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Little Lolitas: How We've Turned a Rape Victim to a Noun

“Lolita, light of my life. Fire of my lions. My sin. My soul.”

Nabokov’s Lolita is one of the most disturbing books I have ever read. 1.248 palabras más

In Need of a Hero: A Hero of Our Time by Mikhail Lermontov

A Hero of Our Time
by
Mikhail Lermontov (translated by Martin Parker and Neil Cornwell)
Alma: 217pp.: £4.99 rrp.

We’re accustomed to seeing book jackets and the opening pages adorned with quips and praise by other authors, newspapers and journals, and if you look through any bookshop, you’ll be guaranteed that 70% of those books will be described as the best thing you’ll read all year. 1.900 palabras más

Culture

In Saint Petersburg

Here is a photo of my wife Tamara looking at a plaque on the wall of Vladimir Nabokov’s house in Saint Petersburg, Russia.

We visited Saint Petersburg and got back just this last weekend. 18 palabras más

Personal

Guru Purnima: The Teacher's Day

Though the ancient sage Ved Vyas was a virtuoso scholar who compiled the Vedas and who is supposed to have written a number of treatises on philosophy among other things, I like to think of him above all as the world’s first writer of metafiction. 178 palabras más

Literature

Musings on Mansfield Park

This was quite an interesting book for me to begin Nabokov Cocktail with – I’ve read it once before and didn’t enjoy it at all.  I had to learn to read Jane Austen, you see, and her subtleties were beyond me until I’d read about four books by her, and  1.414 palabras más

Academia

Poetry Tuesday: Last Love

By Fyodor Tyutchev, 1803-1873
{Fun note: the English translation is done by no other than Vladimir Nabokov.}

Love at the closing of our days
is apprehensive and very tender. 66 palabras más

Poetry

Diary - Shopping, Sauce, and Lolita

Yesterday was shopping day but, seeing as I’m waiting on some wire cutters to fix my bike, the plan was a bit different to usual. Instead of setting off cycling with Anna at 11, I set off walking at 10, listening to the rest of a Sam Harris pidcast I’d started the day before. 277 palabras más

Diary