Sunday, July 17, 2011

All Day I Want to Write

In class, I'm the Cat in the Hat. At home, I'm the fish.

Tonight I finished listening to Speak, Memory on the walk home. In the audio version, the foreword's at the end. In it, Nabokov talks about all the versions of the work: an Englishing of a Russian rewriting of an English composition of Russian memories. Why do different versions of the same thing so enthrall me?

Because you can describe the disorder. All day I want to write.

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