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"Lisey's Story" (2006) - роман

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Новата книга на Стивън Кинг излезе официално в US и UK на 24 октомври и изданието й с твърди корици е дебело 528 страници!

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Lisey Debusher Landon lost her husband, Scott, two years ago, after a twenty-five-year marriage of the most profound and sometimes frightening intimacy. Scott was an award-winning, bestselling novelist and a very complicated man. Early in their relationship, before they married, Lisey had to learn from him about books and blood and bools. Later, she understood that there was a place Scott went -- a place that both terrified and healed him, that could eat him alive or give him the ideas he needed in order to live. Now it's Lisey's turn to face Scott's demons, Lisey's turn to go to Boo'ya Moon. What begins as a widow's effort to sort through the papers of her celebrated husband becomes a nearly fatal journey into the darkness he inhabited. Perhaps King's most personal and powerful novel, Lisey's Story is about the wellsprings of creativity, the temptations of madness, and the secret language of love.

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In the two years since her husband Scott's sudden death, professors and collectors mad to lay their hands on his unpublished manuscripts and letters, those of one of the most successful and lauded writers of his generation, have besieged Lisey (rhymes with CeeCee) Landon. The last of them, initially ingratiating, wound up threatening her. That decided her to prepare Scott's papers for donation to an appropriate archive. In the midst of doing that, she gets an answering machine message, then a telephone call and a written note, as well as a dead cat in the mailbox, from a grammatically challenged man who says he'll "hurt [her] places you didn't let the boys to touch at the junior high dances." Fortunately, she's been hearing Scott's voice lately, more than in recollection, and it leads her back to a place, another dimension, that he'd told her about but that she'd forgotten. The boy Scott and his long-dead brother went there to escape their sometimes psychopathic father; the grown-up Scott, to heal from many wounds, including those from a shooting that would have been fatal if Lisey hadn't intervened. It is paradisiacally beautiful but dangerous at night, when weird, savage creatures hunt in it. In this long, often long-feeling, utterly Stephen Kingish novel, Scott's strange and eventful past is thoroughly recovered, and Lisey's strength is revealed and confirmed, though not before the maniac does indeed hurt her. The book is also, perhaps, a parable about love and imagination that affirms love as the more salvific of the two.

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Possibly King's most ambitious and accomplished book ever, Lisey's Story is a profoundly moving and disturbing novel about a widow coping with the loss of her writer husband. It's a grand, ambitious and layered book, with unrelenting emotional power. It's a book for the ages—exploring the dark secrets of the ones we love, and the very wellsprings of creativity.

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Advanced Praise:
"Lisey's Story is a wondrous novel of marriage, a love story steeped in strength and tenderness, and cast with the most vivid, touching and believable characters in recent literature. I came to adore Lisey Landon and her sisters, I ached for Scott and all he'd been through, and when I finally reached the bittersweet and heartfelt conclusion, my first thought was that I wanted to start over again from the beginning, for it felt as if I were saying good-bye to old friends. This is Stephen King at his finest and most generous, a dazzling novel that you'll thank yourself for reading long after the final page is turned."
—Nicholas Sparks, author of The Notebook


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"In Lisey's Story, Stephen King makes bold, brilliant use of his satanic storytelling gift, his angelic ear for language, and above all his incomparable ability to find the epic in the ordinary, to present us with the bloody and fabulous tale of an ordinary marriage. In his hands the long, passionate union of Scott and Lisey Landon--of any long-lived marriage, by implication--becomes a fantastic kingdom, with its own geography and language, its dark and stirring chronicle of heroes and monsters, its tragedies, griefs and glories. King has been getting me to look at the world with terror and wonder since I was fifteen years old, and I have never been more persuaded than by this book of his greatness."
—Michael Chabon, author of The Final Solution: A Story of Detection and The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay


