Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov was born on April 23, 1899, in St. Petersburg, Russia. The Nabokovs were known for their high culture and commitment to public service, and the elder Nabokov was an outspoken opponent of antisemitism and one of the leaders of the opposition party, the Kadets. In 1919, following the Bolshevik revolution, he took his family into exile. Four years later he was shot and killed at a political rally in Berlin while trying to shield the speaker from right-wing assassins.
The Nabokov household was trilingual, and as a child Nabokov was already reading Wells, Poe, Browning, Keats, Flaubert, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Tolstoy, and Chekhov, alongside the popular entertainments of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Jules Verne. As a young man, he studied Slavic and romance languages at Trinity College, Cambridge, taking his honors degree in 1922. For the next eighteen years he lived in Berlin and Paris, writing prolifically in Russian under the pseudonym Sirin and supporting himself through translations, lessons in English and tennis, and by composing the first crossword puzzles in Russian. In 1925 he married Vera Slonim, with whom he had one child, a son, Dmitri.
Having already fled Russia and Germany, Nabokov became a refugee once more in 1940, when he was forced to leave France for the United States. There he taught at Wellesley, Harvard, and Cornell. He also gave up writing in Russian and began composing fiction in English. In his afterword to Lolita he claimed: "My private tragedy, which cannot, and indeed should not, be anybody's concern, is that I had to abandon my natural idiom, my untrammeled, rich, and infinitely docile Russian tongue for a second-rate brand of English, devoid of any of those apparatuses–the baffling mirror, the black velvet backdrop, the implied associations and traditions–which the native illusionist, frac-tails flying, can magically use to transcend the heritage in his own way." [p. 317] Yet Nabokov's American period saw the creation of what are arguably his greatest works, Bend Sinister (1947), Lolita (1955), Pnin (1957), and Pale Fire (1962), as well as the translation of his earlier Russian novels into English. He also undertook English translations of works by Lermontov and Pushkin and wrote several books of criticism. Vladimir Nabokov died in Montreux, Switzerland, in 1977.
When it was published in 1955, Lolita immediately became a cause célèbre because of the freedom and sophistication with which it handled the unusual erotic predilections of its protagonist. But Vladimir Nabokov's wise, ironic, elegant masterpiece owes its stature as one of the twentieth century's novels of record not to the controversy its material aroused but to its author's use of that material to tell a love story almost shocking in its beauty and tenderness.
Awe and exhilaration–along with heartbreak and mordant wit–abound in this account of the aging Humbert Humbert's obsessive, devouring, and doomed passion for the nymphet Dolores Haze. Lolita is also the story of a hypercivilized European colliding with the cheerful barbarism of postwar America, but most of all, it is a meditation on love–love as outrage and hallucination, madness and transformation.
With an Introduction by Martin Amis
我用手捂住脸,滚烫的眼泪掉了下来。我感到泪水穿过了我的手指,流过了我的下巴。灼痛了我。但我无法止住眼泪。这是她碰了碰我的手腕。 “别再碰我,否则我就活不成了。”我说,“你肯定不跟我走么?你一点跟我走的希望都没有么?就告诉我这一点。” “没有,”她说...
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评分洛丽塔:从小仙女到小女人 赵松 如果你在报纸上读到一则消息,说是一个四十几岁的男人为了接近并占有一个少女,娶了她的母亲为妻,并多少有些间接地造成了这位可怜的女人的意外车祸死亡,然后他带着这个少女四处游走,还跟她发生了关系,他深深地迷恋着她,最后又为了她杀了另...
评分许多沉浸在爱中的女人无法判断她爱的那个人是否真的爱她,在此,作为一个有经历的男人我可以透露一些秘诀,条件是有人能把相应的秘诀告诉我:)。一个男人是否爱你,完全可以从他大把大把地为你花钱时有没有皱过眉头看出来,也可以从他是否为了你心甘情愿地拿他的生命去进行一...
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纳博科夫那种软软的情绪,在软软的法文中轻轻地流淌。当时我一点法语都不懂,看的有点恼火,总觉得他在背着我卖弄风情。
评分卧槽。能写出这里的二十分之一的精灵劲儿我觉得我都可以写完直接去死然后die happy了。。。_(´ཀ`」 ∠)_
评分我是中英文交错着看的,纳博科夫的语言绝对经得起“散文体小说”这个称谓的推敲,轻盈,梦幻,跳跃,并给人一种……晨雾般的潮湿感;而主万的译本则完全把这种特质变成了支离破碎,本来的喃喃自语变成了好像智力不健全因而不能完整表达句子的感觉……翻译硬错误更不计其数。。说回内容,有几处相当感人的地方,但同时有一两处(可能因为这几处我正是看的中文)有点over the top,结构安排有感觉,最后杀死Quilty的场景蛮神的。
评分自己现编英文的怪叔叔~~
评分such a wonderful book about art and creation. the language is a fascinating labyrinth, sometimes surreal.
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