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Orson Scott Card（奥森·斯科特·卡德） 著

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• 安德系列

出版社： Little, Brown UK

ISBN：9781904233022

商品编码：19151234

包装：平装

丛书名： Ender's Saga/安德系列

出版时间：2011-12-01

用纸：胶版纸

页数：352

正文语种：英文

商品尺寸：19.4x12.4x2.2cm

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　　《安德的游戏》（Ender's Game）作者是美国著名科幻小说作家奥森·斯科特·卡德（Orson Scott Card），该作品发表于1985年，曾获得星云奖及雨果奖，其续集《死者的代言人》（Speaker for the Dead）发表于次年，也获得星云奖和雨果奖，这使卡特成为唯一一个曾连续两年获得星云奖最佳长篇的作家。故事发生在未来，当时地球已经两次遭遇过虫族的进攻，国际舰队认为必须在世界各地寻找天资聪颖的孩童，自幼便送到国际舰队训练儿童的空间站（“战斗学校”）进行训练，把他们塑造成军事奇才，人类方可有存活的希望。

内容简介

The human race faces annihilation. An alien threat is on the horizon, ready to strike. And if humanity is to be defended, the government must create the greatest military commander in history. The brilliant young Ender Wiggin is their last hope. But first he must survive the rigours of a brutal military training program - to prove that he can be the leader of all leaders. A saviour for mankind must be produced, through whatever means possible. But are they creating a hero or a monster? This is the multiple award-winning classic ENDER'S GAME - a groundbreaking tale of war, strategy and survival.

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作者简介

Orson Scott Card is best known for his science fiction novel Ender's Game and it’s many sequels that expand the Ender Universe into the far future and the near past.
Those books are organized into the Ender Quintet, the five books that chronicle the life of Ender Wiggin; the Shadow Series, that follows on the novel Ender’s Shadow and are set on Earth; and the Formic Wars series, written with co-author Aaron Johnston, that tells of the terrible first contact between humans and the alien “Buggers”.
Card has been a working writer since the 1970s.

　　奥森·斯科特·卡德（Orson Scott Card），是当今美国科幻界最炙手可热的人物之一。在美国科幻史上，从来没有人在两年内连续两次将“雨果奖”和“星云奖”两大科幻奖尽收囊中，直到卡德横空出世。1986年，他的《安德的游戏》囊括雨果奖、星云奖，1987年，其续集《死者代言人》再次包揽了这两个世界科幻文学的最高奖项。

精彩书评

Praise for Orson Scott Card:
‘The Ender Saga stands out as one of the very few serious moral tales set among the stars … enthralling … an extraordinarily talented author’ --THE ENCYCLOPEDIA OF SCIENCE FICTION

