As someone who wrote novels in his second language, Vladimir Nabokov has captured my lexophile heart in ways that no American or English novelist has. In this celebrated novel, which Nabokov himself considered his masterpiece, one of my favorite word plays in the text was when the post-Lolita, post-Rita Humbert Humbert, who, after receiving a… Continue reading Lolita

John Le Carre had me at one word

I know the film adaptation of John Le Carre’s The Constant Gardener. Haven’t watched it. But I saw Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy and I liked the psychological drama, which from experience, is better appreciated when digested in its written form. But what finally persuaded me to grab a copy of this book, ten years after it…… Continue reading John Le Carre had me at one word

Confessions of a Voracious Reader

My commitment to read more books started when I saw his reading goal of 200 books a year and learning that he has read 75 more and with 3 days to spare before the year ended. 275 books in 360 days! I was impressed. I was envious. I was tempted to do the same. I…… Continue reading Confessions of a Voracious Reader

8 Lessons I learned from reading classics

After reading eight classics in less than a year, a reflection is in order. I feel that I must take a pause and ponder on the meaning of what seemed a reading-writing project at the start, but is now turning into a serious course on self-development and Understanding The World 101. I expected this, but… Continue reading 8 Lessons I learned from reading classics

Musings on Jane Austen

I’ve just read Mansfield Park, my 4th Jane Austen novel, and for the life of me I can’t get over its atypical heroine, Ms. Fanny Price. The patient and mature Anne Elliot did not have the same effect, nor did Jane’s favorite, Elizabeth Bennet.  The only acceptable explanation is that Ms.Austen might have triggered a memory of…… Continue reading Musings on Jane Austen

Mansfield Park

Remember, wherever you are, you must be the lowest and the last. Such is Fanny Price's fate in Mansfield Park, where, as the consummate poorer relation, she grew up in constant reminder of her position in her mother's sister's family, the Bertrams. There she lived with her four cousins, the kindest of whom is the younger son, Edmund. He calls her My very dear Fanny and treats her like his very own sister and friend.