书名：Collected Novellas 加西亚马尔克斯小说集
作者：Gabriel García Márquez
出版社名称：Harper Perennial
出版时间：2008
语种： 英文
ISBN：9780060932664
商品尺寸：13.5 x 1.7 x 20.3 cm
包装：平装
页数：288

加西亚·马尔克斯（Gabriel García Márquez），哥伦比亚作家，魔幻现实主义文学的代表人物，1982年诺贝尔文学奖得主，被誉为“二十世纪文学标杆”。
这本英文版Collected Novellas《加西亚马尔克斯小说集》收录了马尔克斯的三部著名中篇小说：《枯枝败叶》《没有人给他写信的上校》以及《一桩事先张扬的凶杀案》。译者为著名翻译家格雷戈里·拉巴萨（《百年孤独》英文翻译者）。

Leaf Storm《枯枝败叶》，加西亚·马尔克斯成名作。故事发生在《百年孤独》的小镇马孔多，因具《百年孤独》雏形而被誉为“《百年孤独》序篇”。从此小镇马孔多也成为马尔克斯笔下知名的地标。
“在我的所有作品中，我满意的是描写孤独的书，《枯枝败叶》的主人公一辈子就是在极度孤独中度过的。”——加西亚·马尔克斯

No One Writes to the Colonel《没有人给他写信的上校》是加西亚·马尔克斯享负盛名的中篇小说，在世界文学史上与海明威的《老人与海》齐名。这位著名的“没有人给他写信的上校”，被誉为“20世纪小说中难忘的人物”，小说结尾也被誉为“所有文学作品中完美的一段”。马尔克斯自认《没有人给他写信的上校》的艺术成就要高于《百年孤独》。
“《没有人给他写信的上校》我写了九遍，它是我所有作品中无懈可击的，可以面对任何敌人。”——加西亚·马尔克斯

Chronicle of a Death Foretold《一桩事先张扬的凶杀案》是继《百年孤独》后流传很广、影响很大的小说之一。小说原型为1951年加西亚·马尔克斯的一个朋友在全镇人面前惨遭杀害的真实事件。写就此作的次年，马尔克斯荣获诺贝尔文学奖。
“这是一个残忍的犯罪故事，一部极具张力的小说，为此我写了三十年。它综合了我以往所有作品的元素，我希望写的东西百分之百、准确无误地达到了。”——加西亚·马尔克斯

Renowned as a master of magical realism, Gabriel Garcia Marquez has long delighted readers around the world with his exquisitely crafted prose. Brimming with unforgettable characters and set in exotic locales, his fiction transports readers to a world that is at once fanciful, haunting, and real.
Leaf Storm, Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s first novella, introduces the mythical village of Macondo, a desolate town beset by torrents of rain, where a man must fulfill a promise made years earlier.
No One Writes to the Colonelis a novella of life in a decaying tropical town in Colombia with an unforgettable central character.
Chronicle of a Death Foretold is a dark and profound story of three people joined together in a fatal act of violence.
Review
“Garcia Marquez has extraordinary strength and firmness of imagination and writes with the calmness of a man who knows exactly what wonders hecan perform.” —— Alfred Kazin,New York Times Book Review
“Every scene, every gesture sings life and denies death...He is an absolute master.” —— New York Times 
“It is the genius of Garcia Marquez that fatalism and possibility somehow coexist, that dreams redeem, that there is laughter even in death.”  —— Jonathan Leonard,New York Times

加西亚·马尔克斯（García Márquez），哥伦比亚著名作家，魔幻现实主义文学代表人物。1927年出生于哥伦比亚马格达莱纳海滨小镇阿拉卡塔卡。童年与外祖父母一起生活。1936年随父母迁居苏克雷。1947年考入波哥大国立大学。1948年因内战辍学，进入报界。五十年代开始出版文学作品。六十年代初移居墨西哥。1967年出版《百年孤独》。1982年获诺贝尔文学奖。
主要作品有长篇小说《百年孤独》《族长的没落》《霍乱时期的爱情》《迷宫中的将军》《苦妓追忆录》，中篇小说《枯枝败叶》《恶时辰》《没有人给他写信的上校》《一桩事先张扬的凶杀案》，短篇小说集《蓝宝石般的眼睛》《格兰德大妈的葬礼》等。
Gabriel García Márquezwas born in 1927 in the town of Aracataca, Columbia.Latin America’s preeminent man of letters, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1982. García Márquez began his writing career as a journalist and is the author of numerous other works of fiction and nonfiction, including the novelsThe Autumn of the Patriarch andLove in the Time of Cholera, and the autobiography Living to Tell the Tale. There has been resounding acclaim for his life’s work since he passed away in April 2014.

Leaf Storm 枯枝败叶
No One Writes to the Colonel 没有人给他写信的上校
Chronicle of a Death Foretold一桩事先张扬的凶杀案

No One Writes to the Colonel 
The Colonel took the top off the coffee can and saw that there was only one little spoonful left. He removed the pot from the fire, poured half the water onto the earthen floor, and scraped the inside of the can with a knife until the last scrapings of the ground coffee, mixed with bits of rust, fell into the pot.
While he was waiting for it to boil, sitting next to the stone fireplace with an attitude of confident and innocent expectation, the colonel experienced the feeling that fungus and poisonous lilies were taking root in his gut. It was October. A difficult morning to get through, even for a man like himself, who had survived so many mornings like this one. For nearly sixty years — since the end of the last civil war — the colonel had done nothing else but wait. October was one of the few things which arrived.
His wife raised the mosquito netting when she saw him come into the bedroom with the coffee. The night before she had suffered an asthma attack, and now she was in a drowsy state. But she sat up to take the cup.
“And you?” she said.
“I’ve had mine,” the colonel lied. “There was still a big spoonful left.”
The bells began ringing at that moment. The colonel had forgotten the funeral. While his wife was drinking her coffee, he unhooked the hammock at one end, and rolled it up on the other, behind the door. The woman thought about the dead man.
“He was born in 1922,” she said. “Exactly a month after our son. April 7th.”
She continued sipping her coffee in the pauses of her gravelly breathing. She was scarcely more than a bit of white on an arched, rigid spine. Her disturbed breathing made her put her questions as assertions. When she finished her coffee, she was still thinking about the dead man.