Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Forcing Lolita on my Boyfriend

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Whom would you want to be with on your flight back-- Madame BovaryRebecca or Lolita? I asked my boyfriend the last time he was here. I’m certain he would have taken me if he could, but he chose Lolita, instead. Forced to listen to my incessant praise of Nabokov’s masterpiece—its facility of language, wit, grace, complexity, intelligence, beauty--he finally succumbed to my insistence. Being my boyfriend, he has to put up with my incurable reverence for the literary world. I would have loved to share my collection of books with people around me, but, sadly, there are no takers, just poor D who can’t but refuse me.

Against his wishes, and to my delight, my affliction is slowly rubbing off on him. The books I asked him to bring home for me, he has read already; previously intolerant of magical realism, he has recently read and enjoyed Toni Morrison’s A Mercy and is now about to venture into the phantasmagoric reality of Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children. Knowing that I can share my love of books and reading to the person I love thrills me endlessly.


Anonymous said...

i really wanted 'dirk pitt' books but none was available. :)

Angeli said...

but isn't vladimir as good as clive? hhahahha

Anonymous said...

but there are no "bakbakan" in nabokov's lolita. a book has to have sex, violence, lots of explosions to be interesting. "bangkok 8" is an example. :)

Angeli said...

hah! but doesn't Lolita have all those, too? It has violence: Remember when HH tracks down Quilty and murders him towards the end of the book? that is one protracted and violent scene, isn't it?

and evidently, it has sex and lots of onanistic explosions :) why would it be branded as pornography and banned in several countries if it doesn't have those crucial elements?

"By this time I was in a state of excitement bordering on insanity, but I also had the cunning of the insane...Suspended on the brink of that voluptuous abyss (a nicety of physiological equipoise comparable to certain techniques in the arts) I kept repeating chance words after her—barmen, alarmin', my charmin', my carmen, ahmen, ahahamen—as one talking and laughing in his sleep while my happy hand crept up her sunny leg as far as the shadow of decency allowed..."


witsandnuts said...

Your last sentence is KILIG! =) I almost purchased a copy of Lolita. Then the angeled wisphered, "oops, dami mo pang pending!" Haha.

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