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...
评分《洛丽塔》,主万译,上海译文出版社2006年1月 亨伯特先生的语言战争 那是两个文人之间的一场默默无声、软弱无力、没有任何章法的扭打,其中一个被毒品完全弄垮了身体,另一个患有心脏病,而且杜松子酒喝得太多。 ——《洛...
评分《Lolita》。 如同译者所说:最要命的是情节的展开慢得出奇。 由于这个可爱少女的名字所被赋予的色情意味,一直对本书及相关电影心存“敬畏”。或者根本就是态度犹豫。 但当真下定决心去读之后,才发现道德评论家的荒唐。 哪里有海水火焰,分明平白得——你可以讲着上海话想象...
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“你很老了吗?” “我很老了呀。” ——但愿你能够把我想起,最好你还是将我忘记。那年六月,花开不败,云絮贻荡,而我们,正相爱。 陈文茜说如果还要嫁人,康永是个很好的选择。这位女子实在让人很困惑,讲时事政治的时候可以分析的头头是道,那么硬气,然而当你跟她坐下来...
sometimes I feel that the sole purpose of my life is to prepare myself to read a single book.
评分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。
评分最后三章看的泪目了。有没有一种这样绝望和有罪的迷恋。Lolita站在门口微笑着说No的时候我的心都碎了。达令,你知不知道自己曾经是被迷恋和珍惜的,你知不知道你现在仍然是被珍惜和迷恋的。尽管这是一种无望,错误和有罪的爱。你本来应该被妥善珍藏,成为一个普通的女孩。而不是被这样自私的迷恋销毁和侵蚀。那种悔恨和悲伤写的太美了。/以及看完这本好想开车漫游美国- -
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。
评分以前读的时候因为词汇太难放弃了,这遍读还好。重读的原因大概是受纳博科夫回忆这本书的语气所吸引,他总是那么亲切的称呼洛丽塔为“我的小仙女”,像是对待心爱的蝴蝶标本。比小时候读的时候懂了很多,亨伯特对读者的引诱,叙述被压抑的一面,在同情和罪恶之间摇摆。新发现是这本书里的环境描写特别好,有很浓重的拼贴感,但又笼罩在意识和无意识、辩解和天真的角力之下。但最大的乐趣大概是看见亨伯特的法语就想象他的腔调小声把它读出来。
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