/lit/ - Literature

Kill yourself.

>>13176721
you can't. they don't exist.

>>13176721
He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.

>>13176732
>read my incel blogpost
No fuck off. Also stop screencapping your own shitty posts.

>>13176749
aaaaaaaaa

that line was so heavy

all of part 2 was like a sack of bricks

>>13176721
It's truly a modern Greek tragedy.

>>13176732
>>13176753
Where's the lie?

boring book.
the beginning is OK, approaching half it starts to suck ass, 3/4 in and it is airport novel-level.
put me off of nabokov

>>13176753
>incel blogpost
but it's so much better than that

as it was already pointed out, lolita is a tragedy, its not meant to show the development of a good relationship, but to show how much we can suffer because of it.
also, their relationship was doomed from the start, there is no way it could work out and they both knew this. i like to think about this book as an essay about how desire can ruin people's lives
now the real sad thing is that its almost impossible to discuss this book because of "DUDE PEDOPHILIA LOL"
>>13176732
top jej

>>13176753
are you perhaps from reddit in 2014

this is 2019, and 4chan

Has anyone read Ada? I'm about 50 pages in and every sentence is blissful rapture, and the structure is very fragmented yet cohesive. Haven't been so excited to finish a book since I was wee boy.

>>13177344
I just coudn't get into it. Lolita is beautiful from start to finish but Ada is so bizarrely written.

Would you mind posting a passage that shows what you mean about the blissful rapture?

>>13176721
cucked by quilty yet again. QUIIILLLLTYYYYYYYY

>>13177344
I have. It's my favorite book. I keep coming back to it, and I haven't managed to find another book that even approaches Ada in my mind.
>>13177348
Not him, but if you can't see it yet, it's possible you never will. The whole book is radiant. Some lines I like are:

“She stole a foolish glance at the somber boy and began saying something about having been fast ablaze in her bedroom.”

"She fondled him; she entwined him: thus a tendril climber coils round a column, swathing it tighter and tighter, biting into its neck ever sweeter, then dissolving strength in deep crimson softness. There was a crescent eaten out of a vine leaf by a sphingid larva. There was a well-known microlepidopterist who, having run out of Latin and Greek names, created such nomenclatorial items as Marykisme, Adakisme, Ohkisme. She did."

>>13177246
You're right: it's delusional as hell and speaks to a masturbatory fantasy of power.

Nabokov's archives have been donated to researchers after the death of his son, and they have recently found a brilliant little poem they consider to be a spark that started the work on Lolita:

> The hunter
> He destroyed his take
> No
> NO
> The hunter spills in

>it’s a love story

Oh jeeeeeez

>And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night — every night, every night —
the moment I feigned sleep.
>her sobs in the night — every night, every night — the moment I feigned sleep.
>her sobs in the night — every night
>every night

I suggest getting the annotated version.

Anyone who reads this and thinks it’s a love story is fucking mental. Your reading a memoir of some guy who is writing from jail. He has admitted to you a history of mental illness. There is a murder. Our narrator says it’s this strange man who we never really meet. There is an admitted “accident” that resulted in the death of a mother he was living with. It just so happens she has a daughter, and they “run away together” because, according to him, this little girl “seduced him”. She ends up dying from “child birth”. Cmon guys, this is /lit/ step it up

>>13178193
> There is an admitted “accident” that resulted in the death of a mother he was living with. It just so happens she has a daughter, and they “run away together” because, according to him, this little girl “seduced him”. She ends up dying from “child birth”.

B-but that is love, r-right?

>>13176721
>I just want to reunite them.
Did you read the prologue?
they are dead, anon

>>13178193
The story is about him coming to the realisation that he hurt her and despairing over it. "Humbert" is the pseudonym he chose for himself because he thought it expressed his pathetic and repugnant self. He was disgusted by what he did to her.

>Unless it can be proven to me — to me as I am now, today, with my heart and my beard, and my putrefaction — that in the infinite run it does not matter a jot that a North American girl-child named Dolores Haze had been deprived of her childhood by a maniac, unless this can be proven (and if it can, then life is a joke) , I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art.

Throughout the book he looked at her only as a sex object and it was only after he met her when she was pregnant that he realised how much he loved her.

