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Yann Martel（揚·馬特爾） 著

圖書標籤:

• 奇幻漂流
• 冒險
• 生存
• 印度
• 少年
• 動物
• 海洋
• 小說
• 文學
• 原版英文

齣版社： Melia Publishing Services Ltd

ISBN：9780156035880

商品編碼：19233515

包裝：平裝

齣版時間：2010-03-26

用紙：膠版紙

頁數：401

正文語種：英文

商品尺寸：17.27x10.67x1.78cm;0.3kg

內容簡介

The son of a zookeeper, Pi Patel has an encyclopedic knowledge of animal behavior and a fervent love of stories. When Pi is sixteen, his family emigrates from India to North America aboard a Japanese cargo ship, along with their zoo animals bound for new homes.

The ship sinks. Pi finds himself alone in a lifeboat, his only companions a hyena, an orangutan, a wounded zebra, and Richard Parker, a 450-pound Bengal tiger. Soon the tiger has dispatched all but Pi, whose fear, knowledge, and cunning allow him to coexist with Richard Parker for 227 days while lost at sea. When they finally reach the coast of Mexico, Richard Parker flees to the jungle, never to be seen again. The Japanese authorities who interrogate Pi refuse to believe his story and press him to tell them "the truth." After hours of coercion, Pi tells a second story, a story much less fantastical, much more conventional--but is it more true?

　　《少年pi的奇幻漂流》是作者馬特爾的第二部小說，但是一麵市便驚艷國際文壇，獲奬無數，成為暢銷書。《少年pi的奇幻漂流》是一關於成長、冒險、希望、奇跡、生存和信心的奇特的小說，在美國、加拿大、德國、英國等歐美國傢進入瞭高中生必讀書目。這本書描述瞭16歲的印度少年和一隻孟加拉虎共同在太平洋漂流227天後獲得重生的神奇經曆。如真似幻的海上曆險與天真、殘酷並存的人性矛盾，在書中不但巧妙契閤，更激蕩齣高潮不斷的閱讀驚喜。
　　小說內容關於冒險、希望、奇跡、生存和信心，是一個能讓人産生信仰的故事，同時也會讓讀者重新認識文學並相信文學的力量。書中如真似幻的海上曆險與天真、殘酷並存的人性矛盾，巧妙契閤，更激蕩齣高潮不斷的閱讀驚喜。讀者讀過此書後必將引發深深的思考，無論是開放式的結局還是小說對於信仰、生存，乃至人與動物、人與人、人與世界的關係的展現，都會成為每一個讀者深思的問題。難得的是，這樣一本蘊含悠遠、包羅萬象的書確是非常好讀，敘述行雲流水，文字不艱澀不花哨，語言樸實且有力量，好讀且讓人欲罷不能。

作者簡介

Yann Martel, the son of diplomats, was born in Spain in 1963. He grew up in Costa Rica, France, Mexico, Alaska, and Canada and as an adult has spent time in Iran, Turkey, and India. After studying philosophy in college, he worked at various odd jobs until he began earning his living as a writer at the age of twenty-seven. He lives in Montreal.

　　揚·馬特爾（Yann Martel），一九六三年齣生於西班牙，父母是加拿大人。幼時曾旅居哥斯達黎加、法國、墨西哥、加拿大，成年後作客伊朗、土耳其及印度。畢業於加拿大特倫特大學哲學係，其後從事過各種稀奇古怪的行業，包括植樹工、洗碗工、保安等。

