May 27th, 2009


Vladimir Nabokov

I got a copy of "Lolita" in the mail from ranka today, and I was reading the afterword earlier. Reading it, I remembered the main reason why I love this book: the language. It's intelligent, sophisticated, educated, and just sounds so gorgeous. No one writes like Nabokov anymore. Gods, I need to read some of his other books.

Quotes of Vladimir Nabokov, from the afterword of "Lolita":

* After Olympia Press, in Paris, published the book, an American critic suggested that Lolita was the record of my love affair with the romantic novel. The substitution "English language" for "romantic novel" would make this elegant formula more correct.

* As far as I can recall, the initial shiver of inspiration was somehow prompted by a newspaper story about an ape in the Jardin des Plantes who, after months of coaxing by a scientist, produced the first drawing ever charcoaled by an animal: this sketch showed the bars of the poor creature's cage.

* Another charge which some readers have made is that Lolita is anti-American. This is something that pains me considerably more than the idiotic accusation of immorality. Considerations of depth and perspective (a suburban lawn, a mountain meadow) led me to build a number of North American sets. I needed a certain exhilarating milleu. Nothing is more exhilarating than philistine vulgarity. But in regard to philistine vulgarity there is no intrinsic difference between Palearctic manners and Nearctic manners. Any proletarian from Chicago can be as bourgeois (in the Flaubertian sense) as a duke. I chose American motels instead of Swiss hotels or English inns only because I am trying to be an American writer and claim only the same rights that other American writers enjoy. On the other hand, my creature Humbert is a foreigner and an anarchist, and there are many things, besides nymphets, in which I disagree with him. And all my Russian readers know that my old worlds--Russian, British, German, French--are just as fantastic and personal as my new one is.

* Although everybody should know that I detest symbols and allegories (which is due partly to my old feud with Freudian voodooism and partly to my loathing of generalizations devised by literary mythists and sociologists), an otherwise intelligent reader who flipped through the first part described Lolita as "Old Europe debauching young America," while another flipper saw in it "Young America debauching old Europe."
Dakota F. says eh?

My weird body

I dunno why, but my body seems to think that seafood and eggs are carbohydrates. Seriously! I can eat red meat or poultry or pork and be fine for hours, but if I eat the same amount of eggs or seafood or both, half an hour later I'm hungry again.

A ponderonderment

I watched a video over at filkertom's, and then commented "The girl on the left is sooooo adorable, I just want to pick her up and squeeze her and pet her and call her George..." to which he replied "I tell ya. Instant lust/love/cuddle stuff on my part." Which brought me to say the following:

"For some reason, I just wondered if there are any books about a guy in love with a lesbian, wishes he could be a lesbian too, and wakes up one morning as a girl..."

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This is a hilarious (and relevant) video:

god having gay sex

Pimpin a friend

So, bart_calendar is pretty awesome. But he won the entire universe AFAIC (as far as I'm concerned), with this post. A highlight:

So, California doesn't like the gays.

So, fuck California. The state is going bankrupt and is run by an Austrian representative of Skynet. I don't care if he's killed predators or has a short fat twin brother. He's still part of the plot of the machines to kill us all.