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书名：Endless Night 长夜
难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数680L
作者：Agatha Christie
出版社名称：HarperCollins
出版时间：2017
语种：英文
ISBN：9780008196394
商品尺寸：12.9 x 1.6 x 19.8 cm
包装：平装
页数：256
英国作家阿加莎·克里斯蒂被誉为“侦探小说女王”，同时她也是侦探文学史上伟大的作家。Endless Night《长夜》是阿加莎·克里斯蒂创作的长篇小说，是她的后期作品之一，作品中并没有出现侦探的角色。书中讲述了迈克尔和富家女艾丽相恋结婚，然而结局出人意料。“人往往不知道一生当中真正重要的时刻——直到为时已晚。”阿加莎令读者迷惑的不仅仅是侦探故事，还有她笔下那忧伤的爱情。
该书出版一个月后，在《泰晤士报》的一次访谈中，阿加莎承认：“这部作品与我以往所创作的都不相同——更加的严肃，其实是一部悲剧。有些家庭里，小孩似乎一出生就会出问题……我写作一本书通常花三到四个月，但写作《长夜》只用了六周。如果你写得相当快，那就常常能写出更加自然的文字，做迈克尔并不难。”本书是阿加莎著作权继承人马修·普利查德强烈推荐的一部作品，深受读者的喜爱。
Agatha Christie’s disturbing 1960s mystery thriller, reissued with a striking new cover designed to appeal to the latest generation of Agatha Christie fans and book lovers.
Gipsy’s Acre was a truly beautiful upland site with views out to sea – and in Michael Rogers it stirred a child-like fantasy.
There, amongst the dark fir trees, he planned to build a house, find a girl and live happily ever after.
Yet, as he left the village, a shadow of menace hung over the land. For this was the place where accidents happened. Perhaps Michael should have heeded the locals’ warnings: ‘There’s no luck for them as meddles with Gipsy’s Acre.’
Michael Rogers is a man who is about to learn the true meaning of the old saying ‘In my end is my beginning…’
Review
‘One of the best things Agatha Christie has ever done.’ --Sunday Times
美丽宁静的吉卜赛庄，却被传言是一所遭受了诅咒的住所，许多擅自进入的人都会在事故中丧生，没有人能够逃脱。然而英俊潇洒的穷小子迈克还是一眼看中了这里，奢望成为这里的主人。他与富家小姐艾丽在这里相遇、相爱，不久后便结婚、定居。他相信自己已经拥有了世界上美好的一切，可那可怕的诅咒会放过他们吗？有一天，艾丽骑马出去，再也没有回来……
阿加莎·克里斯蒂原名为阿加莎·玛丽·克拉丽莎·米勒，1890年9月15日生于英国德文郡托基的阿什菲尔德宅邸。她几乎没有接受过正规的教育，但酷爱阅读，尤其痴迷于歇洛克·福尔摩斯的故事。
一战期间，阿加莎·克里斯蒂成了一名志愿者。战争结束后，她创作了自己的第1部侦探小说《斯泰尔斯庄园奇案》。几经周折，作品于1920年正式出版，由此开启了克里斯蒂辉煌的创作生涯。1926年，《罗杰疑案》由哈珀柯林斯出版公司出版。这部作品一举奠定了阿加莎·克里斯蒂在侦探文学领域不可撼动的地位。阿加莎·克里斯蒂的创作生涯持续了50余年，总共创作了80部侦探小说。她的作品畅销全世界100多个国家和地区，累计销量已经突破20亿册。阿加莎·克里斯蒂是柯南·道尔之后伟大的侦探小说作家，是侦探文学黄金时代的开创者和集大成者。1971年，英国女王授予克里斯蒂爵士称号，以表彰其不朽的贡献。
1976年1月12日，阿加莎·克里斯蒂逝世于英国牛津郡沃灵福德家中，被安葬于牛津郡的圣玛丽教堂墓园，享年85岁。
Agatha Christiewas born in Torquay in 1890 and became, quite simply, the best-selling novelist in history. Her first novel, The Mysterious Affair at Styles, written towards the end of the First World War, introduced us to Hercule Poirot, who was to become the most popular detective in crime fiction since Sherlock Holmes. She is known throughout the world as the Queen of Crime. Her books have sold over a billion copies in the English language and another billion in over 100 foreign countries. She is the author of 80 crime novels and short story collections, 19 plays, and six novels under the name of Mary Westmacott.
In the end is my beginning… That’s a quotation I’ve often heardpeople say. It sounds all right—but what does it really mean?
Is there ever any particular spot where one can put one’s finger and say: ‘It all began that day, at such a time and such a place, with such an incident?’
Did my story begin, perhaps, when I noticed the Sale Bill hanging on the wall of the George and Dragon, announcing Sale by Auction of that valuable property ‘The Towers’, and giving particulars of the acreage, the miles and furlongs, and the highly idealized portrait of ‘The Towers’ as it might have been perhaps in its prime, anything from eighty to a hundred years ago?
I was doing nothing particular, just strolling along the main street of Kingston Bishop, a place of no importance whatever, killing time. I noticed the Sale Bill. Why? Fate up to its dirty work? Or dealing out its golden handshake of good fortune? You can look at it either way.
Or you could say, perhaps, that it all had its beginnings when I met Santonix, during the talks I had with him; I can close my eyes and see: his flushed cheeks, the over- brilliant eyes, and the movement of the strong yet delicate hand that sketched and drew plans and elevations of houses. One house in particular, a beautiful house, a house that would be wonderful to own!
My longing for a house, a fine and beautiful house, such a house as I could never hope to have, flowered into life then. It was a happy fantasy shared between us, the house that Santonix would build for me—if he lasted long enough…
A house that in my dreams I would live in with the girl that I loved, a house in which just like a child’s silly fairy story we should live together ‘happy ever afterwards’. All pure fantasy, all nonsense, but it started that ride of longing in me. Longing for something I was never likely to have.
Or if this is a love story—and it is a love story, I swear— then why not begin where I first caught sight of Ellie standing in the dark fir trees of Gipsy’s Acre?