‘The emotional punch is still as powerful as ever. Excellent’ --SFX

‘Almost impossible to put down’ --LOCUS

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ENDERS GAME (Chapter 1)
THIRD
"I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's the one. Or at least as close as we're going to get."
"That's what you said about the brother."
"The brother tested out impossible. For other reasons. Nothing to do with his ability."
"Same with the sister. And there are doubts about him. He's too malleable. Too willing to submerge himself in someone else's will."
"Not if the other person is his enemy."
"So what do we do? Surround him with enemies all the time?"
"If we have to."
"I thought you said you liked this kid."
"If the buggers get him, they'll make me look like his favorite uncle."
"All right. We're saving the world, after all. Take him."
The monitor lady smiled very nicely and tousled his hair and said, "Andrew, I suppose by now you're just absolutely sick of having that horrid monitor. Well, I have good news for you. That monitor is going to come out today. We're going to take it right out, and it won't hurt a bit."
Ender nodded. It was a lie, of course, that it wouldn't hurt a bit. But since adults always said it when it was going to hurt, he could count on that statement as an accurate prediction of the future. Sometimes lies were more dependable than the truth.
"So if you'll just come over here, Andrew, just sit right up here on the examining table. The doctor will be in to see you in a moment."
The monitor gone. Ender tried to imagine the little device missing from the back of his neck. I'll roll over on my back in bed and it won't be pressing there. I won't feel it tingling and taking up the heat when I shower.
And Peter won't hate me anymore. I'll come home and show him that the monitor's gone, and he'll see that I didn't make it, either. That I'll just be a normal kid now, like him. That won't be so bad then. He'll forgive me that I had my monitor a whole year longer than he had his. We'll be--
Not friends, probably. No, Peter was too dangerous. Peter got so angry. Brothers, though. Not enemies, not friends, but brothers--able to live in the same house. He won't hate me, he'll just leave me alone. And when he wants to play buggers and astronauts, maybe I won't have to play, maybe I can just go read a book.
But Ender knew, even as he thought it, that Peter wouldn't leave him alone. There was something in Peter's eyes, when he was in his mad mood, and whenever Ender saw that look, that glint, he knew that the one thing Peter would not do was leave him alone. I'm practicing piano, Ender. Come turn the pages for me. Oh, is the monitor boy too busy to help his brother? Is he too smart? Got to go kill some buggers, astronaut? No, no, I don't want your help. I can do it on my own, you little bastard, you little Third.
"This won't take long, Andrew," said the doctor.
Ender nodded.
"It's designed to be removed. Without infection, without damage. But there'll be some tickling, and some people say they have a feeling of something missing. You'll keep looking around for something, something you were looking for, but you can't find it, and you can't remember what it was. So I'll tell you. It's the monitor you're looking for, and it isn't there. In a few days that feeling will pass."
The doctor was twisting something at the back of Ender's head. Suddenly a pain stabbed through him like a needle from his neck to his groin. Ender felt his back spasm, and his body arched violently backward; his head struck the bed. He could feel his legs thrashing, and his hands were clenching each other, wringing each other so tightly that they arched.
"Deedee!" shouted the doctor. "I need you!" The nurse ran in, gasped. "Got to relax these muscles. Get it to me, now! What are you waiting for!"
Something changed hands; Ender could not see. He lurched to one side and fell off the examining table. "Catch him!" cried the nurse.
"Just hold him steady--"
"You hold him, doctor, he's too strong for me--"
"Not the whole thing! You'll stop his heart--"
Ender felt a needle enter his back just above the neck of his shirt. It burned, but wherever in him the fire spread, his muscles gradually unclenched. Now he could cry for the fear and pain of it.
"Are you all right, Andrew?" the nurse asked.
Andrew could not remember how to speak. They lifted him onto the table. They checked his pulse, did other things; he did not understand it all.
The doctor was trembling; his voice shook as he spoke. "They leave these things in the kids for three years, what do they expect? We could have switched him off, do you realize that? We could have unplugged his brain for all time."
"When does the drug wear off?" asked the nurse.
"Keep him here for at least an hour. Watch him. If he doesn't start talking in fifteen minutes, call me. Could have unplugged him forever. I don't have the brains of a bugger."
He got back to Miss Pumphrey's class only fifteen minutes before the closing bell. He was still a little unsteady on his feet.
"Are you all right, Andrew?" asked Miss Pumphrey.
He nodded.
"Were you ill?"
He shook his head.
"You don't look well."
"I'm OK."
"You'd better sit down, Andrew."
He started toward his seat, but stopped. Now what was I looking for? I can't think what I was looking for.
"Your seat is over there," said Miss Pumphrey.
He sat down, but it was something else he needed, something he had lost. I'll find it later.
"Your monitor," whispered the girl behind him.
Andrew shrugged.
"His monitor," she whispered to the others.
Andrew reached up and felt his neck. There was a bandaid. It was gone. He was just like everybody else now.
"Washed out, Andy?" asked a boy who sat across the aisle and behind him. Couldn't think of his name. Peter. No, that was someone else.
"Quiet, Mr. Stilson," said Miss Pumphrey. Stilson smirked.
Miss Pumphrey talked about multiplication. Ender doodled on his desk, drawing contour maps of mountainous islands and then telling his desk to display them in three dimensions from every angle. The teacher would know, of course, that he wasn't paying attention, but she wouldn't bother him. He always knew the answer, even when she thought he wasn't paying attention.
In the corner of his desk a word appeared and began marching around the perimeter of the desk. It was upside down and backward at first, but Ender knew what it said long before it reached the bottom of the desk and turned right side up.
THIRD
Ender smiled. He was the one who had figured out how to send messages and make them march--even as his secret enemy called him names, the method of delivery praised him. It was not his fault he was a Third. It was the government's idea, they were the ones who authorized it--how else could a Third like Ender have got into school? And now the monitor was gone. The experiment entitled Andrew Wiggin hadn't worked out after all. If they could, he was sure they would like to rescind the waivers that had allowed him to be born at all. Didn't work, so erase the experiment.
The bell rang. Everyone signed off their desks or hurriedly typed in reminders to themselves. Some were dumping lessons or data into their computers at home. A few gathered at the printers while something they wanted to show was printed out. Ender spread his hands over the child-size keyboard near the edge of the desk and wondered what it would feel like to have hands as large as a grown-up's. They must feel so big and awkward, thick stubby fingers and beefy palms. Of course, they had bigger keyboards--but how could their thick fingers draw a fine line, the way Ender could, a thin line so precise that he could make it spiral seventy-nine times from the center to the edge of the desk without the lines ever touching or overlapping. It gave him something to do while the teacher droned on about arithmetic. Arithmetic! Valentine had taught him arithmetic when he was three.
"Are you all right, Andrew?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You'll miss the bus."
Ender nodded and got up. The other kids were gone. They would be waiting, though, the bad ones. His monitor wasn't perched on his neck, hearing what he heard and seeing what he saw. They could say what they liked. They might even hit him now--no one could see them anymore, and so no one would come to Ender's rescue. There were advantages to the monitor, and he would miss them.
It was Stilson, of course. He wasn't bigger than most other kids, but he was bigger than Ender. And he had some others with him. He always did.
"Hey Third."
Don't answer. Nothing to say.
"Hey, Third, we're talkin to you, Third, hey bugger-lover, we're talkin to you."
Can't think of anything to answer. Anything I say will make it worse. So will saying nothing.
"Hey, Third, hey, turd, you flunked out, huh? Thought you were better than us, but you lost your little birdie, Thirdie, got a bandaid on your neck."
"Are you going to let me through?" Ender asked.
"Are we going to let him through? Should we let him through?" They all laughed. "Sure we'll let you through. First we'll let your arm through, then your butt through, then maybe a piece of your knee."
The others chimed in now. "Lost your birdie, Thirdie. Lost your birdie, Thirdie."
Stilson began pushing him with one hand; someone behind him then pushed him toward Stilson.
"See-saw, marjorie daw," somebody said.
"Tennis!"
"Ping-pong!"
This would not have a happy ending. So Ender decided that he'd rather not be the unhappiest at the end. The next time Stilson's arm came out to push him, Ender grabbed at it. He missed.
"Oh, gonna fight me, huh? Gonna fight me, Thirdie?"
The people behind Ender grabbed at him, to hold him.
Ender did not feel like laughing, but he laughed. "You mean it takes this many of you to fight one Third?"
"We're people, not Thirds, turd face. You're about as s...