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精彩書評

Yann Martel's imaginative and unforgettable Life of Pi is a magical reading experience, an endless blue expanse of storytelling about adventure, survival, and ultimately, faith. The precocious son of a zookeeper, 16-year-old Pi Patel is raised in Pondicherry, India, where he tries on various faiths for size, attracting "religions the way a dog attracts fleas." Planning a move to Canada, his father packs up the family and their menagerie and they hitch a ride on an enormous freighter. After a harrowing shipwreck, Pi finds himself adrift in the Pacific Ocean, trapped on a 26-foot lifeboat with a wounded zebra, a spotted hyena, a seasick orangutan, and a 450-pound Bengal tiger named Richard Parker ("His head was the size and color of the lifebuoy, with teeth"). It sounds like a colorful setup, but these wild beasts don't burst into song as if co-starring in an anthropomorphized Disney feature. After much gore and infighting, Pi and Richard Parker remain the boat's sole passengers, drifting for 227 days through shark-infested waters while fighting hunger, the elements, and an overactive imagination. In rich, hallucinatory passages, Pi recounts the harrowing journey as the days blur together, elegantly cataloging the endless passage of time and his struggles to survive: "It is pointless to say that this or that night was the worst of my life. I have so many bad nights to choose from that I've made none the champion."
An award winner in Canada (and winner of the 2002 Man Booker Prize), Life of Pi, Yann Martel's second novel, should prove to be a breakout book in the U.S. At one point in his journey, Pi recounts, "My greatest wish--other than salvation--was to have a book. A long book with a never-ending story. One that I could read again and again, with new eyes and fresh understanding each time." It's safe to say that the fabulous, fablelike Life of Pi is such a book.
--Brad Thomas Parsons

A fabulous romp through an imagination by turns ecstatic, cunning, despairing and resilient, this novel is an impressive achievement "a story that will make you believe in God," as one character says. The peripatetic Pi (ne the much-taunted Piscine) Patel spends a beguiling boyhood in Pondicherry, India, as the son of a zookeeper. Growing up beside the wild beasts, Pi gathers an encyclopedic knowledge of the animal world. His curious mind also makes the leap from his native Hinduism to Christianity and Islam, all three of which he practices with joyous abandon. In his 16th year, Pi sets sail with his family and some of their menagerie to start a new life in Canada. Halfway to Midway Island, the ship sinks into the Pacific, leaving Pi stranded on a life raft with a hyena, an orangutan, an injured zebra and a 450-pound Bengal tiger named Richard Parker. After the beast dispatches the others, Pi is left to survive for 227 days with his large feline companion on the 26-foot-long raft, using all his knowledge, wits and faith to keep himself alive. The scenes flow together effortlessly, and the sharp observations of the young narrator keep the tale brisk and engaging. Martel's potentially unbelievable plot line soon demolishes the reader's defenses, cleverly set up by events of young Pi's life that almost naturally lead to his biggest ordeal. This richly patterned work, Martel's second novel, won Canada's 2001 Hugh MacLennan Prize for Fiction. In it, Martel displays the clever voice and tremendous storytelling skills of an emerging master.
--Publishers Weekly

　　美國總統奧巴馬曾在和女兒共讀此書之後寫信給作者馬特爾，稱此書是“對上帝之存在的優雅證明，完美展示瞭故事的力量”。
　　許多年來最奇特然而也是最容易讀的一部小說……《少年PI的奇幻漂流》將奇談、寓言和道德故事糅閤在瞭一起。
　　——《經濟學人》

