书名：Master of the Game谋略大师

作者：Sidney Sheldon

出版社名称：HarperCollins

出版时间：2009

语种：英文

ISBN：9780007304516

商品尺寸：11.1 x 4.3 x 17.8 cm

包装：平装

页数：448

西德尼·谢尔顿是美国当代著名的通俗小说作家，集奥斯卡奖、托尼奖和爱伦·坡奖于一身，被公认为“zui会讲故事的人”之一。

Master of the Game《谋略大师》讲述了从白手起家到钻石豪门，跨越四代人、一个多世纪的家族史诗。 从拼命创业到顽强守业，情节曲折，步步惊心。资本丛林中的人生棋局，需要怎样的性格、谋略与代价？ 媒体评论：“讲故事的大师之作。”——《今日美国》 “令人读起来欲罢不能。”——《纽约时报书评》One of Sidney Sheldon’s most popular and bestselling titles, repackaged and reissued for a new generation of fans.Kate Blackwell is one of the richest and most powerful women in the world. She is an enigma, a woman surrounded by a thousand unanswered questions. Her father was a diamond prospector who struck it rich beyond his wildest dreams. Her mother was the daughter of a crooked Afrikaaner merchant. Her conception was itself an act of hate-filled vengeance. At the extravagent celebrations of her ninetieth birthday, there are toasts from a Supreme Court Judge and a telegram from the White House. And for Kate there are ghosts, ghosts of absent friends and of enemies. Ghosts from a life of blackmail and murder. Ghosts from an empire spawned by naked ambition… Sidney Sheldon is one of the most popular storytellers in the world. This is one of his best-loved novels, a compulsively readable thriller, packed with suspense, intrigue and passion. It will recruit a new generation of fans to his writing. Review‘A master storyteller at the top of his game.’--USA Today ‘Compulsively readable.’--New York Times Book Review

Master of the Game《谋略大师》描述了一位淘金者的女儿的传奇故事。

她的父亲远渡重洋来到南非钻石矿中淘金，幼年的经历即让她懂得权力的重要。她有足够的精明，纷乱的战争年代成为她发迹的时机；她有足够的野心，步步为营直至缔造庞大的钻石王国。在权力的棋盘上，每一个人都是她手中的棋子，无是她的情人还是她的儿子……

西德尼·谢尔顿（Sidney Sheldon，1917-2007）是美国当代著名的通俗小说作家。他早年毕业于西北大学，二战期间曾在美国空军服役，退伍后为百老汇写剧本，曾获戏剧“托尼”奖和电影“奥斯卡奖”。1970年发表第1部长篇小说《裸脸》，获“爱伦·坡”奖。他的小说大多以西方上层社会的活动为背景，主人公很多都是自强不息、与社会作决死拼斗的女性，对强者的推崇有社会达尔文主义的气息。谢尔顿是一个故事大师，他小说中的故事情节迭宕起伏、一波三折、悬念丛生，时空跨度大、人物多、涉足领域广，读罢有酣畅淋漓的感觉。其主要作品有《天使的愤怒》、《滴血的钻石》、《假若明天来临》等。 A master storyteller,Sidney Sheldonis the author of seventeen novels (which have sold over 300 million copies), over 200 television scripts, twenty-five major motion pictures and six Broadway plays, ranking him as one of the world's most prolific writers.

The large ballroom was crowded with familiar ghosts come to help celebrate her birthday. Kate Blackwell watched them mingle with the flesh-and-blood people, and in her mind, the scene was a dreamlike fantasy as the visitors from another time and place glided around the dance floor with the unsuspecting guests in black tie and long, shimmering evening gowns. There were one hundred people at the party at Cedar Hill House, in Dark Harbor, Maine. Not counting the ghosts, Kate Blackwell thought wryly.

She was a slim, petite woman, with a regal bearing that made her appear taller than she was. She had a face that one remembered. A proud bone structure, dawn-gray eyes and a stubborn chin, a blending of her Scottish and Dutch ancestors. She had fine, white hair that once had been a luxuriant black cascade, and against the graceful folds of her ivory velvet dress, her skin had the soft translucence old age sometimes brings. I don’t feel ninety, Kate Blackwell thought. Where have all the years gone? She watched the dancing ghosts. They know. They were there. They were a part of those years, a part of mylife. She saw Banda, his proud black face beaming. And there was her David, dear David, looking tall and young and handsome, the way he looked when she first fell in love with him, and he was smiling at her, and she thought. Soon, my darling, soon. And shewished David could have lived to know his great-grandson. Kate’s eyes searched the large room until she saw him. He was standing near the orchestra, watching the musicians. He was a strikingly handsome boy, L1most eight years old, fair-haired, dressed in a black velvet jacket and tartan trousers. Robert was a replica of his great-great-grandfather, Jamie McGregor, the man in the painting above the marble fireplace. As though sensing her eyes on him, Robert turned, and Kate beckoned him to her with a wave of her fingers, the perfect twenty-carat diamond her father had scooped up on a sandy beach almost a hundred years ago scintillating in the radiance of the crystal chandelier. Kate watched with pleasure as Robert threaded his way through the dancers. I am the past, Kate thought. He is the future. My great-grandson will take over Kruger-Brent Limited one day. He reached her side, and she made room for him on the seat beside her.