Paperback, 426 pages
Chinese language
Published by 上海译文出版社.
《守夜》是斯蒂芬•金继《闪灵》之后出版的又一部恐怖力作，也是金的第一部短篇小说集，其中收录了二十篇最具悬念的惊悚故事。异乎寻常的情节，匪夷所思的事件，暮色中，恐惧和疯狂披上了诡异、超凡的外衣。墙壁里的声响，床榻旁的黑影，怪物在潜行…… 一个个熟悉而平凡的场景：高中，工厂，卡车加油站，洗衣房，内布拉斯加的玉米地……在斯蒂芬•金的世界里，任何地方都有可能成为魔鬼的乐园。
“在后面的故事里，你会遇见各色昼伏夜出的生灵：吸血鬼、魔鬼情人、躲在衣橱里的家伙，还有其他各种各样的鬼怪。这些都不是真的。那个躲在我床下，伺机抓我脚踝的生物也不是真的。我心里清楚。我也知道，如果我小心地把脚藏在被子下面，它永远也无法得逞。”——斯蒂芬•金 《守夜》序言
Stephen King has brought together nineteen of his most unsettling short pieces--bizarre tales of dark doing and unthinkable acts from the twilight regions where horror and madness take on eerie, unearthly forms...where noises in the walls and shadows by the bed are always signs of something dreadful on the prowl.
The settings are familiar and unsuspected--a high school, a factory, a truck stop, a laundry, a field of Nebraska corn. But in Stephen King's world any place can serve as devil's ground...if the time of night is propitious, and the forces of darkness are strong, and the victims are caught just slightly off their guard... ([source][1])
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《守夜》是斯蒂芬•金继《闪灵》之后出版的又一部恐怖力作，也是金的第一部短篇小说集，其中收录了二十篇最具悬念的惊悚故事。异乎寻常的情节，匪夷所思的事件，暮色中，恐惧和疯狂披上了诡异、超凡的外衣。墙壁里的声响，床榻旁的黑影，怪物在潜行…… 一个个熟悉而平凡的场景：高中，工厂，卡车加油站，洗衣房，内布拉斯加的玉米地……在斯蒂芬•金的世界里，任何地方都有可能成为魔鬼的乐园。
“在后面的故事里，你会遇见各色昼伏夜出的生灵：吸血鬼、魔鬼情人、躲在衣橱里的家伙，还有其他各种各样的鬼怪。这些都不是真的。那个躲在我床下，伺机抓我脚踝的生物也不是真的。我心里清楚。我也知道，如果我小心地把脚藏在被子下面，它永远也无法得逞。”——斯蒂芬•金 《守夜》序言
Stephen King has brought together nineteen of his most unsettling short pieces--bizarre tales of dark doing and unthinkable acts from the twilight regions where horror and madness take on eerie, unearthly forms...where noises in the walls and shadows by the bed are always signs of something dreadful on the prowl.
The settings are familiar and unsuspected--a high school, a factory, a truck stop, a laundry, a field of Nebraska corn. But in Stephen King's world any place can serve as devil's ground...if the time of night is propitious, and the forces of darkness are strong, and the victims are caught just slightly off their guard... ([source][1])
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[1]: stephenking.com/library/story_collection/night_shift_flap.html [2]: openlibrary.org/works/OL14916772W/Jerusalem's_Lot [3]: openlibrary.org/works/OL149153W/Quitters_Inc [4]: openlibrary.org/works/OL19791056W/Children_of_the_Corn [5]: openlibrary.org/works/OL19791071W/One_for_the_Road [6]: openlibrary.org/works/OL19558521W/The_Shining_'Salem's_Lot_Night_Shift_Carrie
A few of the stories in here I liked more than the others, but every story in this book was fantastic. I'm ready to dig into a novel length story from Stephen King in the near future.
1) "'Come, Mrs. Cloris,' I prompted her. 'You've come this far. Now can you finish what you've begun?'
The strangest expression of terror, pique, and---I would swear to it---religious awe passed over her face. 'Some die not,' she whispered. 'Some live in the twilight shadows Between to serve--Him!'"
2) "So here we were, with the whole human race wiped out, not by atomic weapons or bio-warfare or pollution or anything grand like that. Just the flu. I'd like to put down a huge plaque somewhere, in the Bonneville Salt Flats maybe. Bronze Square. Three miles on a side. And in big raised letters it would say, for the benefit of any landing aliens: JUST THE FLU."
3) "Harold stood helplessly aside and the lawnmower man tromped ahead of him down the hall, through the living room and kitchen, and onto the back porch. Now Harold had placed the man …
1) "'Come, Mrs. Cloris,' I prompted her. 'You've come this far. Now can you finish what you've begun?'
The strangest expression of terror, pique, and---I would swear to it---religious awe passed over her face. 'Some die not,' she whispered. 'Some live in the twilight shadows Between to serve--Him!'"
2) "So here we were, with the whole human race wiped out, not by atomic weapons or bio-warfare or pollution or anything grand like that. Just the flu. I'd like to put down a huge plaque somewhere, in the Bonneville Salt Flats maybe. Bronze Square. Three miles on a side. And in big raised letters it would say, for the benefit of any landing aliens: JUST THE FLU."
3) "Harold stood helplessly aside and the lawnmower man tromped ahead of him down the hall, through the living room and kitchen, and onto the back porch. Now Harold had placed the man and everything was all right. He had seen the type before, working for the sanitation department and the highway repair crews out on the turnpike. Always with a spare minute to lean on their shovels and smoke Lucky Strikes or Camels, looking at you as if they were the salt of the earth, able to hit you for five or sleep with your wife anytime they wanted to. Harold had always been slightly afraid of men like this; they were always tanned dark brown, there were always nets of wrinkles around their eyes, and they always knew what to do."
4) "Maine blizzard---ever been out in one?
The snow comes flying so thick and fine that it looks like sand and sounds like that, beating on the sides of your car or pickup. You don't want to use your high beams because they reflect off the snow and you can't see ten feet in front of you. With the low beams on, you can see maybe fifteen feet. But I can live with the snow. It's the wind I don't like, when it picks up and begins to howl, driving the snow into a hundred weird flying shapes and sounding like all the hate and pain and fear in the world. There's death in the throat of a snowstorm wind, white death---and maybe something beyond death. That's no sound to hear when you're tucked up all cozy in your own bed with the shutters bolted and the doors locked. It's that much worse if you're driving. And we were driving smack into 'Salem's Lot."
