Studies in Nabokov: Thursday, October 1

"Good Knight and Good Luck"

UPCOMING IMPORTANCES:

Oct 6: Test question
Oct 8: EXAM
Oct 13: Short paper due (2-3 pages)

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Discoveries:

Chris:

pg 192 lines that disturb HH
pg 111 the color red/ ruby/ rubious (pg 117)
connects CQ and his broad shoulder

Adam:

class list Knight, Kenneth moves like a chess knight to get to Lolita
he 'exposes himself to others' like Kenneth MacAlpin
Haze, Dolores (left one)
Honeck, Rosaline (up)
Knight, Kenneth (up)

Robert:

pg 75 How was HH allowed to take Lolita away?
he convinced everyone that he had an affair with Charlotte years ago, and that he was her real father, not Howard
pg 77 the unreliable narrator tricks us, by making us believe that it's true, and that he really is her father (pg 101)

James:

reading 'The Enchanter' by VN, written in 1939, was the last thing he wrote in Russian
Nabokov is a LIAR "everything you read is a lie"
zoology: primates and evolution of characters/ their progression
"Logical gets construed as being zoological"

Zack:

The name QUILTY
Quilty, Ireland is located in Clare County, the pop is 243
342 is used in the book
music group called Clare Quilty

Claire:

Clare Quilty: Clearly Quit, Call it Query
Lolita is a performer, she is always acting (pg 136, 147)
HH is so concerned with details, he even notices the toilets in The Enchanted Hunter, but he fails to notice Quilty
perhaps the fact that he doesn't notice him, means that we need to notice him?

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TRICKSTER: Vlad is one, Quilty is one, even Lolita is a bad one

Refer to Sam's blog for more info on this

people who are 'set up' to learn a lesson by something else:

The epic fight scene:

Roman Polanski

SAT question: "HH is to CQ, as VN is to the reader"

White shoed Mary: Nurse at the hospital that allowed Lolita to leave with Clare

Said they were 'Brothers'- mon frere- doppelgangers- alter ego

Hieronymus Bosch: the garden of earthly delights

pg 237 "One of the bathers had left the pool and, half-conceal by the peacocked shade of trees, stood quite still, holding the ends of the towel around his neck and following Lolita with his amber eyes. There he stood, in the camouflage of sun and shade, disfigured by them and masked by his own nakedness, his damp black hair or what was left of it, glued to his round head, his little mustache a humid smear, the wool on his chest spread like a symmetrical trophy, his naval pulsating, his hirsute thighs dripping with bright droplets, his tight wet black bathing trunks bloated and bursting with vigor where his great fat bullybag was pulled up and back like a padded shield over his reversed beasthood. And as I looked at his oval nut-brown face, it dawned upon me that what I had recognized him by was that reflection of my daughter's countenance- the same beatitude and grimace but made hideous by his maleness."