Literate Addendum

I've read Nabokov, and now I'm moving on to "Bleak House" and Dickens. "Laughter in the Dark" or "Kamera Obskura" is entertaining at times (particularly when he brings out the "Nabokovian parenthesis"), but too early a work to be truly good - unlike Lolita, he is not yet mature and in power, he has not yet perfected his abilities. I contemplated Sebastian Faulks, Emily Brontë (could do me well, school-wise, but who can be bothered to think tactically these last days of a break?), Pratchett and Tolstoy, but Dickens is the only thing I truly feel like reading. And so, Dickens it is. Until dinner-time, and post dinner it is reading-list ado.

A cold is good for something after all - though this particular one has seen it fit to deprive me of a great chunk of my House-weekend - it would appear (would anyone see it fit to enlighten me about commas in relation to hyphens, perhaps? They bother me, for there should really be one somewhere after "after all"): they justify a whole lot of laying about and doing absolutely nothing. I've finished both the wretched "The Things They Carried" - Nam veterans bothered by PTSD should really get in touch with a psychiatrist, and leave my poor art-form alone - and "Laughter in the Dark" and am starting a new book shortly. All in a few days. A MacBook Pro helps the laying about, too. I love it. Though it's not mine, if you really want to go into tedious detail, I lay claim to it most of the time. Beautiful machine. Yarg.

Nabokov is, by the way, terribly clever; he calls a decadent actress Dorianna Karenina. Ingenious. It is of course, just her stage name, but not only does he convey her as unsophisticated, stupid and vile when answering Rex that she has no idea who her last stage-name originally belonged to, he gives the reader an idea of her without using a single adjective or adverb. And that is a truly splendid art. I wish I could master it half as well as he.

PS. The be-darned "Location" box has a character limit. I'm almost offended. It was supposed to say "Lavishly surrounded by pillows, reclining most languidly in bed". And so does the "Music" box, Bjelleklang's "For meg sjøl ei stønd" plays in the background, from the living-room. The pains of limited freedom!

Literate Addendum

I've read Nabokov, and now I'm moving on to "Bleak House" and Dickens. "Laughter in the Dark" or "Kamera Obskura" is entertaining at times (particularly when he brings out the "Nabokovian parenthesis"), but too early a work to be truly good - unlike Lolita, he is not yet mature and in power, he has not yet perfected his abilities. I contemplated Sebastian Faulks, Emily Brontë (could do me well, school-wise, but who can be bothered to think tactically these last days of a break?), Pratchett and Tolstoy, but Dickens is the only thing I truly feel like reading. And so, Dickens it is. Until dinner-time, and post dinner it is reading-list ado.

A cold is good for something after all - though this particular one has seen it fit to deprive me of a great chunk of my House-weekend - it would appear (would anyone see it fit to enlighten me about commas in relation to hyphens, perhaps? They bother me, for there should really be one somewhere after "after all"): they justify a whole lot of laying about and doing absolutely nothing. I've finished both the wretched "The Things They Carried" - Nam veterans bothered by PTSD should really get in touch with a psychiatrist, and leave my poor art-form alone - and "Laughter in the Dark" and am starting a new book shortly. All in a few days. A MacBook Pro helps the laying about, too. I love it. Though it's not mine, if you really want to go into tedious detail, I lay claim to it most of the time. Beautiful machine. Yarg.

Nabokov is, by the way, terribly clever; he calls a decadent actress Dorianna Karenina. Ingenious. It is of course, just her stage name, but not only does he convey her as unsophisticated, stupid and vile when answering Rex that she has no idea who her last stage-name originally belonged to, he gives the reader an idea of her without using a single adjective or adverb. And that is a truly splendid art. I wish I could master it half as well as he.

PS. The be-darned "Location" box has a character limit. I'm almost offended. It was supposed to say "Lavishly surrounded by pillows, reclining most languidly in bed". And so does the "Music" box, Bjelleklang's "For meg sjøl ei stønd" plays in the background, from the living-room. The pains of limited freedom!