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Lolita
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Lolita is my wallowing in the recesses of another's mind. This book is a snake mind pit.
It also broke my heart for the realization that knowing other people can be completely and totally foriegn. It is incredibly depressing to me how many people I've known (all female) who took Humbert's word about anything Lolita felt. Nabokov's genius was also in the telling between the lines. Those beats in spaces, the silences. How could they miss that? How could anyone get so lost in the wallowing that they forget everything else?
It also broke my heart for the realization that knowing other people can be completely and totally foriegn. It is incredibly depressing to me how many people I've known (all female) who took Humbert's word about anything Lolita felt. Nabokov's genius was also in the telling between the lines. Those beats in spaces, the silences. How could they miss that? How could anyone get so lost in the wallowing that they forget everything else?
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That's true. I was just so paranoid that I watched and stared looking for anything I might be missing. I had daddy issues in the reverse (of course, mine had tried to kill me. Not something that happens to most, I hope). It terrifies me that there will only be one voice.
i am shocked that anyone could read this and take anything humbert says at his word, since the whole point of the book is that he's such an unreliable narrator, he doesn't really know when he's lying to himself. weird.
Hey, Mariel, how's your re-reading going?
Your "recommended for" is giving me ideas, lord what I really need now is ideas!
Stephen M wrote: "Your "recommended for" is giving me ideas, lord what I really need now is ideas!"Haha. You have ideas, you just need time. Both of you.
There's something in the way you move, it shouldn't be allowed.
...attracts me like no other mover.
""Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita."
That's powerful stuff for teenage girls with daddy issues...