基本信息·出版社：Forge Books ·页码：384 页 ·出版日期：2006年05月 ·ISBN：0765317516 ·International Standard Book Number：0765317516 ·条形码 ...
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基本信息·出版社：Forge Books
·页码：384 页
·出版日期：2006年05月
·ISBN：0765317516
·International Standard Book Number：0765317516
·条形码：9780765317513
·EAN：9780765317513
·装帧：平装
·正文语种：英语
·丛书名：Aztec
内容简介 The magnificent Aztec empire has fallen beneath the brutal heal of the Spaniards. But one proud Aztec, Tenamaxtli, refuses to bow to his despised conquerors. He dreams of restoring the lost glory of the Aztec empire, and recruits an army of rebels to mount an insurrection against the seemingly invincible power of mighty Spain. Tenamaxtli’s courageous quest takes us through high adventure, passionate women, unlikely allies, bright hope, bitter tragedy, and the essence of 16th century Mexico. This incredible rebellion has been little remembered, perhaps because it shed no glory on the men who would write the history book, but on its outcome depended the future of all North America.
Aztec Autumn recreates this forgotten chapter of history in all its splendor and unforgettable passion.
作者简介 GARY JENNINGS was known for the rigorous and intensive research behind his novels, which often included hazardous travel. He passed away in 1999, leaving behind a rich legacy of historical fiction and outlines for new novels.
媒体推荐 “First-rate storytelling….A plum pudding of historical information and detail set unobtrusively into brilliant plotting and offbeat remarkable digressions.”—
The San Diego Union-Tribune “Like all good historical writers, Jennings demonstrates the talent to interpret history, not just relate it. The fact that he has taken a footnote in Aztec history and written almost four hundred pages about it is a testament to his imagination, ability, and knowledge of the subject matter.”--
The Tampa Tribune & Times “Mr. Jennings keeps the pages turning.”—
The Dallas Morning News “If you can’t make it to the latest summer blockbuster film,
Aztec Autumn is the book equivalent.”—
San Francisco Chronicle “Riveting historical fiction written with wonderful force.”—
Publishers Weekly “Jennings’ ability to marshal the results of considerable research into a smoothly flowing narrative is remarkable; here he gives appreciators of historical fiction something to relish.”—
Booklist 文摘 1 I can still see him burning.
On that long-ago day when I watched the man being set afire, I was already eighteen years old, so I had seen other people die, whether given in sacrifice to the gods or executed for some outrageous crime or simply dead by accident. But the sacrifices had always been done by means of the obsidian knife that tears out the heart. The executions had always been done with the maquáhuitl sword or with arrows or with the strangling “flower garland.” The accidental deaths had mostly been the drownings of fishermen from our seaside city who somehow fell afoul of the water goddess. In the years since that day, too, I have seen people die in war and in various other ways, but never before then had I seen a man deliberately put to death by fire, nor have I since.
I and my mother and my uncle were among the vast crowd commanded by the city’s Spanish soldiers to attend the ceremony, so I supposed that this event was intended to be some sort of object lesson to all of us non-Spaniards. Indeed, the soldiers collected and prodded and herded so many of us into the city’s central square that we were crammed shoulder to shoulder. Within a space kept clear by a cordon of other soldiers, a metal post stood fixed into the flagstones of the square. To one side of it had been built a platform for the occasion, and on it sat or stood a number of Spanish Christian priests, all clad in flowing black gowns, as are our own priests.
Two burly Spanish guards brought the condemned man and roughly shoved him into that cleared space. When we saw that he was not a Spaniard, pale and bearded, but one of our own people, I heard my mother sigh,
“Ayya ouíya…” and so did many others in the crowd. The man wore a loose, shapeless and colorless garment and, on his head, a scraggly crown made of straw. His only adornment that I could see was a pendant of some ki
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