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if you think about it making your readers picture stuff in their heads is lk noncon and problematic
okay but this is Vladimir Nabokov's whole schtick, he'll say some shit about the reflections or the bedsheets and you'll go "Oh you greasy fucker you just made me imagine what must be going on to cause that to happen" and he'll rub his hands and go "He he he he, bring meee more butterflieeeeees"
During all this time I dreamt about you only once, and even then, very fleetingly. When I woke up, I couldn’t remember the whole dream, but I felt there was something very lovely in it; like when you sometimes feel, without opening your eyes, that it is sunny outside—and then unexpectedly later, near evening, thinking again about the dream, I suddenly understood that the lovely, exciting thing that was hiding in it was you, your face, your very movement—flashing through my dream and making of it something sunny, precious, immortal. I want to tell you that every minute of my day is like a coin with you on the other side, and that if I hadn’t remembered you every minute, my very features would have changed: another nose, different hair, another me, so that simply no one would have recognized me.
12 July 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Fighting the media literacy crisis one post at a time: Day 5
Cultural: 100 Classics, Memoirs, Banned Books, & Short Stories Reading List for anyone searching for something to read
Animal Farm by George Orwell
Ulysses by James Joyce
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
1984 by George Orwell
The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood
The Odyssey by Homer
I Have No Mouth But I Must Scream by Harlan Ellison
How to Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
There Will Come Soft Rain by Ray Bradbury
Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes
Sold by Patricia McCormick
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
The Iliad by Homer
Slaughter-House Five by Kurt Vonnegut
Red Scarf Girl by Ji-li Jang
The Diary of Anne Frank
The Scarlet Ibis by James Hurst
Dracula by Bram Stoker
Night by Elie Wiesel
Dune by Frank Herbert
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka
Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe
Antigone by Sophocles
Oedipus Rex by Sophocles
The Monkey's Paw by W.W. Jacobs
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
Dante's Inferno by Dante Alighieri
The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien
Watership Down by Richard Adams
Genesis Begins Again by Alicia D. Williams
Something Wicked This Ways Comes by Ray Bradbury
The Wings by Yi Sang
The Stranger by Albert Camus
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Lamb to the Slaughter by Roald Dahl
Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Hell Screen by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa
The Golden Bough by James George Frazer
Dream of the Red Chamber by Cao Xueqin
Demian by Herman Hesse
Siddhartha by Herman Hesse
The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
The Most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell
The Things They Carried by Tim O'brien
Redwall by Brian Jacques
Tao Te Chang by Lao Tzu
Fires on the Plain by Shohei Ooka
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez
The Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
The Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allan Poe
The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry
The Veldt by Ray Bradbury
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Path
The Time Machine by H.G. Wells
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe
The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Thirteen Minutes by Sarah Pinborough
American Psycho by Bret Easton Hills
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
Black Bourgeoise by E. Franklin Frazier
Sister Outsider by Audre Lorde
The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
All American Boys by Jason Reynolds & Brendan Kiely
All Boys Aren't Blue by George M. Johnson
Beloved by Toni Morrison
The Call of the Wild by Jack London
Ghachar Ghochar by Vivek Shanbag
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Train to Pakistan by Khushwant Singh
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri
Toba Tek Singh by Saadat Hasan Manto
Cujo by Stephen King
For Whom The Bells Toll by Ernest Hemingway
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult
An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge by Ambrose Bierce
The Dead by James Joyce
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey
The Lottery by Shirley Jackson
A Stolen Life: A Memoir by Jaycee Dugard
Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller
A Perfect Day for Bananafish by J.D. Salinger
A Wrinkle In Time by Madeleine L'Engle
A Good Man Is Hard to Find by Flannery O'Connor
Three-Ten to Yuma by Elmore Leonard
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It's pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you. I'm almost afraid of the intensity of my happiness.
Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera
Writing Notes: Synesthesia
Synesthesia - a remarkable sensation: It involves experiencing one sensory stimulus through the prism of a different stimulus.
In other words, different senses intersect such that one sense is associated with another—a sound, a shape, a color, a taste, or a smell.
Hearing music and seeing colors in your mind is an example of synesthesia.
