书名：The Godfather教父三部曲
作者：Mario Puzo
出版社名称：Arrow
出版时间：2009
语种：英文
商品尺寸：12.9 x 19.8 cm
包装：平装
页数：416-608页/册x 3册
美国作家马里奥·普佐的“教父三部曲”被誉为“男人的圣经”，它是智慧的总和，是一切问题的答案。其三部曲分别为The Godfather《教父》、The Sicilian《教父Ⅱ：西西里人》、The Last Don《教父Ⅲ：zui后的教父》，是黑帮小说的鼻祖，也是不容错过的经典，被各国读者热血推荐！同名电影《教父》更是包揽了奥斯卡9项大奖，深受观众的喜爱！

媒体评论：
“马里奥·普佐是黑手党的巴尔扎克。”——《时代周刊》

“令人叹服，必将深受读者长期的喜爱，如同意大利人钟爱腊肠一样。”——《纽约时报》

“故事宏大，情节设计绝妙，具有丰富的娱乐性。普佐是讲故事的天才。”——《新闻周刊》

“普佐写作技巧娴熟，充满想象力。”——《洛杉矶时报》
“教父三部曲”共包含以下3册书：

1. The Godfather《教父》
教父的世界里，友谊，是通行的货币；忠诚，是上好的礼物；缄默，是必守的规则。
他藐视一切价值，不给警告，不虚张声势，不留余地。
教父，就是自己的上帝。

2. The Sicilian《教父Ⅱ：西西里人》
黑手党的故土，教父的阴谋还在继续，你死我亡的较量正在上演。
他们是有权势的男人、势均力敌的统治者；他们是浪漫的情人、勇猛的战士、忠诚的朋友。
他们，是西西里人。

3. The Last Don《教父Ⅲ：zui后的教父》
他是教父，地下世界的统治者。
谁也无法揣测教父的阴谋，谁都无法阻挡家族的野心。
没有正义，只有胜利。
马里奥•普佐（Mario Puzo，1920-1999），美国小说作家。他的代表作《教父》开启了黑帮小说的全新时代，一经问世便占领《纽约时报》小说榜67周，已经创下2100万册销量奇迹，至今仍是美国出版界畅销小说。出版两年后，《教父》改编的电影延续着小说的辉煌，《教父》三部曲是举世闻名的伟大电影。而担任三部《教父》电影剧本创作的普佐两次以编剧的身份获得奥斯卡金像奖。《时代周刊》发表评论：“马里奥•普佐是通俗小说的教父。”

Mario Puzo was born in New York. He is the author of the bestselling novel The Godfather and many other acclaimed novels. Puzo also wrote many screenplays, including those for the three Godfather movies, for which he won two academy awards. He died at his home in Long Island, New York, at the age of seventy-eight.
1. The Godfather教父
2. The Sicilian教父Ⅱ：西西里人
3. The Last Don教父Ⅲ：zui后的教父
AMERIGO Bonascra sat in New York Criminal Court Number 3 and waited for justice;
vengeance on the men who had so cruelly hurt his daughter, who had tried to dishonor her.
The judge, a formidably heavy-featured man, rolled up the sleeves of his black robe as if to physically chastise the two young men standing before the bench. His face was cold with majestic contempt. But there was something false in all this that Amerigo Bonasera sensed but did not yet understand.
“You acted like the worst kind of degenerates,” the judge said harshly. Yes, yes, thought Amerigo Bonasera. Animals. Animals. The two young men, glossy hair crew cut, scrubbed clean-cut faces composed into humble contrition, bowed their heads in submission.
The judge went on. “You acted like wild beasts in a jungle and you are fortunate you did not sexually molest that poor girl or Id put you behind bars for twenty years.” The judge paused, his eyes beneath impressively thick brows flickered slyly toward the sallow-faced Amerigo Bonasera, then lowered to a stack of probation reports before him. He frowned and shrugged as if convinced against his own natural desire. He spoke again.
“But because of your youth, your clean records, because of your fine families, and because the law in its majesty does not seek vengeance, I hereby sentence you to three years’ confinement to the penitentiary. Sentence to be suspended.”
Only forty years of professional mourning kept the overwhelming frustration and hatred from showing on Amerigo Bonasera’s face. His beautiful young daughter was still in the hospital with her broken jaw wired together; and now these two animates went free? It had all been a farce. He watched the happy parents cluster around their darling sons. Oh, they were all happy now, they were smiling now.
The black bile, sourly hitter, rose in Bonasera’s throat, overflowed through tightly clenched teeth. He used his white linen pocket handkerchief and held it against his lips. He was standing so when the two young men strode freely up the aisle, confident and cool-eyed, smiling, not giving him so much as a glance. He let them pass without saying a word, pressing the fresh linen against his mouth.