Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Some people hate happy endings

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Some people—and I am one of them—hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically. Had I been reading about this mild old man, instead of writing about him, I would have preferred him to discover, upon his arrival to Cremona, that his lecture was not this Friday but the next. Actually, however, he not only arrived safely but was in time for dinner - a fruit cocktail, to begin with, mint jelly with the anonymous meat course, chocolate syrup with the vanilla ice cream.

~ Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin, 1957

2 comments:

Kayni D said...

I wrote a paper on Pnin for my Russian Lit class. Interesting, funny book to read. Well, I chose Pnin because it is a short read compared to other books by Russian authors...lol. Talk about laziness.

Angeli Picazo said...

Hi, Kayni. It is very funny, indeed. Nabokov's first novels were written in his native tongue Russian, but he writes so well in English, too. Amazing, no?

 
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