So, too, is using colors to visualize specific numbers or letters of the alphabet.
Scientists do not fully understand synestesia. Some researchers believe it stems from a neurological condition, while others believe that the vast majority of synesthetic sensory perceptions come from learned behavior.
How to Use Synesthesia as a Literary Device
You can incorporate the use of synesthesia as a rhetorical device in your own writing. If you can blend two of the five senses—sight, hearing, touch, taste, smell—together in a phrase or a sentence, then you’ll be able to describe common forms of synesthetic perceptions. Here are some ways to do that:
Use colors to describe sounds. If you’re describing sad, sorrowful music, why not call it “blue”? If it’s perky, perhaps call it “pink.” If it’s dour, call it “black.” Or be like Oscar Wilde in An Ideal Husband and call it “mauve.”
Use temperature to describe sounds or images. Temperature-based synesthesia examples include “a scorching guitar solo,” “an icy gaze,” and “lukewarm wallpaper.”
Use sensory words to describe emotions. Take a cue from romantic poetry and use all five senses to describe the feelings of love and desire.
Include synesthetic characters in your narrative. Write a character who experiences synesthesia as they consume art. Describe that person listening to music and synesthetic sensation of colors that swoops over them as each note is sounded. Or reverse the effect, and have a character experience synesthesia by hearing music as they take in the wonders of a large painting on a museum wall.
Use synesthetic idioms already familiar to your audience. For instance, think about the phrase “bitter cold.” Bitterness is a taste sensation. Cold is, of course, a touch sensation. Combined, these two sensations form an idiomatic term that makes perfect sense to the English language ear.
Examples of Synesthesia in Literature
My love, I seal you with six kisses: eyes, mouth . . . and the others I shan't tell you. 2 July 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Read of The Eye by Vladimir Nabokov (1930) (104pgs)
Translated from Russian 1965
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“For I do not exist: there exist but thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I do not exist alone.”
— Vladimir Nabokov, from The Eye, transl. Dimitri Nabokov (Phaedra Publishers, 1965)
“The thought, when written down, becomes less oppressive, but some thoughts are like a cancerous tumor: you express it, you excise it, and it grows back worse than before.”
— [Invitation to a Beheading]
“I am probably responsible for the odd fact that people don’t seem to name their daughters Lolita any more. I have heard of young female poodles being given that name since 1956, but of no human beings.”-V.N
Dolores is a terrible name meaning unhappiness, why would anyone name their child like that , pray? What shocks me is that people used to do it, indeed. The new tag is well overdue.
milk-thistle is an example of a word where the tongue barely moves… basilica is an example of a word where the movement involved is like a seesaw. opium as a word is circular to say. to say a word like violence involves a bit of a forced pause in the mouth where the o connecting the syllables is. etymologists trace the word’s history, poets feel the word’s impact, singers listen to the word’s musicality, linguists tell the word to go this way and that way, and the word is gracious to all in return
I don't consider devotion to the past a form of snobbery. Just one of the more disastrous forms of unrequited love.
– Susan Sontag, from “Unguided Tour,” I, etcetera (FSG, 1978)
Unfortunately another request rather than a text post!
I've been looking through my saved images and noticed I don't have a digitized or cleaner version of this one. Can anyone help?
I think I saved this one from an old blog?
"Just an instant more. I find it ludicrous and disgraceful that my hands should tremble so - but I can neither stop nor hide it, and, yes, they tremble and that's all. My papers you will destroy, the rubbish you will sweep out, the moth will fly away at night through the broken window, so that nothing of me will remain within these four walls which are already about to crumble. But now dust and oblivion are nothing to me; I feel only one thing - fear, fear, shameful, futile fear..." Actually Cincinnatus did not say all this; he was silently changing his shoes.
Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading (trans. Dmitri Nabokov)
From "Theatre World", August 1960.
it’s amazing the entire dashboard is just old things. shakespeare. arthuriana. gargantua. the epic of gilgamesh. the brothers karamazov. beowulf. wuthering heights. medieval mystics. dracula novel discourse. lawrence of arabia 1962. al pacino. die girlies auf tumblr are thriving and having a ball going about as if media stopped happening post 2010
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