书名：Oprah’s Book Club Summer 2005: A Summer of Faulkner: As I Lay Dying, The Sound and the Fury, Light in August 喧哗与骚动/我弥留之际/八月之光

作者：William Faulkner
出版社名称：Vintage
出版时间：2005
语种：英文
ISBN：9780307275325
商品尺寸：20.7 x 6.4 x 13.4 cm
包装：盒装
页数：1106

威廉·福克纳（William Faulkner），美国文学史上具有影响力的作家之一，意识流文学在美国的代表人物，1949年诺贝尔文学奖得主，瑞典学院对他的评价是：“他对当代美国小说做出了强有力和艺术上无与伦比的贡献。”

这套A Summer of Faulkner为2005年奥普拉读书俱乐部（Oprah’s Book Club）的，共收录了福克纳的三部代表作：As I Lay Dying《我弥留之际》、The Sound and the Fury《喧哗与骚动》、Light in August《八月之光》，由奥普拉·温弗莉（Oprah Winfrey）作序。
推荐理由：
1.威廉福克纳作品集，“约福克纳帕塔法世系”重要小说；
2.克洛德西蒙、加缪、萨特、略萨、马尔克斯、莫言等多位诺贝尔文学奖获得者对威廉福克纳推崇备至，视其为自己的文学创作导师；
3.英文原版，内容完整无删减，纸质护眼。
The 2005 Summer Selection is available in an exclusive three volume boxed edition that includes a special reader’s guide with an introduction by Oprah Winfrey.

As I Lay Dying《我弥留之际》

《我弥留之际》是福克纳的代表作以及“约福克纳帕塔法世系”的重要小说之一。讲述美国南方农民本德伦为遵守对妻子的承诺，率全家将妻子的遗体运回家乡安葬的“苦难历程”。整整十天的行程灾难重重：大水差点把棺材冲走，拉车的骡子被淹死，大火几乎将遗体焚化。结果长子失去了一只脚，老二因放火上了人家的谷仓而坐牢，三子失去心爱的马，女儿打胎不成，反被药房伙计奸污，小儿子也没得到渴望的小火车，而本德伦却装上了假牙并娶回了一位新太太。
This novel is the harrowing account of the Bundren family’s odyssey across the Mississippi countryside to bury Addie, their wife and mother. Told in turns by each of the family members–including Addie herself–the novel ranges in mood from dark comedy to the deepest pathos. Originally published in 1930.

The Sound and the Fury《喧哗与骚动》
《喧哗与骚动》是福克纳成熟的作品，也是作家花费心血的小说。小说讲述的是南方没落地主康普生一家的家族悲剧。老康普生游手好闲、嗜酒贪杯，其妻自私冷酷、怨天尤人。长子昆汀绝望地抱住南方所谓的旧传统不放，因妹妹凯蒂风流成性、有辱南方淑女身份而恨疚交加，竟至溺水自杀。次子杰生冷酷贪婪，三子班吉则是个白痴，三十三岁时只有三岁小儿的智能。《喧哗与骚动》通过这三个儿子的内心独白，围绕凯蒂的堕落展开，后来则由黑人女佣迪尔希对前三部分的“有限视角”作补充，归结全书。
《喧哗与骚动》书名出自莎士比亚悲剧《麦克白》第五幕第五场麦克白的有名台词：“人生如痴人说梦，充满着喧哗与骚动，却没有任何意义。”
First published in 1929, Faulkner created his “heart’s darling,” the beautiful and tragic Caddy Compson, whose story Faulkner told through separate monologues by her three brothers–the idiot Benjy, the neurotic suicidal Quentin and the monstrous Jason. 
Light in August《八月之光》
《八月之光》是福克纳的代表作之一，在作家营造的“约克纳帕塔法世系”中占有重要位置。故事主要分两条线索。第1条线索是关于乔克里斯默斯的悲剧性故事。小说的另一条线索是关于莉娜格罗夫的喜剧性故事。小说通过描写杰弗生镇十天的社会生活，体现了人类“心灵深处的亘古至今的真实情感、爱情、同情，自豪、怜悯之心和牺牲精神”。
Light in August, a novel about hopeful perseverance in the face of mortality, features some of Faulkner’s most memorable characters: guileless, dauntless Lena Grove, in search of the father of her unborn child; Reverend Gail Hightower, who is plagued by visions of Confederate horsemen; and Joe Christmas, a desperate, mysterious drifter consumed by his mixed ancestry. Originally published in 1932.