　　我們需要這個故事，當然不是為瞭掩飾我們的獸性，更是為瞭對我們的人性懷有信心。
　　——作傢周國平

　　PI不讀“屁”，讀“派”，就是圓周率π，一個最真實最神秘的數字。
　　——書評人 小寶

　　我願意把它看做一本人和世界（宇宙）的關係的小說。如果真的2012是末日，這本書可以留給任何幸存下來的人，它有太多的含義。
　　——雕塑傢 嚮京

精彩書摘

CHAPTER 1
My suffering left me sad and gloomy.
Academic study and the steady, mindful practice of religion slowly brought me back to life. I have remained a faithful Hindu, Christian and Muslim. I decided to stay in Toronto. After one year of high school, I attended the University of Toronto and took a double-major Bachelor's degree. My majors were religious studies and zoology. My fourth-year thesis for religious studies concerned certain aspects of the cosmogony theory of Isaac Luria, the great sixteenth-century Kabbalist from Safed. My zoology thesis was a functional analysis of the thyroid gland of the three-toed sloth. I chose the sloth because its demeanour-calm, quiet and introspective-did something to soothe my shattered self.
There are two-toed sloths and there are three-toed sloths, the case being determined by the forepaws of the animals, since all sloths have three claws on their hind paws. I had the great luck one summer of studying the three-toed sloth in situ in the equatorial jungles of Brazil. It is a highly intriguing creature. Its only real habit is indolence. It sleeps or rests on average twenty hours a day. Our team tested the sleep habits of five wild three-toed sloths by placing on their heads, in the early evening after they had fallen asleep, bright red plastic dishes filled with water. We found them still in place late the next morning, the water of the dishes swarming with insects. The sloth is at its busiest at sunset, using the word busy here in a most relaxed sense. It moves along the bough of a tree in its characteristic upside-down position at the speed of roughly 400 metres an hour. On the ground, it crawls to its next tree at the rate of 250 metres an hour, when motivated, which is 440 times slower than a motivated cheetah. Unmotivated, it covers four to five metres in an hour.
The three-toed sloth is not well informed about the outside world. On a scale of 2 to 10, where 2 represents unusual dullness and 10 extreme acuity, Beebe (1926) gave the sloth's senses of taste, touch, sight and hearing a rating of 2, and its sense of smell a rating of 3. If you come upon a sleeping three-toed sloth in the wild, two or three nudges should suffice to awaken it; it will then look sleepily in every direction but yours. Why it should look about is uncertain since the sloth sees everything in a Magoo-like blur. As for hearing, the sloth is not so much deaf as uninterested in sound. Beebe reported that firing guns next to sleeping or feeding sloths elicited little reaction. And the sloth's slightly better sense of smell should not be overestimated. They are said to be able to sniff and avoid decayed branches, but Bullock (1968) reported that sloths fall to the ground clinging to decayed branches "often".
How does it survive, you might ask.
Precisely by being so slow. Sleepiness and slothfulness keep it out of harm's way, away from the notice of jaguars, ocelots, harpy eagles and anacondas. A sloth's hairs shelter an algae that is brown during the dry season and green during the wet season, so the animal blends in with the surrounding moss and foliage and looks like a nest of white ants or of squirrels, or like nothing at all but part of a tree.
The three-toed sloth lives a peaceful, vegetarian life in perfect harmony with its environment. "A good-natured smile is forever on its lips," reported Tirler (1966). I have seen that smile with my own eyes. I am not one given to projecting human traits and emotions onto animals, but many a time during that month in Brazil, looking up at sloths in repose, I felt I was in the presence of upside-down yogis deep in meditation or hermits deep in prayer, wise beings whose intense imaginative lives were beyond the reach of my scientific probing.
Sometimes I got my majors mixed up. A number of my fellow religious-studies students-muddled agnostics who didn't know which way was up, in the thrall of reason, that fool's gold for the bright-reminded me of the three-toed sloth; and the three-toed sloth, such a beautiful example of the miracle of life, reminded me of God.
I never had problems with my fellow scientists. Scientists are a friendly, atheistic, hard-working, beer-drinking lot whose minds are preoccupied with sex, chess and baseball when they are not preoccupied with science.
I was a very good student, if I may say so myself. I was tops at St. Michael's College four years in a row. I got every possible student award from the Department of Zoology. If I got none from the Department of Religious Studies, it is simply because there are no student awards in this department (the rewards of religious study are not in mortal hands, we all know that). I would have received the Governor General's Academic Medal, the University of Toronto's highest undergraduate award, of which no small number of illustrious Canadians have been recipients, were it not for a beef-eating pink boy with a neck like a tree trunk and a temperament of unbearable good cheer.
I still smart a little at the slight. When you've suffered a great deal in life, each additional pain is both unbearable and trifling. My life is like a memento mori painting from European art: there is always a grinning skull at my side to remind me of the folly of human ambition. I mock this skull. I look at it and I say, "You've got the wrong fellow. You may not believe in life, but I don't believe in death. Move on!" The skull snickers and moves ever closer, but that doesn't surprise me. The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity-it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud. The pink boy also got the nod from the Rhodes Scholarship committee. I love him and I hope his time at Oxford was a rich experience. If Lakshmi, goddess of wealth, one day favours me bountifully, Oxford is fifth on the list of cities I would like to visit before I pass on, after Mecca, Varanasi, Jerusalem and Paris.
I have nothing to say of my working life, only that a tie is a noose, and inverted though it is, it will hang a man nonetheless if he's not careful.
I love Canada. I miss the heat of India, the food, the house lizards on the walls, the musicals on the silver screen, the cows wandering the streets, the crows cawing, even the talk of cricket matches, but I love Canada. It is a great country much too cold for good sense, inhabited by compassionate, intelligent people with bad hairdos. Anyway, I have nothing to go home to in Pondicherry.
Richard Parker has stayed with me. I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.
The doctors and nurses at the hospital in Mexico were incredibly kind to me. And the patients, too. Victims of cancer or car accidents, once they heard my story, they hobbled and wheeled over to see me, they and their families, though none of them spoke English and I spoke no Spanish. They smiled at me, shook my hand, patted me on the head, left gifts of food and clothing on my bed. They moved me to uncontrollable fits of laughing and crying.
Within a couple of days I could stand, even make two, three steps, despite nausea, dizziness and general weakness. Blood tests revealed that I was anemic, and that my level of sodium was very high and my potassium low. My body retained fluids and my legs swelled up tremendously. I looked as if I had been grafted with a pair of elephant legs. My urine was a deep, dark yellow going on to brown. After a week or so, I could walk just about normally and I could wear shoes if I didn't lace them up. My skin healed, though I still have scars on my shoulders and back.
The first time I turned a tap on, its noisy, wasteful, superabundant gush was such a shock that I became incoherent and my legs collapsed beneath me and I fainted in the arms of a nurse.
The first time I went to an Indian restaurant in Canada I used my fingers. The waiter looked at me critically and said, "Fresh off the boat, are you?" I blanched. My fingers, which a second before had been taste buds savouring the food a little ahead of my mouth, became dirty under his gaze. They froze like criminals caught in the act. I didn't dare lick them. I wiped them guiltily on my napkin. He had no idea how deeply those words wounded me. They were like nails being driven into my flesh. I picked up the knife and fork. I had hardly ever used such instruments. My hands trembled. My sambar lost its taste.

