一个英国证券交易所的经纪人，本已有牢靠的职业和地位、美满的家庭，但却迷恋上绘画，像“被魔鬼附了体”，突然弃家出走，到巴黎去追求绘画的理想。他的行径没有人能够理解。他在异国不仅肉体受着贫穷和饥饿煎熬，而且为了寻找表现手法，精神亦在忍受痛苦折磨。经过一番离奇的遭遇后，主人公离开文明世界，远遁到与世隔绝的塔希提岛上。他终于找到灵魂的宁静和适合自己艺术气质的氛围。他同一个土著女子同居，创作出一幅又一幅使后世震惊的杰作。在他染上麻风病双目失明之前，曾在自己住房四壁画了一幅表现伊甸园的伟大作品。但在逝世之前，他却命令土著女子在他死后把这幅画作付之一炬。
Charles Strickland, a rather dull and uninspiring London stockbroker leaves his wife and possessions to go to France, and later Tahiti to follow an ambition to express himself in painting. This desire to paint soon implodes into obsession, with grave repercussions. His life ended tragically, but he left a legacy of genius.
《月亮和六便士》是英国小说家威廉 萨默赛特 毛姆的三大长篇力作之一，成书于1919年。毛姆，一个出生于法国的英国人，他是以戏剧成名的小说家，也是一个拥有博士学位的骑士，他在20世纪初，风靡了整个世纪和世界。他的这部小说问世后，以情节入胜、文字深刻在文坛轰动一时，人们争相传看。适合英语专业学生及想要提高英语阅读水平的读者品读。
推荐理由：
1.毛姆被誉为“英国的莫泊桑”，是二十世纪一位会讲故事的作家；
2.在这部小说里，毛姆用及时人称的叙述手法，借“我”之口，叙述了整个故事；
3.小说原型是法国印象派画家高更，这更增加了它的传奇色彩，受到了全世界读者的关注；
4.小说所揭示的逃避现实的主题，与西方许多人的追求相吻合，成为20世纪的流行小说；5.英文原版无删减，有助于提高文学素养和英文水平。
The Moon and Sixpence is a novel by W Somerset Maugham first published in 1919. It is told in episodic form by a first-person narrator, in a series of glimpses into the mind and soul of the central character Charles Strickland, a middle-aged English stockbroker, who abandons his wife and children abruptly to pursue his desire to become an artist. The story is in part based on the life of the painter Paul Gauguin.
威廉 萨默塞特 毛姆，英国小说家、戏剧家。生于律师家庭。父母早死，由伯父接回英国抚养。原来学医，后转而致力写作。他的作品常以冷静、客观乃至挑剔的态度审视人生，基调超然，带讽刺和怜悯意味，在国内外拥有大量读者。著名的有戏剧《圈子》长篇小说《人生的枷锁》《月亮和六便士》，短篇小说集《叶的震颤》《卡苏里那树》《阿金》等。
William Somerset Maugham was a British playwright, novelist and short story writer. He was among the most popular writers of his era and reputedly the highest-paid author during the 1930s. The success of his first novel, Liza of Lambeth, published in 1897, won him over to literature. Of Human Bondage, the first of his masterpieces, came out in 1915, and with the publication in 1919 of The Moon and Sixpence his reputation as a novelist was established. At the same time his fame as a successful playwright and writer was being consolidated with acclaimed productions of various plays and the publication of several short story collections. His other works include travel books, essays, criticism and the autobiographical The Summing Up and A Writer’s Notebook.
I confess that when first I made acquaintance with Charles Strickland I never for a moment discerned that there was in him anything out of the ordinary. Yet now few will be found to deny his greatness. I do not speak of that greatness which is achieved by the fortunate politician or the successful soldier; that is a quality which belongs to the place he occupies rather than to the man; and a change of circumstances reduces it to very discreet proportions. The Prime Minister out of office is seen, too often, to have been but a pompous rhetorician, and the General without an army is but the tame hero of a market town. The greatness of Charles Strickland was authentic. It may be that you do not like his art, but at all events you can hardly refuse it the tribute of your interest. He disturbs and arrests. The time has passed when he was an object of ridicule, and it is no longer a mark of eccentricity to defend or of perversity to extol him. His faults are accepted as the necessary complement to his merits. It is still possible to discuss his place in art, and the adulation of his admirers is perhaps no less capricious than the disparagement of his detractors; but one thing can never be doubtful, and that is that he had genius. To my mind the most interesting thing in art is the personality of the artist; and if that is singular, I am willing to excuse a thousand faults. I suppose Velasquez was a better painter than El Greco, but custom stales one’s admiration for him: the Cretan, sensual and tragic, proffers the mystery of his soul like a standing sacrifice. The artist, painter, poet, or musician, by his decoration, sublime or beautiful, satisfies the aesthetic sense; but that is akin to the sexual instinct, and shares its barbarity: he lays before you also the greater gift of himself. To pursue his secret has something of the fascination of a detective story. It is a riddle which shares with the universe the merit of having no answer. The most insignificant of Strickland’s works suggests a personality which is strange, tormented, and complex; and it is this surely which prevents even those who do not like his pictures from being indifferent to them; it is this which has excited so curious an interest in his life and character
