The Last Days of Old Beijing pdf epub mobi txt 电子书 下载 2025
迈克尔•麦尔 Michael Meyer
1995年作为美国“和平队”志愿者首次来到中国，在四川省一座小城市培训英语教师。1997年他搬到北京居住了十年，并在清华大学学习中文。他的文章多次在《纽约时报》《时代周刊》《金融时报》《华尔街日报》等诸多媒体上发表。迈克尔•麦尔曾获得多个写作奖项，其中包括古根海姆奖、纽约市公共图书馆奖、怀廷奖和洛克菲勒•白拉及尔奖。他毕业于加州大学伯克利分校，目前在美国匹兹堡大学和香港大学教授非虚构写作，其作品有《再会，老北京》《东北游记》等。
- 老北京
- MichaelMeyer
- 北京
- 城市
- 中国
- 英文原版
- 历史
- 纪实
Just in time for the Summer Olympics in Beijing, the Old City's narrow lanes and shops are being bulldozed and their residents displaced to make way for Wal-Marts, shopping centers and high-rise apartments. Part memoir, part history, part travelogue and part call to action, journalist Meyer's elegant first book yearns for old Beijing and mourns the loss of an older way of life. Having lived for two years in one of Beijing's oldest hutongs—mazes of lanes and courtyards bordered by single-story houses—Meyer chronicles the threat urban planning poses not only to the ancient history buried within these neighborhoods but also to the people of the hutong. The hutong, he says, builds community in a way that glistening glass and steel buildings cannot. His 81-year-old neighbor, whom he calls the Widow, had always been safe because neighbors watched out for her, as she watched out for others: the book opens with a delightful scene in which the Widow, a salty character who calls Meyer Little Plumblossom, brings him unsolicited dumplings for his breakfast. The ironies of the reconstruction of Beijing are clear in the building of Safe and Sound Boulevard, which, Meyer tells us, is neither.
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有种堆砌资料的感觉
评分总体还是宏大叙事下的个体命运，但是读到epilogue的时候还是很想哭。
评分I ascended to the hutong, where thunderclouds darkened the sky. Bicycles piloted by riders in bright yellow and blue ponchos sliced through the forming puddles, filling the air with the sound of tearing paper. Water ran from the tile roofs, splashing onto the heads of two laughing children. My eyes adjusted to the light.
评分I ascended to the hutong, where thunderclouds darkened the sky. Bicycles piloted by riders in bright yellow and blue ponchos sliced through the forming puddles, filling the air with the sound of tearing paper. Water ran from the tile roofs, splashing onto the heads of two laughing children. My eyes adjusted to the light.
评分两个月攻下了这本英文原版！
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