前言/序言

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評分☆☆☆☆☆

這本《少年Pi的奇幻漂流》的英文原版平裝，在我看來，絕不僅僅是一本普通的讀物。它所承載的，是一種跨越文化、跨越想象的旅程。單單“Life of Pi”這個名字，就仿佛蘊含著無數的可能性，一個生命的哲學，一個關於存在的探討。而中文的“奇幻漂流”，則更添瞭一層神秘的色彩，讓人不禁聯想到那些不可思議的冒險，那些超越現實的體驗。我仿佛已經能感受到，翻開書頁的那一刻，自己也會隨之踏上這場驚心動魄的旅程，去感受那份孤獨，那份絕望，以及那份在絕境中迸發齣的頑強生命力。我特彆喜歡英文原版，因為它能讓我直接接觸到作者最原始的文字，感受那種最純粹的語言魅力，而不是通過翻譯的濾鏡。這本書，對我來說，是一次心靈的洗禮，一次關於勇氣、信仰與生存的深刻反思。

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當我看到《少年Pi的奇幻漂流》這部作品的英文原版平裝版時，我腦海中瞬間浮現齣一種古老而又充滿活力的形象。那“Life of Pi”的簡潔有力，如同一個神秘的印記，宣告著一個關於生命的故事即將展開。而“奇幻漂流”這四個字，則將我的思緒帶到瞭波濤洶湧的海洋，帶到瞭一個充滿未知與驚喜的旅程。我喜歡這種能夠瞬間抓住人心的標題，它本身就具備瞭巨大的敘事張力。我期待著，在這本平裝書中，能夠找到那種最直接、最原始的故事魅力。它或許會用最樸素的語言，講述最震撼人心的經曆；它或許會用最簡單的畫麵，描繪最宏大的世界。我喜歡這種實體書帶來的沉浸感，紙張的觸感，翻頁的聲音，都仿佛是故事的一部分，讓我能夠更深入地感受作者想要傳達的情感和思想。這本書，對我而言，不僅僅是一次閱讀，更是一次與未知對話，與生命對話的契機。

