Category Archives: Nabokov

Long Book About a Dysfunctional Family – ugh!

Sons and Lovers was good for the first half and then.  YAWN!!!  I drug through this one.  Not as bad as a Joyce novel but a snoozer none the less.

I found I was more interested in the supporting characters, the father and sister, who we do not really know other than through the main characters eyes.  The father is painted as a horrible drunk yet he stays with his wife and family working in the mines providing as he can.  He visits his sick wife in the hospital yet we are supposed to believe he does not care for her.  The sister ends up taking care of the sick mother while her brother works and galavants around town.   Does she see the strange relationship between mother and son?  What makes her so grounded and her brother such a fruit cake?

Let us discuss the main characters, shall we?  Paul and his Mother.  Can we say unhealthy relationship, boys and girls?  I really didn’t care what happened to Paul.  I didn’t like him.  He was a spoiled, womanizing twit who thought way too highly of himself. I didn’t like his mother.  She was a hard woman that wasn’t strong enough to deal with what life dealt her.  Instead choosing to live through her son making the best of her own life.   I really thought their relationship was over the top.  Am I really to believe that Paul was having sex all over town yet adored and ‘loved’ his mother – in a creepy and uncomfortable way?  I think Humbert Humbert’s relationship with Lolita was a better written, believeable creepy.

I did find some portions interesting such as the work day being over 12 hours long (pre-unionization, obviously) and that walking was the way of life.  No wonder obseity wasn’t a problem back then.  A harder yet simpler time.

So there you have it.  Sons and Lovers rates up there with Ulysses in my book.  An extremely long book about a dysfunctional family.

Up next..  The Grapes of Wrath.  So far so good for me.  I am enjoying it.

Grab a book, any book and READ!!

Bleating = Blog Cheating!

I was inspired by Cristian’s Blog Post Opening Lines.  Bleating = Blog Cheating!  I loved Cristian’s post so I stole it, added it to mine, gave it my flair and TA DA – it’s mine.  All mine, mine, mine!!

You know I had to check on ours so far.  And here they are.  I hate to say it but my nod goes to James Joyce, “The Portrait of Young Artist?”  Who else could start a serious novel with Mookows?

Which is your favorite?

1.  Ulyssess –

STATELY, PLUMP BUCK MULLIGAN CAME FROM THE STAIRHEAD, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

2.  The Great Gatsby

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

3. Portrait of a Young Artist

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo…

4. Lolita

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.

5. Brave New World

A squat grey building of only thirty-four storeys. Over the main entrance the words “Central London Hatchery and Conditioning Centre” and, in a shield, the World State’s Motto: “Community, Identity, Stability”.

6. The Sound and the Fury

Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting.

7.  Catch-22

It was love at first sight. The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him.

8.  Darkness at Noon

The cell door slammed behind Rubashov.

9.  Sons and Lovers

‘The Bottoms’ succeeded to ‘Hell Row’.

10.  The Grapes of Wrath (I count this as me starting this novel!)

To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth.