I’ll start: Ernest Hemingway.

I have a ton of respect for him, he influenced so many writers and the craft of writing, and he lived a fascinating life. But I just find his books to be so damned dry. I love simplicity but I just feel like there’s no voice or soul in any of his books. There’s experiences but I don’t feel any passion or something that moves my heart. I guess his topics just aren’t for me.

What about all of you?

  • 0xE4-0x20-0xE6@alien.topB
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    1 year ago

    From what I’ve gleaned from Nabokov interviews and the one book I read by him, Lolita, as lyrical a writer he is there’s also something cold and insular about his writing, like he’s afraid of his work being taken to mean anything outside itself, if that makes any sense. It’s almost like he’s a mathematician, or a fabulist whose only interest is creating aesthetically pleasing worlds without any relation to ours. It’s my theory at least for why he wrote Lolita from such a warped perspective as the narrator’s, to distance the audience from accepting any point made by the narrator as true. Not that literature could ever be totally insular, since it’s always communicating something, but Nabokov seemed to warp that communication as much as possible, without adopting any of the conspicuous tactics of his postmodernist peers. I’m willing to read more books by him as well as secondary literature and see how this theory holds, but if it or something more refined than it bears out, I’ll feel my aloofness towards him is justified

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      1 year ago

      Iirc this is in line with Nabokov’s thinking about Literature. I believe he strongly disliked allegory and moralism, and treated literature as an aesthetic art. In that sense, there is paradoxically a lot of meaning and even a thesis to his oeuvre. It sort of makes sense to me; moralism and allegory are communications with the world outside of literature, and in that sense are actually immersion breaking. Pure, distilled art can only exist in its own plain.