本書是英漢雙語版名著系列叢書中的一種，編寫本系列叢書的另一個(gè)主要目的就是為準(zhǔn)備參加英語國家留學(xué)考試的學(xué)生提供學(xué)習(xí)素材。對(duì)于留學(xué)考試，無論是SSAT、SAT還是TOEFL、GRE，要取得好的成績(jī)，就必須了解西方的社會(huì)、歷史、文化、生活等方面的背景知識(shí)，而閱讀西方原版名著是了解這些知識(shí)*重要的手段之一。
弗·斯格特·菲茨杰拉德（Francis Scott Fitzgeald，1896—1940），20世紀(jì)美國*杰出的作家之一，“美國夢(mèng)”*偉大的詮釋者。
1896年9月24日，菲茨杰拉德出生在美國明尼蘇達(dá)州圣保羅市一個(gè)小商人家庭。1913年，進(jìn)入普林斯頓大學(xué)學(xué)習(xí)，中途輟學(xué)。1917年入伍，次年升為中尉軍官，1919年退伍，之后在一家商業(yè)公司當(dāng)抄寫員，業(yè)余致力于文學(xué)創(chuàng)作。1920年，他出版了*部長(zhǎng)篇小說《人間天堂》，該書一出版便成為當(dāng)時(shí)美國*暢銷的小說之一，在社會(huì)上引起了極大的反響。繼《人間天堂》之后，他又陸續(xù)出版了《美國的悲劇》（1925年）、《了不起的蓋茨比》（1925年）和《夜色溫柔》（1934年）等。他在長(zhǎng)篇小說創(chuàng)作方面取得了巨大的成就，特別是《了不起的蓋茨比》取得了巨大的成功，該作品確立了菲茨杰拉德在美國文學(xué)史上的地位，是他杰出的代表作。菲茨杰拉德是個(gè)多才多藝的小說家，除長(zhǎng)篇小說之外，他主要的短篇小說也非常有特色，他主要的短篇小說集有：《爵士時(shí)代的故事》（1922）、《所有悲傷的年輕人的故事》（1926）等。短篇小說不僅給他帶來了商業(yè)上的成功，而且還為他贏得了一般大眾的認(rèn)同和喜愛。他的短篇小說布局精巧曲折，文字細(xì)膩華麗，風(fēng)格機(jī)智詼諧，經(jīng)常有歐·亨利式的出人意料的結(jié)尾，讀起來是一種愉快的享受。
菲茨杰拉德是20世紀(jì)上半葉與海明威、�？思{齊名的美國著名作家。20世紀(jì)的20年代和30年代是美國小說的黃金時(shí)代，這20年間可謂是群星璀璨。除菲茨杰拉德外，美國文壇還涌現(xiàn)出了像劉易斯、賽珍珠、�？思{、海明威、斯坦貝克、莫里斯等飲譽(yù)世界的作家。這個(gè)年代也被稱為“爵士年代”，因?yàn)檫@是美國歷史上*會(huì)享樂、*絢麗的時(shí)代，也是空前繁榮的時(shí)代，是創(chuàng)造“美國夢(mèng)”的時(shí)代。菲茨杰拉德的作品生動(dòng)地反映了20世紀(jì)20年代“美國夢(mèng)”的破滅，展示了大蕭條時(shí)期美國上層社會(huì)“荒原時(shí)代”的精神面貌。菲茨杰拉德縱情參與了“爵士時(shí)代”的酒食征逐，也完全融化在自己的作品之中。正因?yàn)槿绱�，他才能栩栩如生地重現(xiàn)那個(gè)時(shí)代的社會(huì)風(fēng)貌、生活氣息和感情節(jié)奏。但更重要的是，在沉湎其中的同時(shí)，他又能冷眼旁觀，體味“燈火闌珊，酒醒人散”的悵惘，用嚴(yán)峻的道德標(biāo)準(zhǔn)衡量一切，用凄婉的筆調(diào)抒寫了戰(zhàn)后“迷茫的一代”對(duì)于“美國夢(mèng)”幻滅的悲哀。
一直以來，菲茨杰拉德在世界各地?fù)碛袕V泛的讀者。在中國，菲茨杰拉德的作品同樣受到廣大讀者的熱愛，這其中包括《像里茲飯店那樣大的鉆石》�；谝陨显颍覀儧Q定編譯《像里茲飯店那樣大的鉆石》，并采用中文導(dǎo)讀英文版的形式出版。在中文導(dǎo)讀中，我們盡力使其貼近原作的精髓。我們希望能夠編出為當(dāng)代中國讀者所喜愛的經(jīng)典讀本。讀者在閱讀每章之前，可以先閱讀中文導(dǎo)讀內(nèi)容，這樣有利于了解每章的背景，從而加快閱讀速度。同時(shí)，為了讀者更好地理解故事內(nèi)容，書中加入了大量的插圖。我們相信，該經(jīng)典小說的引進(jìn)對(duì)加強(qiáng)當(dāng)代中國讀者，特別是大學(xué)生讀者的文學(xué)修養(yǎng)是非常有幫助的。
本書是英漢雙語版名著系列叢書中的一種，編寫本系列叢書的另一個(gè)主要目的就是為準(zhǔn)備參加英語國家留學(xué)考試的學(xué)生提供學(xué)習(xí)素材。對(duì)于留學(xué)考試，無論是SSAT、SAT還是TOEFL、GRE，要取得好的成績(jī)，就必須了解西方的社會(huì)、歷史、文化、生活等方面的背景知識(shí)，而閱讀西方原版名著是了解這些知識(shí)*重要的手段之一。
本書中文導(dǎo)讀內(nèi)容由紀(jì)飛編寫。參加本書故事素材搜集整理及編譯工作的還有趙雪、劉乃亞、蔡紅昌、陳起永、熊紅華、熊建國、程來川、徐平國、龔桂平、付澤新、熊志勇、胡貝貝、李軍、宋亭、張靈羚、張玉瑤、付建平等。限于我們的科學(xué)、人文素養(yǎng)和英語水平，書中難免會(huì)有不當(dāng)之處，衷心希望讀者朋友批評(píng)指正。
弗·斯格特·菲茨杰拉德（Francis Scott Fitzgeald，1896—1940），20世紀(jì)美國*杰出的作家之一，“美國夢(mèng)”*偉大的詮釋者。
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早晨，約翰醒來時(shí)發(fā)現(xiàn)自己直接處在陽光的照耀下，紫檀木大房間有一半的墻邊已經(jīng)消失。一個(gè)穿白制服的黑人恭敬地站在他旁邊。在這個(gè)黑人的安排下，約翰睡的床一端翹起，約翰順著床變成的斜板滑下一面墻壁，墻壁自動(dòng)打開，約翰便直接來到了另外一個(gè)房間的大浴池里。水的溫度剛好，四周都是好看的水族箱。約翰先洗了熱的玫瑰浴和泡泡浴，然后用冷鹽水浴清醒了一下。期間，閃光的噴水效果讓約翰欣喜不已，黑人還提議看電影放映機(jī)，約翰禮貌地拒絕了，耳邊傳來動(dòng)聽的音樂。等約翰再走進(jìn)起居室時(shí)，早餐和佩西都已經(jīng)在那里等著了。
orning. As he awoke he perceived drowsily that the room had at the same moment become dense with sunlight. The ebony panels of one wall had slid aside on a sort of track, leaving his chamber half open to the day. A large negro in a white uniform stood beside his bed.
“Good-evening,” muttered John, summoning his brains from the wild places.
“Good-morning, sir. Are you ready for your bath, sir? Oh, don’t get up—I’ll put you in, if you’ll just unbutton your pajamas—there. Thank you, sir.”
John lay quietly as his pajamas were removed—he was amused and delighted; he expected to be lifted like a child by this black Gargantua who was tending him, but nothing of the sort happened; instead he felt the bed tilt up
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slowly on its side—he began to roll,startled at first, in the direction of the wall, but when he reached the wall its drapery gave way, and sliding two yards farther down a fleecy incline he plumped gently into water the same temperature as his body.
He looked about him. The runway or rollway on which he had arrived had folded gently back into place. He had been projected into another chamber and was sitting in a sunken bath with his head just above the level of the floor. All about him, lining the walls of the room and the sides and bottom of the bath itself, was a blue aquarium, and gazing through the crystal surface on which he sat, he could see fish swimming among amber lights and even gliding without curiosity past his outstretched toes, which were separated from them only by the thickness of the crystal. From overhead, sunlight came down through sea-green glass.
“I suppose, sir, that you’d like hot rosewater and soapsuds this morning, sir—and perhaps cold salt water to finish.”
The negro was standing beside him.
“Yes,” agreed John, smiling inanely, “as you please.” Any idea of ordering this bath according to his own meagre standards of living would have been priggish and not a little wicked.
The negro pressed a button and a warm rain began to fall, apparently from overhead, but really, so John discovered after a moment, from a fountain arrangement near by. The water turned to a pale rose color and jets of liquid soap spurted into it from four miniature walrus heads at the corners of the bath. In a moment a dozen little paddlewheels, fixed to the sides, had churned the mixture into a radiant rainbow of pink foam which enveloped him softly with its delicious lightness, and burst in shining, rosy bubbles here and there about him.
“Shall I turn on the moving-picture machine, sir?” suggested the negro deferentially. “ There’s a good one-reel comedy in this machine to-day, or I can put in a serious piece in a moment, if you prefer it.”
“No, thanks,” answered John, politely but firmly. He was enjoying his bath too much to desire any distraction. But distraction came. In a moment he was listening intently to the sound of flutes from just outside, flutes dripping a melody that was like a waterfall, cool and green as the room itself, accompanying a frothy piccolo, in play more fragile than the lace of suds that covered and charmed him.
After a cold salt-water bracer and a cold fresh finish, he stepped out and into a fleecy robe, and upon a couch covered with the same material he was rubbed with oil, alcohol, and spice. Later he sat in a voluptuous chair while he was shaved and his hair was trimmed.
“Mr. Percy is waiting in your sitting-room,” said the negro, when these operations were finished. “ My name is Gygsum, Mr. Unger, sir. I am to see to Mr. Unger every morning.”
John walked out into the brisk sunshine of his living-room, where he found breakfast waiting for him and Percy, gorgeous in white kid knickerbockers, smoking in an easy chair.’
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