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Homer（荷馬） 著，Allen Mandelbaum 譯

圖書標籤:

• 史詩
• 古希臘文學
• 荷馬
• 奧德賽
• 冒險故事
• 英雄之旅
• 古典文學
• 神話
• 文學
• 平裝本

齣版社： Random House

ISBN：9780553213997

版次：1

商品編碼：19017121

包裝：平裝

叢書名： Bantam Classics

齣版時間：1991-09-01

頁數：560

正文語種：英文

商品尺寸：10.67x3.05x17.27cm

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While Mandelbaum and the University of California Press are to be commended for attempting this new translation of The Odyssey , those of Robert Fitzgerald (Doubleday, 1963) and Richard Lattimore (Harper & Row, 1968) still remain the versions of choice for serious students who don't know Greek. Mandelbaum's poetry is fluent but lacks the feeling for the original that he brought to his fine translations of Virgil ( The Aeneid of Virgil , Bantam, 1976) and Dante ( The Divine Comedy: The Inferno , Bantam, 1982). There is a looseness in the translation that often misses the intricacy and interconnection of The Odyssey as a whole. Illustrated with engravings, this is essentially a coffee-table book.

內容簡介

Homer's epic chronicle of the Greek hero Odysseus' journey home from the Trojan War has inspired writers from Virgil to James Joyce. Odysseus survives storm and shipwreck, the cave of the Cyclops and the isle of Circe, the lure of the Sirens' song and a trip to the Underworld, only to find his most difficult challenge at home, where treacherous suitors seek to steal his kingdom and his loyal wife, Penelope. Favorite of the gods, Odysseus embodies the energy, intellect, and resourcefulness that were of highest value to the ancients and that remain ideals in out time.

In this new verse translation, Allen Mandelbaum--celebrated poet and translator of Virgil's Aeneid and Dante's Divine Comedy--realizes the power and beauty of the original Greek verse and demonstrates why the epic tale of The Odyssey has captured the human imagination for nearly three thousand years.

作者簡介

Homer is traditionally held to be the author of the ancient Greek epic poems the Iliad and the Odyssey, as well as of the Homeric Hymns.

Allen Mandelbaum (born 1926 in Albany, New York) is an American professor of Italian literature, poet, and translator. He is currently W. R. Kenan, Jr., Professor of Humanities at Wake Forest University.

精彩書評

"A splendid achievement outstripping all competitors."
--Anthony A. Long, author of Hellenistic Philosophy

"With real poetic power...his book is one no lover of living poetry should miss."
--The New York Times Book Review

精彩書摘

Book I

To the Muse.

*

The anger of Poseidon.

*

In Poseidon's absence,

a gathering of the gods in Zeus' halls on Olympus.

Athena's plea for help for the stranded Odysseus;

Zeus' consent.

*

Athena in the guise of Mént?s visits Ithaca.

Her advice to Telémachus:

he is to confront the Ithacan elders

with the problem of the suitors

and to leave Ithaca to search

for news of his father.

*

Penelope's appearance among the suitors.

Her silencing of Phémius the singer.

Telémachus and the suitors:

their sharp exchange.

*

Nightfall:

Telémachus and his old nurse, Eurycle*ˉˉa.