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Kirkus Reviews
The widow of a bestselling novelist reveals that the wellspring for his ideas is a very dark place, indeed. First and last, this is a powerful love story-and love causes people to do strange and remarkable things. It has been two years since legendary novelist Scott Landon died. His widow, Lisey, has finally summoned the strength to begin clearing and cataloguing his workspace. It is a significant metaphor that Scott and Lisey never had children. Instead, their coupling allowed him to produce numerous novels that thrilled readers. His bestselling works are filled with raw emotion. Academic vultures circle the widow, desperate for access to Scott's massive archive of unpublished works, notes and secrets. And some of those secrets are worth killing for. Only Lisey knows the source of Scott's magic, the place where imagination runs wild, the place called Boo'Ya Moon. Scott and Lisey shared a life full of passion, but his death has left a void in her life. She is adrift, confused and stalked by supernatural forces. Incunks prowl, while Lisey chases bools and ducks blood-bools. Sometimes it is unclear where her reality stops and her imagination takes over. Battling against Scott's legacy, Lisey also comes face to face with her own demons at the edge of Boo'Ya Moon. King is surprisingly introspective and mature here. He showcases the agony and the ecstasy of the writing process. Where Misery (1987) looked at the relationship between writer and fan, this time it is that of the writer and his one true love. There seems to be much of King in the character of Scott (although Scott is both a Pulitzer- and National Book Award-winner). Pain and suffering are Scott'sliterary trademarks. The Buddha taught that the end of suffering is supreme happiness. When King finally reveals Lisey's fate, we all reach the same destination in Boo'Ya Moon. One of King's finest works.


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Publishers Weekly
Following King's triumphant return to the world of gory horror in Cell, the bestselling author proves he's still the master of supernatural suspense in this minimally bloody but disturbing and sorrowful love story set in rural Maine. Lisey's husband, Pulitzer Prize-winning author Scott Landon, has been dead for two years at the book's start, but his presence is felt on every page. Lisey hears him so often in her head that when her catatonic sister, Amanda, begins speaking to her with Scott's voice, she finds it not so much unbelievable as inevitable. Soon she's following a trail of clues that lead her to Scott's horrifying childhood and the eerie world called Boo'ya Moon, all while trying to help Amanda and avoid a murderous stalker. Both a metaphor for coming to terms with grief and a self-referencing parable of the writer's craft, this novel answers the question King posed 25 years ago in his tale "The Reach": yes, the dead do love.


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Library Journal
What legacy, besides $20 million and stacks of memorabilia, can a famous Maine writer of horror tales leave his widow after 25 years of marriage? When Lisey Landon is terrorized by one of her late husband's crazed fans as she tries to cope with her sister's rapidly deteriorating mental state, she finds that her only salvation lies in finally working through the maze of memories she and her husband, Scott, constructed. King, often at his most powerful when exploring grief (e.g., Pet Sematary, Bag of Bones), takes readers on a roller-coaster ride through the artifacts of a marriage that bonded a creative genius to a woman who was able to save him from himself for a quarter of a century. In the end, Lisey's deliverance comes from the lessons she learned during those years, and the peace she makes with her own world is rooted in the strength she gained from the process. There is little doubt that, in its monster-strewn, pop culture-laden way, this is also Stevie's Story. An essential addition to all King collections.


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Ето какво казва за новата книга на Кинг популярната писателка Нора Робъртс: :)

Stephen King hooked me about three decades ago with that sharply faceted, blood-stained jewel, The Shining. Through the years he's bumped my gooses with kiddie vampires, tingled my spine with beloved pets gone rabid, justified my personal fear of clowns and made me think twice about my cell phone. I've always considered The Stand--a long-time favorite--a towering tour de force, and have owed its author a debt as this was the first novel I could convince my older son to read from cover to cover.
But with Lisey's Story, King has accomplished one more feat. He broke my heart.
Lisey's Story is, at its core, a love story--heart-wrenching, passionate, terrifying and tender. It is the multi-layered and expertly crafted tale of a twenty-five year marriage, and a widow's journey through grief, through discovery and--this is King, after all--through a nightmare scape of the ordinary and extraordinary. Through Lisey's mind and heart, the reader is pulled into the intimacies of her marriage to bestselling novelist Scott Landon, and through her we come to know this complicated, troubled and heroic man.
Two years after his death, Lisey sorts through her husband's papers and her own shrouded memories. Following the clues Scott left her and her own instincts, she embarks on a journey that risks both her life and her sanity. She will face Scott's demons as well as her own, traveling into the past and into Boo'ya Moon, the seductive and terrifying world he'd shown her. There lives the power to heal, and the power to destroy.
Lisey Landon is a richly wrought character of charm and complexity, of realized inner strength and redoubtable humor. As the central figure she drives the story, and the story is so vividly textured, the reader will draw in the perfumed air of Boo'ya Moon, will see the sunlight flood through the windows of the Scott's studio--or the night press against them. Her voice will be clear in your ear as you experience the fear and the wonder. If your heart doesn't hitch at the demons she faces in this world and the other, if it doesn't thrill at her courage and endurance, you're going to need to check with a cardiologist, first chance.
Lisey's Story is bright and brilliant. It's dark and desperate. While I'll always consider The Shining, my first ride on King's wild Tilt-A-Whirl, a gorgeous, bloody jewel, I found, on this latest ride, a treasure box heaped with dazzling gems.
A few of them have sharp, hungry teeth.


