书名：Skin and Other Stories 罗尔德达尔小说集作者：Roald Dahl出版社名称：Penguin出版时间：2017语种：英文ISBN：9780141365589商品尺寸：19.8 x 1.4 x 12.9 cm包装：平装页数：224（以实物为准）

英国作家罗尔德·达尔的作品构思奇特，情节紧凑，在每个故事的一开始就打破现实与幻想之间的常规对应，给人一种或幽默或荒诞或机智的美感；同时更重要的是，他的作品都具有一种让人一读就爱不释手的魔力。2000年，英国在“世界图书日”期间行的一次“我很喜欢的作家”投票中，达尔这个名字高踞首位，连《哈利波特》的作者J.K.罗琳也只能位列其后。 除了经典的童书作品之外，罗尔德·达尔在侦探推理小说方面也有非常高的成就。他编写了多部惊悚悬疑小说作品，通过让人心跳加速的文字和细致入微的描写，用充满诡异的情节挑战读者的勇气，满足读者的探索心理，形成一种无法抗拒的诱惑。 本书Skin and Other Stories《罗尔德达尔小说集》是作者的经典惊悚小说系列合集，共包括如下11个扣人心弦的悬疑故事： 1.Skin2.Lamb to the Slaughter3.The Sound Machine4.An African Story5.Galloping Foxley6.The Wish7.The Surgeon8.Dip in the Pool9.The Champion of the World10.Beware of the Dog11.My Lady Love, My Dove 如何在不引起怀疑的情况下处理凶器？ 你会把钻石藏在哪个不会被人发现的地方？ 如果你发现你背上的纹身值100万美元，你会怎么做？ …… 这11个充满阴谋和悬疑的故事，将让你深深着迷于这本书当中，让你爱上阅读！ HOW would you dispose of a murder weapon without causing suspicion? WHERE would you hide a diamond where no one else would think of looking? WHAT if you discovered the tattoo on your back was worth a million dollars? ELEVEN TALES FILLED WITH INTRIGUE AND SUSPENSE TO STARTLE AND SPELLBIND YOU.

罗尔德·达尔是世界奇幻文学大师，他的作品构思奇特，情节紧凑，在每个故事的开始就打破现实与幻想之间的常规对应，其魔力穿越语言和国界。凡是读过达尔作品的孩子全都情不自禁迷倒在他创造的畅快淋漓的魔力世界，无一幸免。此外，他在悬疑短篇小说系列的写作也有颇高的成就，受到世界各地读者的喜爱。 Roald Dahl is one of the most successful and well-known of all children’s writers. His books, which are read by children the world over, include James and the Giant Peach; Charlie and the Chocolate Factory; The Witches and Matilda.

1. Skin 2. Lamb to the Slaughter 3. The Sound Machine 4. An African Story 5. Galloping Foxley 6. The Wish 7. The Surgeon 8. Dip in the Pool 9. The Champion of the World 10. Beware of the Dog 11. My Lady Love, My Dove

That year -- 1946 -- winter was a long time going. Although it was April, a freezing wind blew through the streets of the city, and overhead the snow clouds moved across the sky. The old man who was called Drioli shufled painfully along the sidewalk of the rue de Rivoli. He was cold and miserable, huddled up like a hedgehog in a filthy black coat, only his eyes and the top of his head visible above the turned-up collar. The door of a cafe opened and the faint whiff of roasting chicken brought a pain of yearning to the top of his stomach. He moved on glancing without any interest at the things in the shop windows-perfume, silk ties and shirts, diamonds, porcelain, antique furniture, finely bound books. Then a picture gallery. He had always liked picture galleries. This one had a single canvas on display in the window. He stopped to look at it. He turned to go on. He checked, looked back; and now, suddenly, there came to him a slight uneasiness, a movement of the memory, a distant recollection of something, somewhere, he had seen before. He looked again. It was a landscape, a clump of trees leaning madly over to one side as if blown by a tremendous wind, the sky swirling and twisting all around. Attached to the frame there was a little plaque, and on this it said: CHAYM SOUTINE (1894-1943). Drioli stared at the picture, wondering vaguely what there was about it that seemed familiar. Crazy painting, he thought. Very strange and crazy-but I like it... Chaim Soutine... Soutine.."By God!" he cried suddenly."My little Kalmuck, that's who it is! My little Kalmuck with a picture in the finest shop in Paris! Just imagine that!" The old man pressed his face closer to the window. He could remember the boy-yes, quite clearly he could remember him. But when? The rest of it was not so easy to recollect. It was so long ago. How long? Twenty-no, more like thirty years, wasn't it? Wait a minute. Yes-it was the year before the war, the first war,1913. That was it. And this Soutine, this ugly little Kalmuck, a sullen brooding boy whom he had liked-almost loved-for no reason at all that he could think of except that he could paint. And how he could paint! It was coming back more clearly now the street, the line of refuse cans along the length of it, the rotten smell, the brown cats walking delicately over the refuse, and then the women, moist fat women sitting on the doorsteps with their feet upon the cobblestones of the street. Which street? Where was it the boy had lived?