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Yann Martel（扬·马特尔） 著

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• 奇幻漂流
• 冒险
• 生存
• 印度
• 少年
• 动物
• 海洋
• 小说
• 文学
• 原版英文

出版社： Melia Publishing Services Ltd

ISBN：9780156035880

商品编码：19233515

包装：平装

出版时间：2010-03-26

用纸：胶版纸

页数：401

正文语种：英文

商品尺寸：17.27x10.67x1.78cm;0.3kg

内容简介

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》是作者马特尔的第二部小说，但是一面市便惊艳国际文坛，获奖无数，成为畅销书。《少年pi的奇幻漂流》是一关于成长、冒险、希望、奇迹、生存和信心的奇特的小说，在美国、加拿大、德国、英国等欧美国家进入了高中生必读书目。这本书描述了16岁的印度少年和一只孟加拉虎共同在太平洋漂流227天后获得重生的神奇经历。如真似幻的海上历险与天真、残酷并存的人性矛盾，在书中不但巧妙契合，更激荡出高潮不断的阅读惊喜。
　　小说内容关于冒险、希望、奇迹、生存和信心，是一个能让人产生信仰的故事，同时也会让读者重新认识文学并相信文学的力量。书中如真似幻的海上历险与天真、残酷并存的人性矛盾，巧妙契合，更激荡出高潮不断的阅读惊喜。读者读过此书后必将引发深深的思考，无论是开放式的结局还是小说对于信仰、生存，乃至人与动物、人与人、人与世界的关系的展现，都会成为每一个读者深思的问题。难得的是，这样一本蕴含悠远、包罗万象的书确是非常好读，叙述行云流水，文字不艰涩不花哨，语言朴实且有力量，好读且让人欲罢不能。

作者简介

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.

　　扬·马特尔（Yann Martel），一九六三年出生于西班牙，父母是加拿大人。幼时曾旅居哥斯达黎加、法国、墨西哥、加拿大，成年后作客伊朗、土耳其及印度。毕业于加拿大特伦特大学哲学系，其后从事过各种稀奇古怪的行业，包括植树工、洗碗工、保安等。

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精彩书评

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

　　美国总统奥巴马曾在和女儿共读此书之后写信给作者马特尔，称此书是“对上帝之存在的优雅证明，完美展示了故事的力量”。
　　许多年来最奇特然而也是最容易读的一部小说……《少年PI的奇幻漂流》将奇谈、寓言和道德故事糅合在了一起。
　　——《经济学人》

　　我们需要这个故事，当然不是为了掩饰我们的兽性，更是为了对我们的人性怀有信心。
　　——作家周国平

　　PI不读“屁”，读“派”，就是圆周率π，一个最真实最神秘的数字。
　　——书评人 小宝

　　我愿意把它看做一本人和世界（宇宙）的关系的小说。如果真的2012是末日，这本书可以留给任何幸存下来的人，它有太多的含义。
　　——雕塑家 向京

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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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这本《少年Pi的奇幻漂流》的平装版，在我拿到手的那一刻，就带着一种沉甸甸的期待。翻开第一页，那种油墨混合着纸张的独特气息扑面而来，瞬间将我拉入了一个充满未知与可能的世界。封面设计简洁却寓意深远，那跃然纸上的字体，仿佛预示着一场与命运的较量，一场关于生存与信仰的宏大叙事即将展开。我尚未深入故事本身，但仅凭这书的质感和外观，就已经足够让人心生涟漪。它不仅仅是一本书，更像是一张船票，邀请我去探索一个与现实平行却又更加绚烂的维度。我迫不及待地想知道，这个名叫Pi的少年，他的生命旅程究竟会以何种惊心动魄，又或是以何种静谧而深邃的方式呈现在我眼前。我喜欢这种触手可及的实体书带来的仪式感，它不像电子书那样冰冷，而是承载着温度和故事的灵魂。每一个折痕，每一页泛黄的边缘，都可能成为未来回忆的载体。这本平装版，无疑是我书架上的一件珍宝，等待着被缓缓开启，被故事浸润。

