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angel-bubbles-12 · 8 hours ago
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I always hated when people just reduce Nabokov’s writing as just another “straight white male” fantasy or something. It just rubs me the wrong way so much. Especially since he was a victim himself even tried to burn his story before it was published. (correct me if I’m wrong) it really wasn’t until his wife encouraged him to keep going knowing it would be a hit.
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eternal--return · 19 hours ago
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. . . but from the window one could clearly see the lake with its cloud and its castle, in a motionless and perfect correlation of happiness. Without reasoning, without considering, only entirely surrendering to an attraction the truth of which consisted in its own strength, a strength which he had never experienced before, Vasiliy Ivanovich in one radiant second realized that here in this little room with that view, beautiful to the verge of tears, life would at last be what he had always wished it to be.
Vladimir Nabokov · “Cloud, Castle, Lake.” Nabokov’s Dozen (1958)
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21stcenturyophelia · 20 hours ago
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I sometimes think the story of Lolita resonates with so many young women because many of us have been sexualized/preyed on at a young age. We see a little of ourselves in Dolores' story-we were once Daisy fresh girls too. It's Lo we're empathizing with, not Humbert and not a predatory 'relationship'.
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thoughtkick · a day ago
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The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
Vladimir Nabokov, The Real Life of Sebastian Knight
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mergingauras · a day ago
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this is a vladimir nabokov love letter
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sweetestgirlintown88 · a day ago
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I’m not lonely, I just love to get inside of my head, roam around with my musings and delusions, things so sacred to me that I can’t even write them down in my diary, I’m scared I’ll strip my thoughts and ideas of authenticity if I write them down, I’m not lonely.
(To my father who told me to stop shutting myself out and my mother who told me to stop thinking for a while)
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goodbearblind · a day ago
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"Sei l’unica persona con cui posso parlare dell’ombra di una nuvola, della musica di un pensiero.
E di come, quando oggi sono andato a lavorare e ho guardato in faccia un girasole, mi ha sorriso con tutti i suoi semi."
(Vladimir Nabokov)
Photo credit @onlyangrybeargram
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garadinervi · 3 days ago
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Vladimir Nabokov, Map of Leopold Bloom's and Stephen Dedalus's travels through Dublin, (graphite and colored pencil), ca. 1948-1958 [The Henry W. and Albert A. Berg Collection of English and American Literature, The New York Public Library, Astor, Lenox and Tilden Foundations. © Vladimir Nabokov,  The Wylie Agency LLC]
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if a wizard trapped you in an egg, how would you get out?
Answered here: http://nostalgebraist.tumblr.com/post/89839053069/i-saw-your-egg-post-and-felt-the-need-to-tell-you
I got out of the Wizard Tower by hatching the egg.
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flowerytale · 3 days ago
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Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to his wife Véra (Berlin, 8 November 1923)
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fleursdesmorts · 4 days ago
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In the velvet night, at Mirana Hotel (Mirana!), I kissed the yellowish soles of her long-toed feet, I immolated myself... But it was to no avail. Both doomed we were.
Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
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eternal--return · a day ago
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. . . it so understood the beholder that Vasiliy Ivanovich even pressed his hand to his heart, as if to see whether his heart was there in order to give it away.
Vladimir Nabokov · “Cloud, Castle, Lake.” Nabokov’s Dozen (1958)
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exsomnis · 5 days ago
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There are days when I adore you just a little more than a human being can adore ─ and today is one of them.
─ Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (April 1937)
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principleofplenitude · 6 days ago
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When we concentrate on a material object, whatever its situation, the very act of attention may lead to our involuntarily sinking into the history of that object. Novices must learn to skim over matter if they want matter to stay at the exact level of the moment. Transparent things, through which the past shines!
Vladimir Nabokov, from Transparent Things (1972)
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noipreferabook · 7 days ago
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Escaping from reality
31.7.2022
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sweetestgirlintown88 · 4 days ago
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✧・゚: *✧・゚:* i’m the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean? *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
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eppysboys · 7 days ago
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My favourite Vladimir Nabokov opinions of fellow authors:
Albert Camus: Dislike him. Second-rate, ephemeral, puffed-up. A nonentity, means absolutely nothing to me. Awful.
Lewis Carroll: Have always been fond of him. One would like to have filmed his picnics. The greatest children's story writer of all time
William Faulkner: Dislike him. Writer of corncobby chronicles. To consider them masterpieces is an absurd delusion. A nonentity, means absolutely nothing to me.
Sigmund Freud: A figure of fun. Loathe him. Vile deceit. Freudian interpretation of dreams is charlatanic, and satanic, nonsense.
Ernest Hemingway: A writer of books for boys. Certainly better than Conrad. Has at least a voice of his own. Nothing I would care to have written myself. In mentality and emotion, hopelessly juvenile. Loathe his works about bells, balls, and bulls.
D. H. Lawrence: Second-rate, ephemeral, puffed-up. Mediocre. Fakes realism with easy platitudes. Execrable.
“I’ve been perplexed and amused by fabricated notions about so-called “great books.” That, for instance, Mann’s asinine Death in Venice, or Pasternak’s melodramatic, vilely written Doctor Zhivago, or Faulkner’s corncobby chronicles can be considered masterpieces, or at least what journalists term “great books,” is to me the same sort of absurd delusion as when a hypnotized person makes love to a chair.”
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