Muse, tell me of the man of many wiles,*

the man who wandered many paths of exile*

after he sacked Troy's sacred citadel.*

He saw the cities-mapped the minds-of many;*

and on the sea, his spirit suffered every*

adversity-to keep his life intact;*

to bring his comrades back. In that last task,*

his will was firm and fast, and yet he failed:*

he could not save his comrades. Fools, they foiled*

themselves: they ate the oxen of the Sun,*

the herd of Hélios Hypérion;*

the lord of light requited their transgression-*

he took away the day of their return.*

Muse, tell us of these matters. Daughter of Zeus,*

my starting point is any point you choose.*

All other Greeks who had been spared the steep*

descent to death had reached their homes-released*

from war and waves. One man alone was left,*

still longing for his home, his wife, his rest.*

For the commanding nymph, the brightest goddess,*

Calypso, held him in her hollow grottoes:*

she wanted him as husband. Even when*

the wheel of years drew near his destined time-*

the time the gods designed for his return*

to Ithaca-he still could not depend*

upon fair fortune or unfailing friends.*

While other gods took pity on him, one-*

Poseidon-still pursued: he preyed upon*

divine Odysseus until the end,*

until the exile found his own dear land.*

But now Poseidon was away-his hosts,*

the Ethiopians, the most remote*

of men (they live in two divided parts-*

half, where the sun-god sets; half, where he starts).*

Poseidon, visiting the east, received*

the roasted thighs of bulls and sheep. The feast*

delighted him. And there he sat. But all*

his fellow gods were gathered in the halls*

of Zeus upon Olympus; there the father*

of men and gods spoke first. His mind upon*

the versatile Aegísthus-whom the son*

of Agamemnon, famed Oréstes, killed-*

he shared this musing with the deathless ones:*

"Men are so quick to blame the gods: they say*

that we devise their misery. But they*

themselves-in their depravity-design*

grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.*

So did Aegísthus act when he transgressed*

the boundaries that fate and reason set.*

He took the lawful wife of Agamemnon;*

and when the son of átreus had come back,*

Aegísthus murdered him-although he knew*

how steep was that descent. For we'd sent Hermes,*

our swiftest, our most keen-eyed emissary,*

to warn against that murder and adultery:*

'Oréstes will avenge his father when,*

his manhood come, he claims his rightful land.'*

Hermes had warned him as one warns a friend.*

And yet Aegísthus' will could not be swayed.*

Now, in one stroke, all that he owes is paid."*

Athena, gray-eyed goddess, answered Zeus:*

"Our father, Cronos' son, you, lord of lords,*

Aegísthus died the death that he deserved.*

May death like his strike all who ape his sins.*

But brave Odysseus' fate does break my heart:*

long since, in misery he suffers, far*

from friends, upon an island in the deep-*

a site just at the navel of the sea.*

And there, upon that island rich in trees,*

a goddess has her home: the fair-haired daughter*

of Atlas the malevolent (who knows*

the depths of every sea, for he controls*

the giant column holding earth and sky*

apart). Calypso, Atlas' daughter, keeps*

the sad Odysseus there-although he weeps.*

Her words are fond and fragrant, sweet and soft-*

so she would honey him to cast far off*

his Ithaca; but he would rather die*

than live the life of one denied the sight*

of smoke that rises from his homeland's hearths.*

Are you, Olympus' lord, not moved by this?*

Was not Odysseus your favorite*

when, on the spacious plain of Troy, beside*

the Argive ships, he sacrificed to you?*

What turned your fondness into malice, Zeus?"*

Zeus, shepherd of the clouds, replied: "My daughter,*

how can the barrier of your teeth permit*

such speech to cross your lips? Can I forget*

godlike Odysseus, most astute of men,*

whose offerings were so unstinting when*

he sacrificed to the undying gods,*

the masters of vast heaven? Rest assured.*

Only Poseidon, lord whose chariot runs*

beneath the earth, is furious-it was*

Odysseus who deprived the grandest Cyclops,*

the godlike Polyphémus, of his eye.*

(Th?ósa-nymph whose father, Phórcys, keeps*

a close watch on the never-resting deep-*

gave birth to that huge Cyclops after she*

had lain in her deep sea-cave with Poseidon.)*

And ever since his son was gouged, the god*

who makes earth tremble, though he does not kill*

Odysseus, will not let him end his exile.*

But now we all must think of his return-*

of how to bring him home again. Poseidon*

will set aside his anger; certainly*

he cannot have his way, for he is only*

one god against us all, and we are many." NNN*

Athena, gray-eyed goddess, answered him:*

"Our father, Cronos' son, you, lord of lords,*

if now the blessed gods indeed would end*

the wanderings of Odysseus, let us send*

the keen-eyed Hermes to Calypso's isle,*

Ogy′gia. Let him there at once declare*

