Zusatztext " Lord of the Flies is one of my favorite books. I still read it every couple of years." Suzanne Collins! author of The Hunger Games trilogy "I finished the last half of Lord of the Flies in a single afternoon! my eyes wide! my heart pounding! not thinking! just inhaling....My rule of thumb as a writer and readerlargely formed by Lord of the Flies is feel it first! think about it later ." Stephen King "This brilliant work is a frightening parody on man's return [in a few weeks] to that state of darkness from which it took him thousands of years to emerge. Fully to succeed! a fantasy must approach very close to reality. Lord of the Flies does. It must also be superbly written. It is." The New York Times Book Review Informationen zum Autor Born in Cornwall, England, in 1911 and educated at Oxford University, William Gerald Golding's first book, Poems , was published in 1935. Following a stint in the Royal Navy and other diversions during and after World War II, Golding wrote Lord of the Flies while teaching school. This was the first of several novels including Pincher Martin , Free Fall, and The Inheritors and a play, The Brass Butterfly , which led to his being awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1983. Edward Morgan Forster was born in London in 1879, attended Tonbridge School as a day boy, and went on to King's College, Cambridge, in 1897. With King's he had a lifelong connection and was elected to an Honorary Fellowship in 1946. He declared that his life as a whole had not been dramatic, and he was unfailingly modest about his achievements. Interviewed by the BBC on his eightieth birthday, he said: 'I have not written as much as I'd like to . . . I write for two reasons: partly to make money and partly to win the respect of people whom I respect . . . I had better add that I am quite sure I am not a great novelist.' Eminent critics and the general public have judged otherwise and in his obituary The Times called him 'one of the most esteemed English novelists of his time'. He wrote six novels, four of which appeared before the First World War, Where Angels Fear to Tread (1905), The Longest Journey (1907), A Room with a View (1908), and Howard's End (1910). An interval of fourteen years elapsed before he published A Passage to India . It won both the Prix Femina Vie Heureuse and the James Tait Black Memorial Prize. Maurice , his novel on a homosexual theme, finished in 1914, was published posthumously in 1971. He also published two volumes of short stories; two collections of essays; a critical work, Aspects of the Novel ; The Hill of Devi , a fascinating record of two visits Forster made to the Indian State of Dewas Senior; two biographies; two books about Alexandria (where he worked for the Red Cross in the First World War); and, with Eric Crozier, the libretto for Britten's opera Billy Budd . He died in June 1970. Klappentext The 50th Anniversary Edition of the Lord of the Flies is the volume that every fan of this classic book will have to own! Lord of the Flies remains as provocative today as when it was first published in 1954, igniting passionate debate with its startling, brutal portrait of human nature. Though critically acclaimed, it was largely ignored upon its initial publication. Yet soon it became a cult favorite among both students and literary critics who compared it to J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye in its influence on modern thought and literature. Labeled a parable, an allegory, a myth, a morality tale, a parody, a political treatise, even a vision of the apocalypse, Lord of the Flies has established itself as a true classic. And now readers can own it in a beau...

"Lord of the Flies is one of my favorite books. I still read it every couple of years." 
—Suzanne Collins, author of The Hunger Games trilogy

"I finished the last half of Lord of the Flies in a single afternoon, my eyes wide, my heart pounding, not thinking, just inhaling....My rule of thumb as a writer and reader—largely formed by Lord of the Flies—is feel it first, think about it later." 
—Stephen King

"This brilliant work is a frightening parody on man's return [in a few weeks] to that state of darkness from which it took him thousands of years to emerge. Fully to succeed, a fantasy must approach very close to reality. Lord of the Flies does. It must also be superbly written. It is." 
****—The New York Times Book Review

Autorentext

William Golding; Introduction by E. M. Forster; Notes by E. L. Epstein; Illustrations by Ben Gibson

Klappentext

The 50th Anniversary Edition of the Lord of the Flies is the volume that every fan of this classic book will have to own!
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Lord of the Flies** remains as provocative today as when it was first published in 1954, igniting passionate debate with its startling, brutal portrait of human nature. Though critically acclaimed, it was largely ignored upon its initial publication. Yet soon it became a cult favorite among both students and literary critics who compared it to J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye in its influence on modern thought and literature.

Labeled a parable, an allegory, a myth, a morality tale, a parody, a political treatise, even a vision of the apocalypse, Lord of the Flies has established itself as a true classic. And now readers can own it in a beautifully designed hardcover edition worthy of its stature.

Leseprobe
THE SOUND OF
THE SHELL

THE BOY WITH FAIR HAIR LOWERED HIMSELF down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon. Though he had taken off his school sweater and trailed it now from one hand, his grey shirt stuck to him and his hair was plastered to his forehead. All round him the long scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat. He was clambering heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of red and yellow, flashed upwards with a witchlike cry; and this cry was echoed by another.

    "Hi!" it said. "Wait a minute!"

    The undergrowth at the side of the scar was shaken and a multitude of raindrops fell pattering.

    "Wait a minute," the voice said. "I got caught up."

    The fair boy stopped and jerked his stockings with an automatic gesture that made the jungle seem for a moment like the Home Counties.

    The voice spoke again.

    "I can't hardly move with all these creeper things."

    The owner of the voice came backing out of the undergrowth so that twigs scratched on a greasy wind-breaker. The naked crooks of his knees were plump, caught and scratched by thorns. He bent down, removed the thorns carefully, and turned around. He was shorter than the fair boy and very fat. He came forward, searching out safe lodgments for his feet, and then looked up through thick spectacles.

    "Where's the man with the megaphone?"

    The fair boy shook his head.

    "This is an island. At least I think it's an island. That's a reef out in the sea. Perhaps there aren't any grownups anywhere."

    The fat boy looked startled.

    "There was that pilot. But he wasn't in the passenger cabin, he was up in front."

    The fair boy was peering at the reef through screwed-up eyes.

    "All them other kids," the fat boy went on. "Some of them must have got out. They must have, mustn't they?"

    The fair boy began to pick his way as casually as possible toward the water. He tried to be offhand and not too obviously uninterested, but the fat boy hurried after him.

    "Aren't there any grownups at all?"

    "I don't think so."

    The fair boy said this solemnl…