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评分☆☆☆☆☆

我不得不说，《安德的游戏》给我带来的震撼是持久的。这本书的阅读体验，可以用“惊心动魄”来形容，但同时又充满了哲思。安德的经历，让我深刻体会到，即使是孩童，也可以拥有非凡的勇气和智慧，去面对成人世界的残酷和责任。他的成长，与其说是被环境所迫，不如说是他内在强大力量的觉醒。 书中对于战争的描绘，并非血腥暴力，而是通过一种更加宏大而深刻的视角来展现。安德所扮演的角色，让他有机会从一个全新的角度去审视战争的目的和后果。这种反思，让这本书超越了一般的科幻小说，成为了一部引人深思的文学作品。我从安德身上看到了希望，也看到了战争的代价，这种双重感受，让我久久不能平静。

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读完《安德的游戏》，我感觉自己仿佛经历了一场史诗般的洗礼。这本书远不止是一个简单的科幻故事，它更像是一面镜子，映照出我们内心深处的善与恶，以及在极端压力下人性的复杂变化。安德这个角色，他身上的那种矛盾感，既有着孩童的天真和脆弱，又有着超乎寻常的智慧和决断力，这让我对他的命运牵肠挂肚。我常常在想，一个如此年轻的孩子，是如何承受住那些非人的训练和心理摧残的？他的每一次胜利，都伴随着巨大的牺牲，这种牺牲不仅仅是外部的，更是他内心深处的。 书中对于“敌人”的刻画也相当有意思。它们并非简单的怪物，而是带有自己的生存逻辑和种族特征。安德必须在了解并试图理解敌人的基础上，才能找到克敌制胜的关键。这种“知己知彼”的策略，在战争故事中是永恒的真理，但在这里被赋予了更深层次的意义。它不仅仅是军事上的胜利，更是一场关于尊重和同理心的较量。我开始反思，在现实生活中，我们是否也常常因为不理解而产生偏见和冲突？

