书名：Olive Kitteridge 奥丽芙·基特里奇 

作者：Elizabeth Strout 

出版社名称：Random House Trade Paperbacks 

出版时间：2008 

语种：英文 

ISBN：9780812971835 

商品尺寸：13.1 x 1.9 x 20.3 cm 

包装：平装 

页数：304

Olive Kitteridge《奥丽芙·基特里奇》是伊丽莎白·斯特劳特的第三部作品，2008年出版，获2009年普利策小说奖。作品以平淡内敛的文字描摹着普通人的生活，衰老、孤独、流言、背叛、不可能的爱和小小的善良，日复一日在小镇上演，外表看似波澜不惊，内里却涟漪四起，愤怒与悲伤静静浮现。 根据该小说改编的HBO同名美剧《奥丽芙·基特里奇》斩获第63届艾美奖六项大奖。 ★《大方》创刊号口碑佳作《药店》全本 ★一部易读而难忘的大师级杰作 ★关于孤独 关于悲伤 关于爱 ★荣获美国文学高荣誉普利策小说奖 ★《今日美国》《华盛顿邮报》《华尔街日报》等多家媒体“年度好书” WINNER OF THE PULITZER PRIZE • THE EMMY AWARD–WINNING HBO MINISERIES STARRING FRANCES MCDORMAND, RICHARD JENKINS, AND BILL MURRAYReview “Perceptive, deeply empathetic . . . Olive is the axis around which these thirteen complex, relentlessly human narratives spin themselves into Elizabeth Strout’s unforgettable novel in stories.”—O: The Oprah Magazine   “Fiction lovers, remember this name: Olive Kitteridge. . . . You’ll never forget her. . . . [Elizabeth Strout] constructs her stories with rich irony and moments of genuine surprise and intense emotion. . . . Glorious, powerful stuff.”—USA Today   “Funny, wicked and remorseful, Mrs. Kitteridge is a compelling life force, a red-blooded original. When she’s not onstage, we look forward to her return. The book is a page-turner because of her.”—San Francisco Chronicle   “Olive Kitteridge still lingers in memory like a treasured photograph.”—Seattle Post-Intelligencer   “Rarely does a story collection pack such a gutsy emotional punch.”—Entertainment Weekly   “Strout animates the ordinary with astonishing force. . . . [She] makes us experience not only the terrors of change but also the terrifying hope that change can bring: she plunges us into these churning waters and we come up gasping for air.”—The New Yorker

海岸，平静的克劳斯比小镇，脾气暴躁的奥丽芙·基特里奇有一个“好好先生”式的丈夫和一个与她日渐疏远的儿子，生活看上去水波不兴，却有股股暗流涌动。 在镇上，奥丽芙也有意无意地充当了其他人生命中的过客：一个想自杀的忧郁青年，一个患上厌食症的年轻女孩，一个数年如一日在酒吧弹琴的未嫁女子……这些怀着饥饿、揣着梦想的人们，在欲望与寂寥之间挣扎徘徊。她冷眼看待这个世界，也分外清醒地咀嚼着人生的孤独和难堪。 作者以极富张力的笔触探索了作为生命底色的种种矛盾与悲哀，却也揭示了人生中毕竟抹不去的温柔与希望。 In a voice more powerful and compassionate than ever before, New York Times bestselling author Elizabeth Strout binds together thirteen rich, luminous narratives into a book with the heft of a novel, through the presence of one larger-than-life, unforgettable character: Olive Kitteridge. At the edge of the continent, Crosby, Maine, may seem like nowhere, but seen through this brilliant writer’s eyes, it’s in essence the whole world, and the lives that are lived there are filled with all of the grand human drama–desire, despair, jealousy, hope, and love. At times stern, at other times patient, at times perceptive, at other times in sad denial, Olive Kitteridge, a retired schoolteacher, deplores the changes in her little town and in the world at large, but she doesn’t always recognize the changes in those around her: a lounge musician haunted by a past romance: a former student who has lost the will to live: Olive’s own adult child, who feels tyrannized by her irrational sensitivities; and Henry, who finds his loyalty to his marriage both a blessing and a curse. As the townspeople grapple with their problems, mild and dire, Olive is brought to a deeper understanding of herself and her life–sometimes painfully, but always with ruthless honesty. Olive Kitteridge offers profound insights into the human condition–its conflicts, its tragedies and joys, and the endurance it requires. 伊丽莎白·斯特劳特，美国当代作家。1956年出生于缅因州波特兰市，大学毕业后开始文学创作。1998年，出版长篇处女作《艾米与伊莎贝尔》，获《洛杉矶时报》zui佳首作奖及《芝加哥论坛报》中心文学奖，并入选橘子奖短名单及笔会/福克纳奖，在文坛奠定了坚实的口碑。2006年出版《与我同在》，登上全美畅销榜，入选美国独立书商协会选书。

