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LANDSCAPES OF THE MIND Robert Macfarlane on Nabokov’s “Lolita” LOLITA'S LOATHSOME BRILLIANCE

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  Intel Life Chìa khoá vàng: Chỉ ra luận lý, trong khùng điên, ba trợn, và ngược lại LANDSCAPES OF THE MIND Robert Macfarlane on Nabokov’s “Lolita” LOLITA'S LOATHSOME BRILLIANCE Note: Bài viết thần sầu trên, trên tờ Intel, về Lo, Gấu chôm về Tin Văn, tính dịch hầu quí độc giả. Thú vị hơn nữa, trên số báo Intel, số mới nhất, có 1 độc giả, gửi thư cho toàn soạn, v/v bài viết, và về điều mà vì độc giả gọi là “Over-exposure”: Như bác sĩ, cớm, hầu hết những tên chủ khách sạn, học rất nhanh, những hình thái của cái ác của con người. Gấu post cái thư sau đây, rồi lèm bèm tiếp. Overexposure Re: A loathsome brilliance (Landscapes of the Mind, March/April) Of the real nature of the relationship between Lolita and Humbert, Robert Macfarlane ponders, "Why do the motel owners not see what is going on'?" But no doubt they do. It is a product of exposure. Like doctors and police officers, most motel owners, I suspect, do learn - and learn fast - the forms of human evil. This is a fa...

Paradise Lost: A Life of Scott Fitzgerald

  Jay Parini Tender Is the Writer Paradise Lost: A Life of F Scott Fitzgerald By David S Brown Harvard University Press 413pp £23.95 I’d Die for You and Other Lost Stories By F Scott Fitzgerald (Edited by Anne Margaret Daniel) Scribner 358pp £16.99   F Scott Fitzgerald is the most irresistible of modern American writers, and readers return to his pages time and again. When Paradise Lost landed on my desk for review, I had just, over the past year, read through Fitzgerald’s major novels and stories, work I’ve known and admired for half a century. But classic literature is, in Pound’s great phrase, ‘news that stays news’, and I continue to read Fitzgerald as compulsively as I read the daily headlines. The problem with Fitzgerald has never been the work; it’s been the writing about him. The standard biography for some time has been Some Sort of Epic Grandeur , a 1981 study by Matthew J Bruccoli. It’s a reliable and boring compilation of facts, not as well written as the first ma...

Vladimir Nabokov, The Art of Fiction No. 40

  The Paris Review Subscribe Vladimir Nabokov , The Art of Fiction No. 40 Interviewed by Herbert Gold Issue 41, Summer-Fall 1967 Vladimir Nabokov lives with his wife Véra in the Montreux Palace Hotel in Montreux, Switzerland, a resort city on Lake Geneva which was a favorite of Russian aristocrats of the last century. They dwell in a connected series of hotel rooms that, like their houses and apartments in the United States, seem impermanent, places of exile. Their rooms include one used for visits by their son Dmitri, and another, the chambre de debarras, where various items are deposited—Turkish and Japanese editions of Lolita , other books, sporting equipment, an American flag. Nabokov arises early in the morning and works. He does his writing on filing cards, which are gradually copied, expanded, and rearranged until they become his novels. During the warm season in Montreux he likes to take the sun and swim at a pool in a garden near the hotel. His appearance at sixty-eight i...