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At the reading at Maple Street School on Friday evening King read from his upcoming novel Lisey's Story.

King described his novel-in-progress as "a love story, with monsters ... some of them human."

He also gave the audience a disclaimer. "This sort of thing might come back to you tonight," King said, "when it's dark, and you're alone, and there's no one around to hear you scream."

The reading did not disappoint.

The audience heard a story about a man remembering one of the traumatic experiences of his youth. The fictional boy watched his older brother going mad, "snarling like a dog" with a face like "a Halloween mask."


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Американското издание на "Клетката" включва дълъг 12 страници откъс от "Lisey's Story". В английското издание също има откъс - първата глава на книгата.

The Scribner edition of Cell contains a sneak peak at Lisey's Story. The first twelve pages of the book are presented in King's own handwriting. The excerpt is not the same as what we've previously seen in "Lisey and the Madman." The opening chapter is called "Lisey and Amanda (Everything the Same)" and deals with Lisey Landon two years after the death of her famous writer husband Scott. She's finally going through his writing office, trying to decide what to do about his unpublished works. Amanda is her older sister, and there seems to be tension between the two. My feeling is that this book will be in the Bag of Bones vein.

По-долу можете да прочетете част от въпросния откъс ;)


I. Lisey and Amanda
(Everything the Same)

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To the public eye, the spouses of well-known writers are all but invisible, and no one knew it better than Lisey Landon. Her husband had won the Pulitzer and the National Book Award, but Lisey had given only one interview in her life. This was for the well-known women's magazine that publishes the column "Yes, I'm Married to Him!" She spent roughly half of its five-hundred-word length explaining that her nickname rhymed with "CeeCee." Most of the other half had to do with her recipe for slow-cooked roast beef. Lisey's sister Amanda said that the picture accompanying the interview made Lisey look fat.
None of Lisey's sisters was immune to the pleasures of setting the cat among the pigeons ("stirring up a stink" had been their father's phrase for it), or having a good natter about someone else's dirty laundry, but the only one Lisey had a hard time liking was this same Amanda. Eldest (and oddest) of the onetime Debusher girls of Lisbon Falls, Amanda currently lived alone, in a house which Lisey had provided, a small, weather-tight place not too far from Castle View where Lisey, Darla, and Cantata could keep an eye on her. Lisey had bought it for her seven years ago, five before Scott died. Died Young. Died Before His Time, as the saying was. Lisey still had trouble believing he'd been gone for two years. It seemed both longer and the blink of an eye.
When Lisey finally got around to making a start at cleaning out his office suite, a long and beautifully lit series of rooms that had once been no more than the loft above a country barn, Amanda had shown up on the third day, after Lisey had finished her inventory of all the foreign editions (there were hundreds) but before she could do more than start listing the furniture, with little stars next to the pieces she thought she ought to keep. She waited for Amanda to ask her why she wasn't moving faster, for heaven's sake, but Amanda asked no questions. While Lisey moved from the furniture question to a listless (and daylong) consideration of the cardboard boxes of correspondence stacked in the main closet, Amanda's focus seemed to remain on the impressive stacks and piles of memorabilia which ran the length of the study's south wall. She worked her way back and forth along this snakelike accretion, saying little or nothing but jotting frequently in a little notebook she kept near to hand.
What Lisey didn't say was What are you looking for? Or What are you writing down? As Scott had pointed out on more than one occasion, Lisey had what was surely among the rarest of human talents: she was a business-minder who did not mind too much if you didn't mind yours. As long as you weren't making explosives to throw at someone, that was, and in Amanda's case, explosives were always a possibility. She was the sort of woman who couldn't help prying, the sort of woman who would open her mouth sooner or later.
Her husband had headed south from Rumford, where they had been living ("like a couple of wolverines caught in a drainpipe," Scott said after an afternoon visit he vowed never to repeat) in 1985. Her one child, named Intermezzo and called Metzie for short, had gone north to Canada (with a long-haul trucker for a beau) in 1989. "One flew north, one flew south, one couldn't shut her everlasting mouth." That had been their father's rhyme when they were kids, and the one of Dandy Dave Debusher's girls who could never shut her everlasting mouth was surely Manda, dumped first by her husband and then by her own daughter.
Hard to like as Amanda sometimes was, Lisey hadn't wanted her down there in Rumford on her own; didn't trust her on her own, if it came to that, and although they'd never said so aloud, Lisey was sure Darla and Cantata felt the same. So she'd had a talk with Scott, and found the little Cape Cod, which could be had for ninety-seven thousand dollars, cash on the nail. Amanda had moved up within easy checking range soon after.
Now Scott was dead and Lisey had finally gotten around to the business of cleaning out his writing quarters. Halfway through the fourth day, the foreign editions were boxed up, the correspondence was marked and in some sort of order, and she had a good idea of what furniture was going and what was staying. So why did it feel that she had done so little? She'd known from the outset that this was a job which couldn't be hurried. Never mind all the importuning letters and phone calls she'd gotten since Scott's death (and more than a few visits, too). She supposed that in the end, the people who were interested in Scott's unpublished writing would get what they wanted, but not until she was ready to give it to them. They hadn't been clear on that at first; they weren't down with it, as the saying was. Now she thought most of them were.
There were lots of words for the stuff Scott had left behind. The only one she completely understood was memorabilia, but there was another one, a funny one, that sounded like incuncabilla. That was what the impatient people wanted, the wheedlers, and the angry ones — Scott's incuncabilla. Lisey began to think of them as Incunks.

