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The Bridges of Madison County

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发表于 2008-11-9 12:48:45 | 显示全部楼层 |阅读模式
[发帖际遇]: hi162开车超速被罚款现金1000思明币.



    爱荷华州的夏天燥热,并且尘土飞扬,罗伯特.金凯驾车来到弗朗西丝卡的农庄问路,从此一位世界级的摄影师和一位爱荷华农妇开始了一段极为真挚和美好的交往,这段经历伴随了他们的余生。本书是90年代最著名的浪漫小说,登上《纽约时报》排行榜长达162周,全球发行900万册的畅销小说。

   
古老的廊桥,孤独的远游客。两颗中年人的心渐渐贴近,撞出火花,寻觅已久的灵魂找到了永恒的归宿。这段不了的情缘,因世事的羁绊而无奈分离。年复一年的缠绵思念,漂泊感伤的流浪情怀,刻骨铭心,凄婉绝伦……
The Bridges of Madison County
a novel
Robert James Waller
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The Beginning

There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of them. In late afternoon, in the autumn of 1989, I'm at my desk, looking at a blinking cursor on the computer screen before me, and the telephone rings.
On the other end of the wire is a former Iowan named Michael Johnson. He lives in Florida now. A friend from Iowa has sent him one of my books. Michael Johnson has read it; his sister, Carolyn, has read it; and they have a story in which they think I might be interested. He is circumspect, refusing to say anything about the story, except that he and Carolyn are willing to travel to Iowa to talk with me about it.
That they are prepared to make such an effort intrigues me, in spite of my skepticism about such offers. So I agree to meet with them in Des Moines the following week. At a Holiday Inn near the airport, the introductions are made, awkwardness gradually declines, and the two of them sit across from me, evening coming down outside, light snow falling.
They extract a promise: If I decide not to write the story, I must agree never to disclose what transpired in Madison County, Iowa, in 1965 or other related events that followed over the next twenty-four years. All right, that's reasonable. After all, it's their story, not mine.
So I listen. I listen hard, and I ask hard questions. And they talk. On and on they talk. Carolyn cries openly at times, Michael struggles not to. They show me documents and magazine clippings and a set of journals written by their mother, Francesca.
Room service comes and goes. Extra coffee is ordered. As they talk, I begin to see the images. First you must have the images, then come the words. And I begin to hear the words, begin to see them on pages of writing. Sometime just after midnight, I agree to write the story--- or at least attempt it.
Their decision to make this information public was a difficult one for them. The circumstances are delicate, involving their mother and, more tangentially, their father. Michael and Carolyn recognized that coming forth with the story might result in tawdry gossip and unkind debasement of whatever memories people have of Richard and Francesca Johnson.
Yet in a world where personal commitment in all of its forms seems to be shattering and love has become a matter of convenience, they both felt this remarkable tale was worth the telling. I believed then, and I believe even more strongly now, they were correct in their assessment.
In the course of my research and writing, I asked to meet with Michael and Carolyn three more times. On each occasion, and without complaint, they traveled to Iowa. Such was their eagerness to make sure the story was told accurately. Sometimes we merely talked; sometimes we slowly drove the roads of Madison County while they pointed out places having a significant role in the story.
In addition to the help provided by Michael anal Carolyn, the story as I tell it here is based on information contained in the journals of Francesca Johnson; research conducted in the northwestern United States, particularly Seattle and Bellingham, Washington; research carried out quietly in Madison County, Iowa; information gleaned from the photographic essays of Robert Kincaid; assistance provided by magazine editors; detail supplied by manufacturers of photographic films and equipment; and long discussions with several wonderful elderly people in the county home at Barnesville, Ohio, who remembered Kincaid from his boyhood days.
In spite of the investigative effort, gaps remain. I have added a little of my own imagination in those instances, but only when I could make reasoned judgments flowing from the intimate familiarity with Francesca Johnson and Robert Kincaid I gained through my research. I am confident that I have come very close to what actually happened.
One major gap involves the exact details of a trip made across the northern United States by Kincaid. We knew he made this journey, based on a number of photographs that subsequently were published, a brief mention of it by Francesca Johnson in her journals, and handwritten notes he left with a magazine editor. Using these sources as my guide, I retraced what I believe was the path he took from Bellingham to Madison County in August of 1965. Driving toward Madison County at the end of my travels, I felt I had, in many ways, become Robert Kincaid.


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发表于 2008-11-9 12:59:54 | 显示全部楼层
好长的英文啊~~
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发表于 2008-11-9 13:08:43 | 显示全部楼层
看过。。。挺感动的。。。好像还有电影的。。。电影那个魂断蓝桥也不错
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发表于 2008-11-9 13:14:14 | 显示全部楼层
英文???它看懂我了,但我没看懂它
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发表于 2008-11-9 20:56:39 | 显示全部楼层
廊桥遗梦?mosmilemo
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发表于 2008-11-9 21:22:51 | 显示全部楼层
[发帖际遇]: hax请朋友们喝酒, 用了现金9思明币.


这叫一个张呐!!!!!!!!!!!!
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