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“Life of Pi”——这个简单的英文书名，就足以在我的脑海中激起无数涟漪。它预示着一段生命的轨迹，一段不平凡的经历。而“少年Pi的奇幻漂流”这一中文副标题，则将这种预示具象化，赋予了它更强的画面感和故事性。我虽然还未翻开它，但仅凭这两个名字，我已经能感受到一种史诗般的壮阔，以及一种细腻入微的情感。我想象着Pi，一个年轻的生命，在广袤的海洋上，面对未知的挑战，经历着身体与心灵的双重洗礼。这种“奇幻”二字，更是让我对接下来的故事充满了无限遐想。它是否会涉及神话、宗教，或是某种超自然的元素？它所描绘的“漂流”又将是怎样的形态？是简单的海上航行，还是精神世界的探索？这本平装版，在我眼中，更像是一份邀请函，邀请我踏上一场与Pi一同的奇妙旅程。我珍视这种能够激发探索欲和思考的作品。

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这本《少年Pi的奇幻漂流》的英文原版平装，在我看来，绝不仅仅是一本普通的读物。它所承载的，是一种跨越文化、跨越想象的旅程。单单“Life of Pi”这个名字，就仿佛蕴含着无数的可能性，一个生命的哲学，一个关于存在的探讨。而中文的“奇幻漂流”，则更添了一层神秘的色彩，让人不禁联想到那些不可思议的冒险，那些超越现实的体验。我仿佛已经能感受到，翻开书页的那一刻，自己也会随之踏上这场惊心动魄的旅程，去感受那份孤独，那份绝望，以及那份在绝境中迸发出的顽强生命力。我特别喜欢英文原版，因为它能让我直接接触到作者最原始的文字，感受那种最纯粹的语言魅力，而不是通过翻译的滤镜。这本书，对我来说，是一次心灵的洗礼，一次关于勇气、信仰与生存的深刻反思。

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初次接触到《少年Pi的奇幻漂流》这个书名，就勾起了我强烈的阅读欲望。它自带一种神秘感和冒险气息，让人联想到浩瀚的海洋、未知的生物，以及一段非凡的个人旅程。“奇幻漂流”这四个字，仿佛一扇门，推开后便是令人屏息的景象。我脑海中已经勾勒出无数个可能的场景：少年Pi如何凭借智慧和勇气，在孤寂的海洋中与险境搏斗？他的“漂流”究竟包含了哪些超越现实的元素？是真实的航行，还是心灵的远征？书的英文原版平装，对我而言，更增添了一份原汁原味的体验。我期待着能够直接品味作者最初的文字，感受那种最纯粹的表达，而不经过任何翻译的过滤。这本书的体裁，也让我充满好奇。它会是一部纯粹的冒险小说，还是融入了哲学思考和宗教寓言？这正是它的魅力所在，一种模糊了界限，却又引人深思的可能性。我喜欢这种能够激发想象力，同时又带着深刻内涵的作品。

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当我看到《少年Pi的奇幻漂流》这部作品的英文原版平装版时，我脑海中瞬间浮现出一种古老而又充满活力的形象。那“Life of Pi”的简洁有力，如同一个神秘的印记，宣告着一个关于生命的故事即将展开。而“奇幻漂流”这四个字，则将我的思绪带到了波涛汹涌的海洋，带到了一个充满未知与惊喜的旅程。我喜欢这种能够瞬间抓住人心的标题，它本身就具备了巨大的叙事张力。我期待着，在这本平装书中，能够找到那种最直接、最原始的故事魅力。它或许会用最朴素的语言，讲述最震撼人心的经历；它或许会用最简单的画面，描绘最宏大的世界。我喜欢这种实体书带来的沉浸感，纸张的触感，翻页的声音，都仿佛是故事的一部分，让我能够更深入地感受作者想要传达的情感和思想。这本书，对我而言，不仅仅是一次阅读，更是一次与未知对话，与生命对话的契机。

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东西很棒，大小也合适

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京东服务好，送货快，书不错。

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终于等到，很轻，看起来感觉还不错

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感觉纸张好粗糙啊，还比较黄。原版外文书这个样子啊，，，，

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经典的少年派，纸质偏薄易于携带，喜欢!

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I like it very much.

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蛮好的原版书，提高英语阅读水平的

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从岛的这一侧望出去，是烟波浩渺的海洋，直直地通往非洲。印度洋和南大洋在这里交汇，峭壁下，这一片海犹如无边无际的地毯般向外延伸。这样的天气里，海面是如此平静，仿佛静止一般，她甚至觉得自己能够踏上这蓝色的旅程，走向马达加斯加。而从岛的另一面往回看，海水波涛汹涌，一百英里之外是澳洲大陆。这个岛屿不与大陆相连，却又离陆地很近。一连串海底山脉从海底升起，在海平面上突起，那些最高的山峰就好像锯齿状下颚骨上的一排牙齿，仿佛在等待海浪最终冲击海港的时刻，好吞噬那些无辜的船只。

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好