2

What she felt most of all, especially after Amanda showed up, was discouraged, as if she'd either underestimated the task itself or overestimated (wildly) her ability to see it through to its inevitable conclusion — the saved furniture stored in the barn below, the rugs rolled up and taped shut, the yellow Ryder van in the driveway, throwing its shadow on the board fence between her yard and the Galloways' next door.
Oh, and don't forget the sad heart of this place, the three desktop computers (there had been four, but the one in the memory nook was now gone, thanks to Lisey herself). Each was newer and lighter than the last, but even the newest was a big desktop model and all of them still worked. They were password-protected, too, and she didn't know what the passwords were. She'd never asked, and had no idea what kind of electro-litter might be sleeping on the computers' hard drives. Grocery lists? Poems? Erotica? She was sure he'd been connected to the internet, but had no idea where he visited when he was there. Amazon? Drudge? Hank Williams Lives? Madam Cruella's Golden Showers & Tower of Power? She tended to think not anything like that last, to think she would have seen the bills (or at least divots in the monthly house-money account), except of course that was really bullshit. If Scott had wanted to hide a thousand a month from her, he could have done so. And the passwords? The joke was, he might have told her. She forgot stuff like that, that was all. She reminded herself to try her own name. Maybe after Amanda had taken herself home for the day. Which didn't look like happening anytime soon.
Lisey sat back and blew hair off her forehead. I won't get to the manuscripts until July, at this rate, she thought. The Incunks would go nuts if they saw the way I'm crawling along. Especially that last one.
The last one — five months ago, this had been — had managed not to blow up, had managed to keep a very civil tongue about him until she'd begun to think he might be different. Lisey told him that Scott's writing suite had been sitting empty for almost a year and a half at that time, but she'd almost mustered the energy and resolve to go up there and start the work of cleaning the rooms and setting the place to rights.
Her visitor's name had been Professor Joseph Woodbody, of the University of Pittsburgh English Department. Pitt was Scott's alma mater, and Woodbody's Scott Landon and the American Myth lecture class was extremely popular and extremely large. He also had four graduate students doing Scott Landon theses this year, and so it was probably inevitable that the Incunk warrior should come to the fore when Lisey spoke in such vague terms as sooner rather than later and almost certainly sometime this summer. But it wasn't until she assured him that she would give him a call "when the dust settles" that Woodbody really began to give way.
He said the fact that she had shared a great American writer's bed did not qualify her to serve as his literary executor. That, he said, was a job for an expert, and he understood that Mrs. Landon had no college degree at all. He reminded her of the time already gone since Scott Landon's death, and of the rumors that continued to grow. Supposedly there were piles of unpublished Landon fiction — short stories, even novels. Could she not let him into the study for even a little while? Let him prospect a bit in the file cabinets and desk drawers, if only to set the most outrageous rumors to rest? She could stay with him the whole time, of course — that went without saying.
"No," she'd said, showing Professor Woodbody to the door. "I'm not ready just yet." Overlooking the man's lower blows — trying to, at least — because he was obviously as crazy as the rest of them. He'd just hidden it better, and for a little longer. "And when I am, I'll want to look at everything, not just the manuscripts."
"But— "
She had nodded seriously to him. "Everything the same."
"I don't understand what you mean by that."
Of course he didn't. It had been a part of her marriage's inner language. How many times had Scott come breezing in, calling "Hey, Lisey, I'm home — everything the same?" Meaning is everything all right, is everything cool. But like most phrases of power (Scott had explained this once to her, but Lisey had already known it), it had an inside meaning. A man like Woodbody could never grasp the inside meaning of everything the same. Lisey could explain it all day and he still wouldn't get it. Why? Because he was an Incunk, and when it came to Scott Landon only one thing interested the Incunks.
"It doesn't matter," was what she'd said to Professor Woodbody on that day five months ago. "Scott would have understood."