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“Life of Pi”——這個簡單的英文書名，就足以在我的腦海中激起無數漣漪。它預示著一段生命的軌跡，一段不平凡的經曆。而“少年Pi的奇幻漂流”這一中文副標題，則將這種預示具象化，賦予瞭它更強的畫麵感和故事性。我雖然還未翻開它，但僅憑這兩個名字，我已經能感受到一種史詩般的壯闊，以及一種細膩入微的情感。我想象著Pi，一個年輕的生命，在廣袤的海洋上，麵對未知的挑戰，經曆著身體與心靈的雙重洗禮。這種“奇幻”二字，更是讓我對接下來的故事充滿瞭無限遐想。它是否會涉及神話、宗教，或是某種超自然的元素？它所描繪的“漂流”又將是怎樣的形態？是簡單的海上航行，還是精神世界的探索？這本平裝版，在我眼中，更像是一份邀請函，邀請我踏上一場與Pi一同的奇妙旅程。我珍視這種能夠激發探索欲和思考的作品。

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初次接觸到《少年Pi的奇幻漂流》這個書名，就勾起瞭我強烈的閱讀欲望。它自帶一種神秘感和冒險氣息，讓人聯想到浩瀚的海洋、未知的生物，以及一段非凡的個人旅程。“奇幻漂流”這四個字，仿佛一扇門，推開後便是令人屏息的景象。我腦海中已經勾勒齣無數個可能的場景：少年Pi如何憑藉智慧和勇氣，在孤寂的海洋中與險境搏鬥？他的“漂流”究竟包含瞭哪些超越現實的元素？是真實的航行，還是心靈的遠徵？書的英文原版平裝，對我而言，更增添瞭一份原汁原味的體驗。我期待著能夠直接品味作者最初的文字，感受那種最純粹的錶達，而不經過任何翻譯的過濾。這本書的體裁，也讓我充滿好奇。它會是一部純粹的冒險小說，還是融入瞭哲學思考和宗教寓言？這正是它的魅力所在，一種模糊瞭界限，卻又引人深思的可能性。我喜歡這種能夠激發想象力，同時又帶著深刻內涵的作品。

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這本《少年Pi的奇幻漂流》的平裝版，在我拿到手的那一刻，就帶著一種沉甸甸的期待。翻開第一頁，那種油墨混閤著紙張的獨特氣息撲麵而來，瞬間將我拉入瞭一個充滿未知與可能的世界。封麵設計簡潔卻寓意深遠，那躍然紙上的字體，仿佛預示著一場與命運的較量，一場關於生存與信仰的宏大敘事即將展開。我尚未深入故事本身，但僅憑這書的質感和外觀，就已經足夠讓人心生漣漪。它不僅僅是一本書，更像是一張船票，邀請我去探索一個與現實平行卻又更加絢爛的維度。我迫不及待地想知道，這個名叫Pi的少年，他的生命旅程究竟會以何種驚心動魄，又或是以何種靜謐而深邃的方式呈現在我眼前。我喜歡這種觸手可及的實體書帶來的儀式感，它不像電子書那樣冰冷，而是承載著溫度和故事的靈魂。每一個摺痕，每一頁泛黃的邊緣，都可能成為未來迴憶的載體。這本平裝版，無疑是我書架上的一件珍寶，等待著被緩緩開啓，被故事浸潤。

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至少那本送人瞭又買瞭一本，還是A6大小，厚厚的。不錯的。

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紙張太差，什麼破書

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長草很久瞭，一直都不便宜，這次京東618搞活動，毫不猶豫拿下

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很好

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這麼小的一本書，看起來也很舊，不值這個價。

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書挺好的 就是沒有塑料膜 顯jiu

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書的設計不是很喜歡，體型小但是厚瞭～紙張屬於懷舊型，應該沒有熒光劑不是特彆白的那種也許不傷眼睛哦～

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産品非常好，服務好，配送快，一直信賴京東

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紙不好 一看就是盜版。再也不從京東買外文書瞭，好失望。