>Somewhere beyond Bill's shack an afterwork radio had begun singing of folly and fate, and there she was with her ruined looks and her adult, rope-veined narrow hands and her gooseflesh white arms, and her shallow ears, and her unkempt armpits, there she was (my Lolita!), hopelessly worn at seventeen, with that baby, dreaming already in her of becoming a big shot and retiring around 2020 a.d. — and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else.

When I said I wanted to reunite them (emotional as I was after just finishing the book) I was not being ignorant of the damage he caused her; I wanted him to get a second chance with her so he could make up for his mistakes and treat her better. When they were talking in Dick's house they seemed closer than ever, even though Lolita his offer to elope.

>>13179197
He wanted her to come with him because he wanted her baby (soon will be another nymphet)

>>13179197
Dam. Forgive me it’s been awhile since I revisited the book, what stood out was my absolute affection for Dolores and how she was treated like a sex object by this maniac. Like at Beardsley when she’s walking with a friend Humbert, following closely behind and overhearing their conversation, was struck by how deep a thinker she was, never a thought that ”his Lo” might have thoughts and feelings of her own. I’m sensitive to sympathize with him specifically because the Lolita he paints emotionally and the Dolores he describes actually are so different. The whole of Part 2 was extremely difficult for me because she was painted like such a vixen in Part 1, the juxtapose left me feeling guilty for having thought of her that way, but that’s how she was presented. It’s really an incredible work by VN.

I’d still like to be by your side in your views because there were parts that were heart breaking. The author is really bearing his soul here;

>I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.

I’m getting the feeling that maybe Nabokov wants Humbert to repent, and in bearing his soul, he can live on in their love forever. So many mixed feelings tho, it’s a really fucked up story. But I think your reading is just as accurate and I think Nabokov would say that too. So many feels. Im revisiting some passages right now. How can you not be convinced by Nabokov

>I could not kill her, of course, as some have thought. You see I loved her. It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

>>13179538
Jeeeez
I forgot about that too
CRAZY BOOK

>>13179197
based post

When Humbert finally gets her in bed ready to fuck and she casually tells him she had already been deflowered by Camp Chad, I was reminded of what Zizek, working off Lacan, says about the name for a fantasy realized being 'nightmare'. The moment he gets what he wants, it stops being his 'objet petit a'. He stops lusting over her with such pretty prose all the time and his life becomes a massive cope. However, somewhere along the line his lust does develop into mature love - when he meets her in the slum all old and worn-out and still begs her to come be with him. That's true love, that's the kind of love your parents have if they're still together in their 50s.

Anyone seen the Kubrick movie? I didn't like how it gave the impression Humbert was just a regular guy who got seduced into being a pedo by Lolita's singular charms, rather than a pedo from the start whose every action is fueled by nymphet-lust. I did love whoever acted as Quilty though, his scenes were the highlight.

>>13179690
tone on quilty was off vs the book, he seemed more demonic in the book

>>13179197
>so he could make up for his mistakes and treat her better

I do too

>>13179690
>When Humbert finally gets her in bed ready to fuck and she casually tells him she had already been deflowered by Camp Chad
that part was too real, way too real.
when i was in middle school there was this 12yo girl i really liked. later i found out she was dating a 21yo dude, they were definetely fucking. its an abstract kind of hell. you will never be the first love of anyone anymore, you will never get the chance to experience this again, its already past. and the girls talked about this sex like it was nothing, like it was something as trivial as shaking hands.
normalfaggots cant like this book because they cant relate to anything in it.

>>13179875

>>13179197
you were cucked hard by nabokov, HH doesnt come to any realization by himself, it is thorugh Quilty and the scene at Pavor Manor that Nabby or the authorial voice forces HH into finally confronting his actions. He killed Quilty because he wanted to sustain his delsuions by transferring all his wrongdoings onto him, thats what the 'sentencing' poem is at the end. But based Nabby denies HH this retribution through Quilty not giving a flying fuck about the poem and also after HH kills Quilty and announces his murder to the ppl at Pavor Manor once again nobody cares so Nabokov directly forces HH into confessing his crimes

the whole novel is a big facade to get you into some retarded interpretation, and only upon multiple re-readings you realize how much of a faggot you were for getting fooled by based Nabby

>>13176753
reddit

>>13179875
>tfw 21 year old virgin that never will get to experience teenage love, and will likely never be someone's first love or get to mutually have sex for the first time with someone.
Hold me, lads.

>>13180251
You still can make teenage girls fall for you. I bet you have more chance than when you were a teenager yourself actually. Especially if you have some money.