3

If Amanda had asked Lisey where Scott's "memory nook" things had been stored — the awards and plaques, stuff like that — Lisey would have lied (a thing she did tolerably well for one who did it seldom) and said "a U-Store-It in Mechanic Falls." Amanda did not ask, however. She just paged ever more ostentatiously through her little notebook, surely trying to get her younger sister to broach the subject with the proper question, but Lisey did not ask. She was thinking of how empty this corner was, how empty and uninteresting, with so many of Scott's mementos gone. Either destroyed (like the computer monitor) or too badly scratched and dented to be shown; such an exhibit would raise more questions than it could ever answer.
At last Amanda gave in and opened her notebook. "Look at this," she said. "Just look."
Manda was holding out the first page. Written on the blue lines, crammed in from the little wire loops on the left to the edge of the sheet on the right (like a coded message from one of those street-crazies you're always running into in New York because there's not enough money for the publicly funded mental institutions anymore, Lisey thought wearily), were numbers. Most had been circled. A very few had been enclosed in squares. Manda turned the page and now here were two pages filled with more of the same. On the following page, the numbers stopped halfway down. The final one appeared to be 846.
Amanda gave her the sidelong, red-cheeked, and somehow hilarious expression of hauteur that had meant, when she was twelve and little Lisey only two, that Manda had gone and Taken Something On Herself; tears for someone would follow. Amanda herself, more often than not. Lisey found herself waiting with some interest (and a touch of dread) to see what that expression might mean this time. Amanda had been acting nutty ever since turning up.


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В McSweeney's Enchanted Chamber of Astonishing Stories (an anthology edited by Michael Chabon) е включен друг откъс. Той е по-дълъг (30стр.) и е различен от откъса, поместен на края на "Клетката". Казва се "Lisey and the Madman" (the excerpt is about 30 pages long and about a writer who gets shot during a public appearance, told from the point of view of his wife)

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=>ТУК<= можете да видите съвсем детайлно как изглежда корицата на английското издание на "Lisey's story" :!:
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Мнение от deadface » нед ное 12, 2006 5:23 am

А =>ТУК<= можете да видите съвсем детайлно как изглежда корицата на американското издание на "Lisey's story" :!:
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Мнение от deadface » нед ное 12, 2006 5:30 am

Впрочем, ето го и съдържанието на книгата ;)

Contents

Part 1: Bool Hunt

I. Lisey and Amanda
(Everything the Same)

II. Lisey and The Madman
(Darkness Loves Him)

III. Lisey and The Silver Spade
(Wait for the Wind to Change)

IV. Lisey and The Blood-Bool
(All the Bad-Gunky)

Part 2: Sowisa

V. Lisey and The Long, Long Thursday
(Stations of the Bool)

VI. Lisey and The Professor
(This Is What It Gets You)

VII. Lisey and The Law
(Obsession and The Exhausted Mind)

VIII. Lisey and Scott
(Under the Yum-Yum Tree)

IX. Lisey and The Black Prince of The Incunks
(The Duty of Love)

X. Lisey and The Arguments Against Insanity
(The Good Brother)

XI. Lisey and The Pool
(Shhhh—Now You Must Be Still)

XII. Lisey at Greenlawn
(The Hollyhocks)

XIII. Lisey and Amanda
(The Sister Thing)

XIV. Lisey and Scott
(Babyluv)

XV. Lisey and The Long Boy
(Pafko at the Wall)

Part 3: Lisey’s Story

XVI. Lisey and The Story Tree
(Scott Has His Say)

Author’s Statement
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Мнение от deadface » вт апр 17, 2007 1:30 pm