to her, the goddess with the lovely hair,*

our undeniable decree: Steadfast*

Odysseus is to find his homeward path.*

But I shall make my way to Ithaca*

at once, to give his son the strength to summon*

the long-haired Ithacans; when they assemble*

he can denounce-and scatter-all the suitors:*

they are forever slaughtering his sheep,*

his shambling oxen with their curving horns.*

Then off to sandy Pylos and to Sparta*

I'll send him to seek tidings of his father's*

return; he may yet hear some hopeful word-*

and men will then commend him for his search."*

That said, Athena fastened on fine sandals:*

these-golden, everlasting-carried her*

with swift winds over seas and endless lands.*

The goddess took her bronze-tipped battle lance,*

heavy and huge and solid; with this shaft,*

she-daughter of so great a force-can smash*

the ranks of warriors who've earned her wrath.*

One leap-and from Olympus' peaks she reached*

the land of Ithaca. She stood before*

Odysseus' door, the threshold of his court.*

She gripped the bronze-tipped shaft, and taking on*

the likeness of a stranger, she became*

lord Mént?s, chieftain of the Táphians.*

She found the braggart suitors at the gate.*

Delighting in their dicing, they reclined*

on hides of oxen they themselves had skinned-*

with pages and attendants serving them,*

some mixing wine and water in wide bowls,*

while others washed the tables down with sponges*

and readied them for food, and others still*

stacked meat in heaps on platters-high and full.*

The very first to notice Mént?s' presence*

was young Telémachus. He-sad, morose-*

sat with the suitors. In his reverie,*

he saw his sturdy father-would that he,*

returning suddenly, might banish these*

intruders from his palace and restore*

the rights and rule that had been his before.*

Such was the sadness of Telémachus,*

alone among the suitors, till he saw*

Athena; he rushed toward the outer door,*

ashamed that none had gone to greet the stranger.*

He drew near, clasped her right hand, even as*

his left relieved her of the heavy lance.*

And when he spoke, his words were like winged shafts:*

"My greetings, stranger. Welcome to our feast.*

Eat first-and then do tell us what you seek."*

He led the way; Athena followed him.*

Once they were in the high-roofed hall, he placed*

her lance against a column at whose base*

a polished rack, with slots for spears, was set;*

within that rack there stood still other shafts,*

the many spears that brave Odysseus left.*

He led the stranger to a tall chair, wrought*

with care; across its frame he spread rich cloth.*

There he invited her to sit and rest*

her feet upon a stool; and he himself*

sat nearby, on another well-carved chair,*

set far off from the suitors, lest his guest,*

in all that brouhaha, might look askance*

at feasting with such overbearing men-*

and, too, because he wanted so to gather*

what news he could about his distant father.*

That they might wash their hands, a servant poured*

fresh water from a lovely golden jug*

into a silver basin; at their side*

she placed a polished table. The old housewife*

was generous: she drew on ...

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從翻譯的角度來看，這本書的處理簡直堪稱教科書級彆的典範。我能夠清晰地感受到譯者在保持原文史詩氣勢與適應現代讀者閱讀習慣之間所做的微妙平衡。譯文流暢自然，絕無那種生硬的“翻譯腔”，讀起來如同閱讀一篇優秀的現代散文，但在關鍵時刻，又能捕捉到古老韻文中特有的那種磅礴的氣勢和節奏感。例如，那些關於海洋的描繪，那種藍色和鹹味的質感仿佛透過紙麵都能觸及，這絕對是翻譯的功力所在。一個好的譯本能夠讓古老的文字重獲新生，而這個版本無疑做到瞭。它沒有為瞭追求“復古”而變得晦澀難懂，也沒有為瞭追求“現代”而喪失瞭史詩應有的莊重感，這種恰到好處的拿捏，讓無數次想要閤上書本喘口氣的時候，又被那流暢的敘事再次吸引迴去，難以自拔。

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這本書的開篇敘事節奏把握得極佳，作者（或者說譯者，我指的是呈現文本的人）的筆觸如同海上的風暴，時而平靜如鏡，時而波濤洶湧，緊緊抓住瞭讀者的心神。我發現自己很難將視綫從文字上移開，仿佛置身於特洛伊的戰火之中，又或是感受著海妖塞壬那緻命的歌聲。文風中帶著一種古老而莊嚴的韻律感，即使是描述最日常的場景，也似乎被鍍上瞭一層神話的光輝。語言的運用極其精煉，每一個詞語都像經過韆錘百煉的青銅器，堅硬且富有光澤。它不是那種用華麗辭藻堆砌的文字遊戲，而是直擊靈魂深處的敘事力量，讓人在閱讀過程中不自覺地屏住呼吸，生怕錯過任何一個關鍵的轉摺或一個細微的情感波動。這種純粹的敘事張力，是當代文學作品中越來越少見的寶貴品質。

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這本書的價值遠超其作為“故事書”的層麵，它更像是一把鑰匙，開啓瞭西方文學和文化傳統的源頭之門。每一次重讀，都會有新的領悟，仿佛文本本身隨著讀者的心境變化而發生著微妙的摺射。它教會瞭我如何去理解“韌性”的真正含義，不是指蠻力的抗爭，而是指在一次次被擊倒後，依然選擇站起來，繼續麵對未知的旅程。它所傳遞齣的那種曆經磨難後的平靜與智慧，是任何現代心靈雞湯都無法比擬的。這本書就像一位飽經風霜的長者，用他坎坷的一生，嚮你訴說著關於堅持、關於愛、關於人性復雜麵的永恒真理。對於任何一個熱愛文學、渴望探究人類精神深度的人來說，它都應該占據書架上一個非常重要的位置，一個值得反復翻閱、常讀常新的精神食糧。

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好，。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

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非常滿意，五星

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荷馬史詩的第二部，夠經典。

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荷馬史詩的第二部，夠經典。

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赫赫，腦殘粉真是沒救瞭，聽說JC喜歡奧德賽就買瞭英文版，目前微微有點傻眼。。。幸好也買瞭譯本。總體來說不錯啦，雖然內頁的紙不太好，但看看這個價格……

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但國內買Fagle版太貴瞭，也不太好買，這個便宜方便，忍瞭。

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還挺有趣的

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還沒看到實物，看到追評，給京東客服差評，下單後未付款想起忘要發票，要客服幫忙修改訂單，一次買瞭二十多本書，又不能重新下單，客服就各種不能，每次跟客服說什麼都是不能，既然京東客服什麼都不能做，還留著客服乾什麼

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不錯