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这本《安德的游戏》真的让我惊艳到了！它不仅仅是一个关于孩子在太空学校成长的故事，更是一场关于人性、策略和领导力的深度探讨。从一开始，我就被安德这个角色深深吸引。他小小年纪却承受着巨大的压力，被迫在残酷的竞争中生存和成长。作者奥森·斯科特·卡德没有回避童年的艰辛，而是真实地展现了安德内心的挣扎、孤独和偶尔流露出的愤怒。看着他如何一步步从一个被欺凌的孩子，蜕变成一个能够洞察全局、运筹帷幄的指挥官，这种成长轨迹简直太令人振奋了。 我特别喜欢书中对“游戏”的描绘。它不再是简单的娱乐，而是被赋予了生死攸关的意义。每一个看似无辜的训练，都隐藏着对士兵心理素质和战场应变能力的极致考验。安德在这些“游戏”中的表现，展现了他与众不同的天赋——他对战局的预判能力、对敌方心理的精准把握，以及在绝境中寻找出路的能力。这些特质的刻画是如此细腻，让我仿佛置身于那个高科技的战场，感受安德的每一次决策所带来的紧张与刺激。

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这本书的魅力在于它层层剥开的叙事方式，让读者一步步深入到安德的世界。我尤其被作者在刻画安德与其他角色互动时的细腻笔触所打动。那些同学之间的竞争、欺凌，以及后来在友谊和信任的建立过程中所产生的化学反应，都显得那么真实。安德的孤独感贯穿始终，即使在他取得辉煌成就之后，也依然难以摆脱。这种孤独感，反而让他更加清晰地认识自己，也更加坚定地朝着目标前进。 让我印象深刻的还有书中对于策略和智慧的描绘。安德并非依赖蛮力，而是以其超乎常人的智商和独特的思维方式，在看似不可能的情况下找到突破口。他的每一个决定，都经过深思熟虑，并且常常能预见到多重可能性。这种智谋的展现，让我看得非常过瘾，也从中学习到很多关于如何分析问题、解决问题的思路。这本书不仅仅是给青少年看的，我认为任何年龄段的读者，都能从中获得深刻的启发。

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《安德的游戏》是一部能够触动灵魂的作品。它不仅仅讲述了一个发生在遥远未来的太空战争，更深刻地探讨了教育、道德以及战争的本质。安德这个孩子的成长过程，充满了令人心碎的时刻，但也正是这些磨难，塑造了他非凡的品格。我非常喜欢作者对于安德内心世界的描写，那种在巨大的压力下，依然保持着一份孩童的纯真和对正义的渴望，是多么难得。 书中的“游戏”设计得非常巧妙，它们不仅仅是简单的体能训练，更是对策略、领导力以及团队合作的极致考验。安德在这些“游戏”中展现出的天才般的指挥才能，以及他对人性的深刻洞察，让我叹为观止。他能够看到别人看不到的细节，能够在混乱的局面中找到关键点。这种智慧的光芒，让他在众多优秀的孩子中脱颖而出，也让我对他的未来充满期待，尽管我知道他的成长之路注定不会平坦。

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是凭着他敏锐的感触，以及心理的臆测，已可知道对方出手的方位，随着他右手挥处，一口紧束腰上的如意软剑，已然离鞘拔出。“当啷啷！”拂尘上的千条银丝，猝然间与雪亮的宝剑剑身交缠在一起。一个往上面挡，一个往后面抽，两股力道运施下，顿时拉了个笔直。以风来仪与蓝衣人那般功力之人，加诸在这两件兵刃上的力道何止万钧？他们显然并非有意要在力道上来一决胜负，是以在一度较力之后，风来仪身子猝然向前一欺，一声喝叱之下，左手已闪电般地探出，两根手指分开着，直向蓝衣人两只眼睛上点来。蓝衣人身子猝然向前一探，风来仪的双指

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不错，便宜实惠，非常值得

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不错，便宜实惠，非常值得

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东西非常好也很喜欢

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比电影情节细腻，语言也不难懂，孩子很喜欢

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东西非常好也很喜欢

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这个版本好

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挑战我们想象力的书。孩子看完电影，觉得非常喜欢。再买书来看。

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东西非常好也很喜欢