“… it is also true that in modern times the term “pornography” connotes mediocrity, commercialism, and certain strict rules of narration. Obscenity must be mated with banality because every kind of aesthetic enjoyment has to be entirely replaced by simple sexual stimulation which demands the traditional word for direct action upon the patient. […] Style, structure, imagery should never distract the reader from his tepid lust. The novel must consist of an alternation of sexual scenes. The passages in between must be reduced to sutures of sense, logical bridges of the simplest design, brief expositions and explanations, which the reader will probably skip but must know they exist in order not to feel cheated…”—
- Vladimir Nabokov, in an afterword on Lolita
in other words, Nabokov would despise 50 Shades of Grey, but should have definitely read Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy. I think we would get along.
I finished Lolita about an hour ago, and while it might normally make sense to sit on a finished novel for a bit before writing about it, this is not such a novel. Nabokov, or perhaps Humbert Humbert, leaves me with a sense of restlessness, and I’m hoping discussing the book will calm that.
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n. a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head—a crisp analysis, a cathartic dialogue, a devastating comeback—which serves as a kind of psychological batting cage where you can connect more deeply with people than in the small ball of everyday life, which is a game of change-up pitches, sacrifice bunts, and intentional walks.