You don't survive in me
because of memories;
nor are you mine because
of a lovely longing's strength.
What does make you present
is the ardent detour
that a slow tenderness
traces in my blood.
I do not need
to see you appear;
being born sufficed for me
to lose you a little less.
--Rainer Maria Rilke
(Translated by A. Poulin)
The poem I carry with me these days. Rilke speaks to my heart, always.
Lolita is perhaps one of the most gorgeously written books in the English language. Reading it for the first time was both exhilarating and scary. I was astounded by the sheer beauty of its prose and I also felt very uncomfortable that I loved it so much despite its disturbing narrative.
How can Nabokov put together all those words and make them sing, page after page? And how did he manage to elicit my sympathy for the book's narrator, a monster that I should loathe?
I hope to answer these questions again because I'm currently listening to the unabridged audio book narrated by Jeremy Irons. Will Lolita live up to my initial impression when I read it all those years ago? After all, it was Nabokov who said, “One cannot read a book: one can only reread it.”
You can listen to Jeremy Irons read the unforgettable first lines of the Lolita here.
And oh, have a look at this collection of Lolita book covers from 37 countries in 56 years. My favorites are the ones above. I've always loved the simplicity of Penguin book designs.
NPR also has a great feature on Lolita in You Must Read This.
(Images via here, collage by me)
Things I hope for this month:
Go back to ballet / film photos / oversized sweaters.
Watch: this trailer for Michael Gondry's new film, Mood Indigo.
Download: March calendar from Free People.
Listen: a soothing piano music by Isaac Shephard.
Happy almost spring, my friends.