Elizabeth Strout is the Pulitzer Prize–winning author of Olive Kitteridge, as well as The Burgess Boys, a New York Times bestseller; Abide with Me, a national bestseller; and Amy and Isabelle, which won the Los Angeles Times Art Seidenbaum Award for First Fiction and the Chicago Tribune Heartland Prize. She has also been a finalist for the PEN/Faulkner Award and the Orange Prize in England. Her short stories have been published in a number of magazines, including The New Yorker and O: The Oprah Magazine. Elizabeth Strout lives in New York City.

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Chapter 1 Pharmacy For many years Henry Kitteridge was a pharmacist in the next town over, driving every morning on snowy roads, or rainy roads, or summertime roads, when the wild raspberries shot their new growth in brambles along the last section of town before he turned off to where the wider road led to the pharmacy. Retired now, he still wakes early and remembers how mornings used to be his favorite, as though the world were his secret, tires rumbling softly beneath him and the light emerging through the early fog, the brief sight of the bay off to his right, then the pines, tall and slender, and almost always he rode with the window partly open because he loved the smell of the pines and the heavy salt air, and in the winter he loved the smell of the cold. The pharmacy was a small two-story building attached to another building that housed separately a hardware store and a small grocery. Each morning Henry parked in the back by the large metal bins, and then entered the pharmacy’s back door, and went about switching on the lights, turning up the thermostat, or, if it was summer, getting the fans going. He would open the safe, put money in the register, unlock the front door, wash his hands, put on his white lab coat. The ritual was pleasing, as though the old store—with its shelves of toothpaste, vitamins, cosmetics, hair adornments, even sewing needles and greeting cards, as well as red rubber hot water bottles, enema pumps—was a person altogether steady and steadfast. And any unpleasantness that may have occurred back in his home, any uneasiness at the way his wife often left their bed to wander through their home in the night’s dark hours—all this receded like a shoreline as he walked through the safety of his pharmacy. Standing in the back, with the drawers and rows of pills, Henry was cheerful when the phone began to ring, cheerful when Mrs. Merriman came for her blood pressure medicine, or old Cliff Mott arrived for his digitalis, cheerful when he prepared the Valium for Rachel Jones, whose husband ran off the night their baby was born. It was Henry’s nature to listen, and many times during the week he would say, “Gosh, I’m awful sorry to hear that,” or “Say, isn’t that something?” Inwardly, he suffered the quiet trepidations of a man who had witnessed twice in childhood the nervous breakdowns of a mother who had otherwise cared for him with stridency. And so if, as rarely happened, a customer was distressed over a price, or irritated by the quality of an Ace bandage or ice pack, Henry did what he could to rectify things quickly. For many years Mrs. Granger worked for him; her husband was a lobster fisherman, and she seemed to carry with her the cold breeze of the open water, not so eager to please a wary customer. He had to listen with half an ear as he filled prescriptions, to make sure she was not at the cash register dismissing a complaint. More than once he was reminded of that same sensation in watching to see that his wife, Olive, did not bear down too hard on Christopher over a homework assignment or a chore left undone; that sense of his attention hovering—the need to keep everyone content.