Pitch: superficially, a story of a p*******e who charms everyone, even - at times - the reader; on a deeper level, a fairy-tale, detective-story, spaghetti-western and giant chess match interwoven with mastership rivaled only by joyce.
review: to write a masterpiece is an amazing feat; to craft a story densely inter-threaded by such varying genres is an even more amazing feat; to do such amazing things in your third language is nearly unheard of. vladimir nabokov - a native russian speaker who studied french and later mastered english - flexes his erudition through the iconically taboo postmodern novel, lolita. the novel’s gasp-worthiness in the 50s has anything but died down in 2018, considering the proliferant news of s****l misconduct in schools, politics, and corporations. despite the text’s infinite depth and uncomfortable subject, it remains intensely readable. humbert humbert, our handsome protagonist, brings us across 1940s america through a thrilling journey of obsession, deception, kidnapping, loss, and searching - all for the love of a 12-year-old girl. what shocks readers most, perhaps, is that humbert’s charm is so sinister that - at opportune times - we accidentally pity him. whether we reel back in disgust, worry for his sanity, or just wish him to be cured of his obsession, lolita is a novel that one cannot put down.
favorite quote: despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger, and the horrible hopelessness of it all, i still dwelled deep in my elected paradise - a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames - but still a paradise.
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penulis: gunawan tri atmojo
tebal: 200 halaman
pada suatu hari, semua durjana asmara menyingkir dari muka bumi dan aku jatuh cinta lagi kepada seorang editor buku primbon. (iwan puntung, editor buku sastra)
sebagian besar rahasia lelaki tertinggal di kamar mandi. (sri suwarti, menteri kebatinan perempuan).
manusia itu seperti ritsleting, terbuka dan tertutup berulang-ulang, memasukan dan mengeluarkan cinta berkali-kali, tetapi seperti yang disembunyikan di balik ritsleting, pada akhirnya ia akan sendiri. (m. yayan karidtanto)