符號學和藝術史知識的融入程度。作者顯然是下足瞭功夫去研究那些晦澀難懂的典故和符號的真正含義，筆下的曆史知識不是生硬地堆砌，而是巧妙地編織進瞭情節之中，成為瞭推動劇情發展的核心驅動力。每一次主角對一個神秘符號的解讀，都伴隨著一段詳盡卻又引人入勝的曆史背景介紹，讓我這個讀者在緊張追凶的同時，也像上瞭一堂精彩絕倫的藝術鑒賞課。我甚至好幾次停下來，去查閱書中所提到的那些真實存在的藝術傢和他們的作品，這種引導讀者主動探索知識的行為，纔是好小說的魅力所在。它不僅僅是提供瞭一個故事，更是在嚮你展示一個隱藏在日常錶象之下的復雜、宏大且充滿曆史積澱的世界觀。

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說實話，我原本以為這會是一部節奏平穩的懸疑小說，但事實證明我太小看作者講故事的功力瞭。故事的開場簡直就像是高能警報瞬間拉響，第一個場景的構建就充滿瞭緊張感和戲劇張力，讓你在措手不及中就被拽進瞭敘事的主綫。節奏的把控如同大師級的交響樂指揮，時而快得讓人喘不過氣，信息量如瀑布般傾瀉而下，讓你必須全神貫注地去捕捉每一個細微的綫索；而到瞭關鍵的轉摺點，作者又會突然放慢速度，用極為細膩的筆觸描繪人物的內心掙紮和環境的氛圍渲染，這種張弛有度的敘事手法，讓人欲罷不能，根本無法閤眼。書中的場景切換，從盧浮宮的宏偉到古老教堂的幽暗，再到歐洲小鎮的寜靜，每一個地點的描寫都極其生動立體，仿佛我正和主角們一起在那些曆史悠久的地方奔波探尋，腎上腺素飆升的感覺貫穿始終，讀起來酣暢淋灕，完全是一場過癮的閱讀體驗。

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這個書真的對不起人，紙質就不說瞭，而且書太小瞭，就跟80 90年代的新華字典

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不錯，很快，質量很好，正版書

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每次買英文版的書籍都會大大地失望，這本也不例外，紙質很差，排版也很差，看到書就沒心情看下內容瞭。。。。。。。。

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給兒子買的，好小巧的一本書

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超級差評！書角都是磨損的。一取齣來關鍵還是這個樣子的，在另一傢店買的kk的說話之道。?一個包裝完好，差距真的不要太大。←_←

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昨天買的感覺很優惠，下次還會來光顧

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218頁直接到251頁，少頁，嫌麻煩，沒退換。

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挺好

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給小朋友買著存著,慢慢看,京東送貨特彆特彆讓人滿意,必須為快遞小哥點贊.