Написах една статия за сп. Starlighter.info, в която става въпрос за тазгодишните носители на наградата "Брам Стокър", сред които е и Стивън Кинг с "Историята на Лиси" (произнася се Лиси, а не Лизи, проверих). Ако някой проявява интерес, може да прочете цялата статия ТУК 8)
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Мнение от BLADE » ср апр 18, 2007 12:11 am

ХЪм или не съм търсил където трябва или нещо немога да намеря да си купя тази книга преведена на БГ.Е проверих само в он-лайн магазините.Явно трябва да се поразходя насам натам :lol:

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Мнение от Garraty47 » ср апр 18, 2007 12:12 am

все още я няма на бг, не се мъчи ;)

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Мнение от deadface » съб май 12, 2007 3:37 am

От сигурни източници разбрах, че "Историята на Лиси" вече се превежда, така че скоро ще я видим и при нас!
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Мнение от NoLabel » нед май 13, 2007 1:07 pm

О, яко! А от кое издателство, знаеш ли?
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Мнение от deadface » пон май 14, 2007 12:49 am

Ами, преводачът на "Историята на Лиси" - Адриан Лазаровски - работи основно с "Плеяда" :)
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Мнение от Vokial » пон май 14, 2007 8:50 am

Тия плеядци и бардци, не можаха да се съвземат и да преидадат всичко... или дари да предат всичко, Storm of the century още не е преведена, някои книги се намират с мъка...

Сейлъмс Лот даже не съм го виждал :)

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Мнение от BLADE » пон май 14, 2007 11:59 am

A дали изданието на БГ ще бъда същото като американското в смисъл с такива корици в такава кутия.И БГ изданието ли ще е готино като другото :lol:

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Мнение от J.S. » пон май 14, 2007 2:54 pm

Бг изданието както винаги ще е далеч от луксозност.Твърди корици,кутия-вижда ми се невероятно.Ако беше на бард щеше да има обложка,но плеяда ще оставят само висока цена.Очаквам корицата да е клонинг на американската.

(Поне така си мисля заради досегашния ми опит с издаваните в България книги на Стивън Кинг)

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Мнение от deadface » пон май 14, 2007 8:57 pm

Vokial, "Storm of the century" е сценарий, а не роман, така че никога няма да бъде издаден у нас като книга ;)

BLADE, можеш да си повече от сигурен, че българското издание няма да е с твърди корици и кутия, защото това ще направи цената му двойно по-скъпа и, вместо 16 лв. да речем (книгата е доста дебела), ще стане 30 лв., че и повече, а малко хора са склонни (или имат възможност) да дадат толкова пари за една книга. Те затова и американците имат навика да издават бестселърите в няколко тиража - с меки корици, с твърди корици и супер луксозно издание (на специална хартия, с орнаменти и прочие), така че повече хора да си закупят въпросната книга (тези, които са по-бедни - евтиното с меки корици, а по-богатите и колекционерите - по-луксозните издания).

J.S., Плеяда нямат никаква вина за високите цени, просто в България издаването на книги е много скъпо. Оснавният проблем е, че печатниците искат прекалено големи суми за отпечатването (ако издаването на една книга в 1000 бр. тираж струва на издателя 10000 лв. да речем, половината от тази сума, че и повече, отива за печатницата). Освен това трябва да се заплати труда на преводача, на редактора, на коректора, на човека, който се занимава със странирането/форматирането, на художника и, разбира се, авторските права на агенцията/издателството, което ги държи. А авторските права на Стивън Кинг са едни от най-скъпите, може би 30% от печалбата на издателя от дадената книга.
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Мнение от deadface » вт май 15, 2007 10:30 am

Btw, ако ви мързи да четете от монитора, от ТУК можете да си свалите "Историята на Лиси" в аудио формат 8)
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Мнение от Vokial » вт май 15, 2007 10:27 pm

deadface написа:Btw, ако ви мързи да четете от монитора, от ТУК можете да си свалите "Историята на Лиси" в аудио формат 8)
Супер, браво за линка! :)

Все пак нямам търпение и да си я имам на хартиен носител :p

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Мнение от deadface » пет май 18, 2007 5:07 pm

Нали :) Е, ще се наложи да почакаме още малко. Говорих отново с Адриан. Преводът на книгата ще е готов до края на юли, значи "Историята на Лиси" ще се появи по книжарниците през август или септември със знака на Плеяда.
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