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纸牌屋(House of Cards 英文版)

时间:2014-06-01 10:35:38  来源:  作者:迈克尔·多布斯爵士(Michael Dobbs)  
简介:  在首相连任竞选中功不可没的党鞭长弗朗西斯·厄克特本以为自己会入内阁任职,不料未能如愿。于是他暗中发誓要取代背叛自己的首相,搞垮所有的对手。他利用自己能够掌握内阁机密和掌握党内人士隐秘的优势,操控了一个又一个官员,并利用《每日纪事报》里想成为一线政治记者的玛蒂·斯多林,令她在媒体上大做文章。
  初战告捷后,他旋即指派手下对内阁展开大规模围剿,紧紧咬住所有人的弱点,除掉了一个又一个对手,扫清了一个又一个障碍,然而他的阴谋也在慢慢地暴露。他最终能否登上首相宝座,而知道越来越多内幕的玛蒂又能否安然周旋于权力斗争中,并实现自己的理想呢?...
  Preston's efforts at increasing the circulation by taking the paper down-market had yet to show  the promised results, and the smooth and dapper appearance which he effected was spoilt by the  beads of perspiration and concern which constantly appeared on his brow and made his heavy rimmed  glasses slip down his nose. The carefully manufactured attempt at outward authority had never  fully hidden the. insecurity within.
  He turned away from the bank of television monitors which had been piled up against one wall of  his office to face the member of staff who had been giving him such a hard time.
  'How the hell do you know it's going wrong?' he shouted. Mattie Storin did not flinch. At twenty- eight she was the youngest recruit to the paper's political staff, having only recently replaced  one of the senior correspondents who had fallen foul of the accountants for his habit of  conducting interviews over extended lunches at the Savoy. Yet Mattie had a confidence about her  judgement which belied the nine hectic months she had spent in the job. Anyway, she was as tall as  Preston, 'and almost as beautiful' as she often quipped at his expense. She did not care for this  new style of editor whose job was not so much to produce a prime quality newspaper but foremost to  return a good profit. Preston came from the 'management school' of editing, where they teach  readership audits and costs per thousand rather than what makes a good story and when to ignore  the lawyers' advice; and it stuck in Mattie's gullet. Preston knew it, and resented Mattie and her  obvious if raw and unfashioned talent, but he knew in many ways that he needed her more than she  needed him. Even in the management school of journalism, a newspaper still requires a sharp  journalistic nose to reach its circulation target, as Preston was slowly beginning to discover.
  She turned to face him with her hands thrust defensively into the pockets of her fashionably baggy  trousers, which in spite of the flowing lines somehow still managed to emphasise her willowy  elegance. Mattie Storin very much wanted to succeed as a journalist and to develop the skills  which she knew she possessed. But she was also a woman, a very attractive one, and was determined  not to sacrifice her identity simply to conform to the typecasting expected of young women working  their way up in journalism. She saw no reason why she should attempt either to grow a beard in  order to have her talent recognised, or to play the simpering lovely lady to satisfy the  chauvinistic demands of her male colleagues, particularly so inadequate an example as Preston.
  She began slowly, hoping he would get the full flavour of her logic. 'Every single Government MP  I've been able to talk to in the last two hours is downgrading his forecast, and every Opposition  spokesman I have talked to is smiling. I've telephoned the returning officer in the Prime  Minister's constituency, who says the poll looks as if it's going to be down by 5 per cent. That's  scarcely an overwhelming vote of confidence. Something is going on out there. You can feel it. The  Government are not yet home and are certainly not dry, and our story is too strong.'
  'Crap. Every poll taken during the election suggests a strong Government win, yet you want me to  change the front page on the basis of feminine instinct?'
  Mattie could sense her editor's nervousness. All editors live on their nerves, but the secret is  not to show it. Preston showed it.
  'OK' he demanded, 'they had a majority of 102 at the last election. Tell me what you think it's  going to be tomorrow. All the opinion polls are predicting around 70 seats.'
  'You trust the polls if you want, Grev,' she warned, 'but I'd rather trust the feel I get out on  the streets. There's no enthusiasm amongst Government supporters. They won't turn out and it will  drag the majority down.'
  'Come on,' he bullied. 'How much?'
  She shook her head slowly to emphasise her caution, her short blonde hair brushing around her  shoulders. 'A week ago I would have said it would be about 50. Now it could be even less,' she  responded.
  'Jesus, it can't be less. We've backed those bastards all the way and they've got to deliver.'
  And you've got to deliver, too, she mused. She knew that the editor's only firm political view was  that his newspaper couldn't afford to be on the losing side. The new cockney proprietor, Benjamin  Landless, had told him so and editors didn't argue with Landless. As the country's most recent  newspaper magnate constantly reminded his already insecure staff, it was easier to buy ten new  editors than one new newspaper, thanks to the Government's competition policy, 'so we don't piss  off the Government by supporting the other bloody side'.
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