Old Book Dip: Lolita
A virtual romp through my library.
Dear Readers,
In short, a few things:
I’m pausing all paid subscriptions until further notice. THANK YOU to all of you who supported my work over the past two years!
I’m taking the summer to do two things: the first is to package up Theda’s Time Machine into a book and sell it. I’ve got some crazy marketing planned and I’ll share it at a later date. Especially if it works! And the second, to get back to my first love which is reading a pile of books. I scroll too much. Addictions are a nuisance.
Until I return with a new historical fiction project, I’ll be sharing a passage from the books in my library, especially the old codgers that age beautifully, with a randomly chosen passage, thus like the old game of Bible Dipping that kids did back in the day before there was Substack. I hope you enjoy it.
From Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita:
”And so we rolled East, I more devastated than braced with the satisfaction of my passion, and she glowing with health, her bi-iliac garland still as brief as a lad’s, although she had added two inches to her stature and eight pounds to her weight. We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, old tires, and her sobs in the night—every night, every night— the moment I feigned sleep.”
I will miss your fiction while you're gone, but eagerly await your return.
Have a good summer Alison!