威廉•福克纳（1897~1962），美国文学史上具有影响力的作家之一，意识流文学的代表人物。福克纳以小说创作闻名于世，他一生共写了19部长篇小说与120多篇短篇小说，其中15部长篇与绝大多数短篇的故事都发生在他虚构的约克纳帕塔法县，称为“约克纳帕塔法世系”。1949年因“他对当代美国小说做出了强有力的和艺术上无与伦比的贡献”获得诺贝尔文学奖。主要作品有《喧哗与骚动》《我弥留之际》《圣殿》《押沙龙，押沙龙！》《去吧 摩西》等。     

Born in 1897 in New Albany, Mississippi, William Faulkner was the son of a family proud of their prominent role in the history of the south. He grew up in Oxford, Mississippi, and left high school at fifteen to work in his grandfather’s bank. Rejected by the US military in 1915, he joined the Canadian flyers with the RAF, but was still in training when the war ended. Returning home, he studied at the University of Mississippi and visited Europe briefly in 1925. His first poem was published in The New Republic in 1919. His first book of verse and early novels followed, but his major work began with the publication of The Sound and the Fury in 1929. As I Lay Dying (1930), Sanctuary (1931), Light in August (1932), Absalom, Absalom! (1936) and The Wild Palms (1939) are the key works of his great creative period leading up to Intruder in the Dust (1948). During the 1930s, he worked in Hollywood on film s, notably The Blue Lamp, co-written with Raymond Chandler. William Faulkner was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1949 and the Pulitzer Prize for The Reivers just before his death in July1962.

From As I Lay Dying

Darl
Jewel and I come up from the field, following the path in single file. Although I am fifteen feet ahead of him, anyone watching us from the cottonhouse can see Jewel’s frayed and broken straw hat a full head above my own.
The path runs straight as a plumb-line, worn smooth by feet and baked brick-hard by July, between the green rows of laidby cotton, to the cottonhouse in the center of the field, where it turns and circles the cottonhouse at four soft right angles and goes on across the field again, worn so by feet in fading precision.
The cottonhouse is of rough logs, from between which the chinking has long fallen. Square, with a broken roof set at a single pitch, it leans in empty and shimmering dilapidation in the sunlight, a single broad window in two opposite walls giving onto the approaches of the path. When we reach it I turn and follow the path which circles the house. Jewel, fifteen feet behind me, looking straight ahead, steps in a single stride through the window. Still staring straight ahead, his pale eyes like wood set into his wooden face, he crosses the floor in four strides with the rigid gravity of a cigar store Indian dressed in patched overalls and endued with life from the hips down, and steps in a single stride through the opposite window and into the path again just as I come around the corner. In single file and five feet apart and Jewel now in front, we go on up the path toward the foot of the bluff.
Tull’s wagon stands beside the spring, hitched to the rail, the reins wrapped about the seat stanchion. In the wagon bed are two chairs. Jewel stops at the spring and takes the gourd from the willow branch and drinks. I pass him and mount the path, beginning to hear Cash’s saw.
When I reach the top he has quit sawing. Standing in a litter of chips, he is fitting two of the boards together. Between the shadow spaces they are yellow as gold, like soft gold, bearing on their flanks in smooth undulations the marks of the adze blade: a good carpenter, Cash is. He holds the two planks on the trestle, fitted along the edges in a quarter of the finished box. He kneels and squints along the edge of them, then he lowers them and takes up the adze. A good carpenter. Addie Bundren could not want a better one, a better box to lie in. It will give her confidence and comfort. I go on to the house, followed by the
Chuck. Chuck. Chuck. of the adze.
Cora
So I saved out the eggs and baked yesterday. The cakes turned out right well. We depend a lot on our chickens. They are good layers, what few we have left after the possums and such. Snakes too, in the summer. A snake will break up a hen-house quicker than anything. So after they were going to cost so much more than Mr Tull thought, and after I promised that the difference in the number of eggs would make it up, I had to be more careful than ever because it was on my final say-so we took them. We could have stocked cheaper chickens, but I gave my promise as Miss Lawington said when she advised me to get a good breed, because Mr Tull himself admits that a good breed of cows or hogs pays in the long run. So when we lost so many of them we couldn’t afford to use the eggs ourselves, because I could not have had Mr Tull chide me when it was on my say-so we took them. So when Miss Lawington told me about the cakes I thought that I could bake them and earn enough at one time to increase the net value of the flock the equivalent of two head. And that by saving the eggs out one at a time, even the eggs wouldn’t be costing anything. And that week they laid so well that I not only saved out enough eggs above what we had engaged to sell, to bake the cakes with, I had saved enough so that the flour and the sugar and the stove wood would not be costing anything. So I baked yesterday, more careful than ever I baked in my life, and the cakes turned out right well. But when we got to town this morning Miss Lawington told me the lady had changed her mind and was not going to have the party after all.