书名：The Souls of Black Folk 黑人的灵魂

难度：Lexile蓝思阅读指数1280L
作者：W.E.B. Du Bois威·艾·伯·杜波伊斯
出版社名称：Signet
出版时间：2012
语种：英文
ISBN：9780451532053
商品尺寸：10.9 x 1.6 x 17 cm
包装：简装
页数：242
The Souls of Black Folk《黑人的灵魂》是美国当代杰出的和平战士、黑人解放运动领袖及知名学者杜波伊斯（1868~1963）发表于本世纪初的一本散文集，也是他的第1部文学作品。本书一共包括14篇论文、杂感、随笔和小说。

First published in 1903, this extraordinary work not only recorded and explained history—it helped alter its course. Written after Du Bois had earned his Ph.D. from Harvard and studied in Berlin, these fourteen essays contain both the academic language of sociology and the rich lyricism of African spirituals, which Du Bois called “sorrow songs.”
Often revealingly autobiographical, DuBois explores topics as diverse as the death of his infant son and the politics of Booker T. Washington. In every essay, he shows the consequences of both a political color line and an internal one, as he grapples with the contradictions of being black and being American. One of our country’s most influential books,The Souls of Black Folkreflects the mind of a visionary who inspired generations of readers to remember the past, question the status quo, and fight for a just tomorrow.

Review
“One hundred years after publication, there is in the entire body of social criticism still no more than a handful of meditations on the promise and failings of democracy in America to rival William Edward Burghardt Du Bois’s extraordinary collection of fourteen essays.”—David Levering Lewis
The Souls of Black Folk《黑人的灵魂》描写了美国黑人在南北战争结束后到19世纪末这一阶段的苦难经历，道出了黑人的悲哀和要求解放的心愿。作品描写生动而真实，具有巨大的艺术感染力。《黑人的灵魂》一书较清楚地阐明了黑人问题的复杂程度，因为它说明至少一些黑人仍然非常渴望取消种族隔离。作家坚信，总有一天这个种族界限终究会像早晨的薄雾一样消失。图书出版后，立即受到读者的喜爱，而且成为当时刚兴起的黑人解放运动潮流的宣言。

威·艾·伯·杜波伊斯博士（W. E. B. Du Bois，1868~1963）是美国当代杰出的和平战士，黑人解放运动的领袖，世界知名的学者和作家。

1868年生于美国马萨诸塞州伯克夏县，哈佛大学博士，泛非运动的创始人。1959年访问过中国。1961年加入美国共产党，同年加入加纳国籍。1963年8月27日因病去世于加纳阿克拉。
William Edward Burghardt Du Boiswas born in 1868 in Great Barrington, Massachusetts. A brilliant student and natural leader, he experienced little prejudice during his early years; it was while attending Fisk, a Southern university for Negroes, that the young Du Bois first fully awoke to the realities of race in America. His response was to make the cause of the black people his own. After graduation from Fisk, he earned his Ph.D. from Harvard, studied in Berlin, and became one of the great pioneer sociologists. In 1903,The Souls of Black Folkappeared. This prophetic masterpiece was but the beginning of a long, often lonely crusade that saw Du Bois forced into an increasingly radical position in his search for a solution to the American racial dilemma. His final years were marked by disillusionment with his native land, renunciation of his citizenship, and final self-exile in Ghana, where he died in 1963, while working on an Encyclopedia Africana.
Between me and the other world there—ever an unasked question: unasked by scene through feelings of delicacy; by others through the difficulty of rightly framing it. All, nevertheless, flutter round it. They approach me in a half-hesitant soil of way, eye me curiously or compassionately, and then, instead of saying directly. How does it feel to be a problem? they say, I know an excellent colored man in my town; or, I fought at Mechanicsville; or, Do not these Southern outrages make your blood boil? At these I smile, or am interested, or reduce the boiling to a simmer, as the occasion may require.

To the real question, How does it feel to be a problem? I answer seldom a word.
And yet, being a problem is a strange experience,—peculiar even for one who has never been anything else, save perhaps in babyhood and in Europe. It is in the early days of rollicking boyhood that the revelation first bursts upon one, all in a day, as it were. I remember well when the shadow swept across me. I was a little thing, away up in the hills of New England, where the dark Housatonic winds between Hoosac and Taghkanic to the sea. In a woe wooden schoolhouse, something put it into the boys’ and girls’ heads to buy gorgeous visiting-cards—ten cents a package—and exchange. The exchange was merry, till one girl, a tall newcomer, refused my card,—refused it peremptorily, with a glance. Then it dawned upon me with a certain suddenness that I was different from the others; or like, mayhap, in heart and Life arid longing, but shut out from their world by a vast veil. I had thereafter no desire to tear down that veil, to creep through; I held all beyond it in common contempt, and lived above it in a region of blue sky and great wandering shadows That sky was bluest when I could beat my mates at examination- time, or beat them at a foot-race, or even beat their stringy heads. Alas, with the years all this fine contempt began to fade; for the words I longed for, and sill their dazzling opportunities, were theirs, not mine. But they should not keep these prizes, I said; some, all, I would wrest from them. Just how I would do it I could never decide: by reading law, by healing the sick, by telling the wonderful tides that swam in my head.—some way. With other black buys the strife was not so fiercely sunny: their youth shrunk into tasteless sycophancy, or into silent hatred of the pale world show them and mocking distrust of everything white; or wasted itself in a bitter cry, Why did God make me an outcast and a stranger in mine own house? The shades of the prison-house closed round about us all: walls strait and stubborn to the whitest, but relentlessly narrow, tall, and unscalable to ions of night who must plod darkly on in resignation, or beat unavailing palms against th. atone, or steadily, half hopelessly, watch the streak of blue above.
After the Egyptian and Indian, the Greek and Roman, the Teuton and Mongolian, the Negro is a sort of seventh son, born with a veil, and gifted with second-sight in this American world,—world which yields him no true self-consciousness, but only lets him see himself through the revelation of the other world. It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at oneself through the eyes of others, of measuring ones soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his twoness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose domed strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.