书名：My Autobiography卓别林自传

作者：Charles Chaplin
出版社名称：Penguin Classics
出版时间：2003
语种：英文
ISBN：9780141011479
商品尺寸：13 x 2.5 x 19.8 cm
包装：平装
页数：512
★聆听喜剧之王的梦想独白
★感受笑中带泪的生命之光
★品尝人生苦涩，将笑声带给世界

My Autobiography《卓别林自传》是喜剧电影大师卓别林晚年撰写的自传，生动展现了一代喜剧之王不平凡的人生历程，完整回顾了贯穿其一生的电影生涯。在书中，卓别林对自己的人生做了开诚布公的描述。从他凄苦悲惨的童年，到通往世界电影工业的道路，这本自传不仅是卓别林个人电影生涯的精彩记录，更是一部生动、个性化的电影简史，并且从侧面反映出当时西方社会的人文风貌。

A silent comedy star whose legendary slapstick routines are recognisable to this day, Charles 'Charlie' Chaplin's My Autobiography is an incomparably vivid account of the life of one of the greatest filmmakers and comedians, with an introduction by David Robinson
As a child, Charlie Chaplin was awed and inspired by the sight of glamorous vaudeville stars passing his home, and from then on he never lost his ambition to become an actor. Chaplin's film career as the Little Tramp adored by the whole world is the stuff of legend, but this frank autobiography shows another side. Born into a theatrical family, Chaplin's father died of drink while his mother, unable to bear the poverty, suffered from bouts of insanity. From a childhood of grinding poverty in the south London slums, Chaplin found an escape in his early debut on the music hall stage, followed by his lucky break in America, the founding of United Artists with D.W. Griffith and Douglas Fairbanks, the struggle to maintain artistic control over his work, the string of failed marriages, and his eventual exile from Hollywood after personal scandals and persecution for his left-wing politics during the McCarthy Era.

Review
'Tells so much about this curious, difficult man ... a wonderfully vivid imagination.'
--The New York Times

'The only genius to come out of the movie industry'--George Bernard Shaw
My Autobiography《卓别林自传》作为卓别林的亲笔自传，细致入微地描绘了他的一生，包括辉煌的事业历程，也包括被某些人诟病的私生活；既有具体事务的记录，也有内心的喜怒哀乐和深层思考。阅读人物传记，其实也就是对自身的一次检阅，本书能够帮助读者更深地认识自己，并获得进步的力量。
查尔斯·卓别林（1889—1977），英国电影演员、导演、制片人，20世纪伟大的批判现实主义电影艺术家、世界喜剧电影大师。他头戴圆顶礼帽、手持竹手杖、足登大皮靴、走路像鸭子的流浪汉形象，已成为喜剧电影的标志，也使他成为风靡世界的文化偶像。卓别林一生共拍摄了八十余部电影，其代表作有《淘金记》、《城市之光》、《摩登时代》、《大独裁者》、《凡尔杜先生》、《舞台生涯》等。

Sir Charles 'Charlie' Chaplin (1895-1976) was born in Walworth, London. Best known for his work in silent film, his most famous role was The Little Tramp, a universally recognisable and iconic character who appeared in films such as The Kid (1921), The Gold Rush (1925) and City Lights (1931). His other films include Modern Times (1936), a commentary on the Great Depression, and The Great Dictator (1940), a satirical attack on Hitler and the Nazis.

I WAS born on i6 April 1889, at eight o’clock at night, in East Lane, Walworth. Soon after, we moved to West Square, St George’s Road, Lambeth. According to Mother my world was a happy one. Our circumstances were moderately comfortable; we lived in three tastefully furnished rooms. One of my early recollections was that each night before Mother went to the theatre Sydney and I were lovingly tucked up in a comfortable bed and left in the care of the housemaid. In my world of three and a half years, all things were possible; if Sydney, who was four years older than I, could perform legerdemain and swallow a coin and make it come out through the back of his head, I could do the same; so I swallowed a halfpenny and Mother was obliged to send for a doctor.
Every night, after she came home from the theatre, it was her custom to leave delicacies on the table for Sydney and me to find in the morning — a slice of Neapolitan cake or candies — with the understanding that we were not to make a noise in the morning, as she usually slept late.
Mother was a soubrette on the variety stage, a mignonette in her late twenties, with fair complexion, violet-blue eyes and long light-brown hair that she could sit upon. Sydney and I adored our mother. Though she was not an exceptional beauty, we thought her divine-looking. Those who knew her told me in later years that she was dainty and attractive and had compelling charm. She took pride in dressing us up for Sunday excursions, Sydney in an Eton suit with long trousers and me in a blue velvet one with blue gloves to match. Such occasions were orgies of smugness, as we ambled along the Kennington Road.
London was sedate In those days. The tempo was sedate; even the horse-drawn tram-cars along Westminster Bridge Road went at a sedate pace and turned sedately on a revolving table at the terminal near the bridge. In Mother’s prosperous days we also lived in Westminster Bridge Road. Its atmosphere was gay and friendly with attractive shops, restaurants and music halls. The fruit-shop on the corner facing the Bridge was a galaxy of colour, with its neatly arranged pyramids of oranges, apples, pears and bananas outside, in contrast to the solemn grey Houses of Parliament directly across the river.
This was the London of my childhood, of my moods and awakenings: memories of Lambeth in the spring; of trivial incidents and things; of riding with Mother on top of a horse-bus trying to touch passing lilac-trees — of the many coloured bus tickets, orange, blue, pink and green, that bestrewed the pavement where the trams and buses stopped — of rubicund flower- girls at the corner of Westminster Bridge, making gay boutonniêrei, their adroit fingers manipulating tinsel and quivering fern — of the humid odour of freshly watered roses that affected me with a vague sadness - of melancholy Sundays and pale- faced parents and their children escorting toy windmills and coloured balloons over Westminster Bridge; and the maternal penny steamers that softly lowered their funnels as they glided under it. From such trivia I believe my soul was born.