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When I say that that Blood Meridian is written in a brutalist style, what I mean is that starting it the same day I finished reading a nabokov felt like admiring a beautiful faberge egg and being hit in the side of the head with a chunk of concrete
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Have you read Pnin by Vladimir Nabokov (1957)?
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One of the main characteristics of life is discreteness. Unless a film of flesh envelopes us, we die. Man exists only insofar as he is separated from his surroundings. The cranium is a space-traveler’s helmet. Stay inside or you perish. Death is divestment, death is communion. It may be wonderful to mix with the landscape, but to do so is the end of the tender ego.
— Pnin, Vladimir Nabokov
"Some people - and I am one of them - hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm. Doom should not jam. The avalanche stopping in its tracks a few feet above the cowering village behaves not only unnaturally but unethically."
- Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin
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Hopelessly entranced by Pnin, actually
Title: Pnin | Author: Vladimir Nabokov | Publisher: Vintage (1989)
Some people— and I am one of them— hate happy ends. We feel cheated. Harm is the norm.
Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin
