Good ol’ London Town

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Today, while I was avoiding reading Lolita on my break at work, I answered one of those competition links that so often pop up on Facebook.

(Note to self: NEVER skim read the blurb.

“Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita is a dark and daring story of obsessive love and transgression. Humbert Humbert’s lust for his pubescent step-daughter, Lolita, shocked readers when it was first published in the 1950’s; yet the novel was also celebrated for its beautifully lyrical writing. Almost fifty years after its first publication, Lolita  remains a powerful tale of perversion and love gone wrong.”

I honestly thought that Humbert fell in love with his 19-year-old step-daughter. And it was “wrong” because, well, he was married to Lolita’s mother. And he was about twice her age. But if I hadn’t missed those key words, maybe I could have saved myself the trauma. And $10. I picked up Lolita because most of my lecturers talk about it as this beautifully written novel. What they neglect to mention is that the narrator is a middle-aged man who has a thing for “nymphets”, defined as being girls aged 9-14. And the story follows his love of this girl Lolita. Who starts the novel at TWELVE YEARS OLD. I have never felt so uncomfortable reading a book before. But Nabokov does write beautifully. I just wish I didn’t want to gouge my eyes out every time he writes, however lyrically, about this man having sex with a TWELVE-YEAR-OLD GIRL!

And they MADE A MOVIE OF THIS BOOK. Not once, but TWICE. Once in 1962, and again in 1997. I’m not lying. Here’s the trailer:

Moving on…)

This particular competition wanted me to explain how I would spend $5000 travelling. So as I sat there, typing out my dream holiday in the Holy Land (also known as England), I realised that what primarily attracts me to England isn’t the usual touristy stuff. I want to see:

Of course I  want to see the London Eye, Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, and ride around on the top level of a cherry red double decker bus. But primarily I want to visit the Literary greats. And this was actually a shock. I have always known that I am obsessed with Great Britain, but this was the first time I realised that it wasn’t for the landmarks.

I feel as though this should be a package deal when travelling to England. Travelling between monuments to creative genius. Because it would be one thing to see these things – and believe me when I say, I will see them one day – but it would be an entirely more enriching experience to see these places with a group of likeminded people.

So if anybody feels like accompanying me on this Pilgrimage of Literature, I should be heading out in about five years. Oh the joys of a uni student wage.

(Also, yes, I include Doctor Who as an example of Literature. This pop culture SCI-FI show has lasted fifty years, inspired two spin-offs, a magazine, countless books, and at least one movie. Also, Steven Moffat has the ability to make most viewers cry and cry and cry. So, I believe that Doctor Who is an important example of the power of the well-written word.)

 

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About Bec Graham

Bec Graham, 24, was born on the wrong continent. Everything from her burns-like-paper skin tone to her inability to cope with the slightest hint of a hot day suggests she should have been born under the gloomy skies and mild sun of the UK. She hopes writing will get her to her rightful home one day. Failing that, she scans the skies for a spinning blue police box, hoping to catch a lift back to the motherland.
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2 Responses to Good ol’ London Town

  1. Pingback: #1 Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov | My Infernal Imagination

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