This part of the story really changed my views on Lauren. I used to think that she blew things out of proportion, but now things have changed. “I handed him Dr. Neu’s paper. He read it, and then he looked at me. In my opinion, he read it very, very quickly, like maybe thirty seconds, a minute tops, so keep that in mind. ‘This,’ he said, ‘this paper,’ he said, ‘is not real.’ ‘It looks real to me,’ I said. I had absolutely no idea what he meant. ‘I think you should understand,’ he said softly, ‘that I am confrontational in style. And so it is entirely within my style to say that there is no way this paper was written by a doctor, or anyone even remotely related to the medical profession.’. . .’I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘but there is no Dr. Neu. What I mean by that,’ he said, ‘is that there is no Dr. Neu anywhere in the world who would perform a corpus callostomy on a patient with TLE. It’s just not done.” [175-76] When I read this I just said wow to myself. The fact that Dr. Neu might be a made up character. This brought me back to the paper we read in class about Hayward Krieger, and how he was a made up character.And whats ironic is how this made up character is also related to science about how and why people act the way they do.
“I was seventeen, but matters of sex so embarrassed me that I could only speak of our God-given anatomy in terms like ‘you know where,’ and ‘down there.’ One day, when I was typing a story for an English class, I had an aura that ended in an orgasm. I pressed the Q key, and heat went through me; I pressed the U key, and the heat turned to a sweaty shiver.” Lauren describes anything that relates to sex as embarrassing, yet she says she had an aura that ended in an orgasm. Last class we discussed if Lauren is a reliable person. I don’t think she is lying. Her exaggerations may not have been the exact way something in her life occurred, but I believe that the things she exaggerates are the things that are the most important to her. Just like how the first chapter says “I exaggerate.” Going back to where the book is called a Metaphorical Memoir. This basically just sums up how her exaggerations are similar to comparisons to key events.
In chapter 3 learning to fall, I didn’t know what to expect. The narrator speaks about her ice skating, and I then linked the two together. She speaks about how her epilepsy effected her skating and how she had to stop as it worsened. Her mom took her to the pond to practice. “Pivot and turn, my mother shouted, as I did, as I entered the thawing air, a memory suddenly came to me, a memory so clear and absolute it must have engraved in the back rooms of my brain for a long time, and I was finding it just now, perfect and whole. A memory that was moving slowly even while I spun fast, even while I felt my legs get big, get bloated, and my hands-huge now-filled with helium.” I thought this part was strange. Her mom knows that she can’t really skate anymore because of her sickness, yet she brings her to a pond of all places? Why didn’t her mother take her to a skating rink? It seems like her mom denies the fact that her daughter is sick like in the first part of the story where the narrator says she’s blind, and her mom says nonsense, you have eyes, so you can see. Right after that moment she can magically see again.
This book is similar to Lolita. He talks about a girl he loves. “I smelled jasmine everywhere I went. At first I thought the smell was part of the normal world, because we were having a hot spell that July.” He is ten years old and he describes this girl as if she is his soul mate. He suffers from epilepsy and they usually smell unpleasant odors, yet he smells jasmine.
“Epilepsy is a fascinating disease because some epileptics are liars, exaggerators, makers of myths and high-flying stories. Doctors don’t know why this is, something to do, maybe, with the way a scar on the brain dents memory or mutates reality.” This brings me back to chapter 1 where it only says “I exaggerate.” Yet the name of the book is Lying. I wonder if the narrator would describe himself as a liar later on in the story after a turn of events. Or maybe he is lying right now and wont admit the truth about being a liar. “Mom, I said. I can’t see. She stopped. Of course you can see, she said. You have two eyes. You can see. It’s dark, I shouted. How many fingers am I holding up? she asked. I can’t see your fingers, I said. Of course you can see my fingers, she said. You have two eyes. Now look…I felt her grip my chin, force my face toward her. How many fingers? Think…And just like that, I started to see again.” I’m not sure if this is a symptom of epilepsy, I wonder if he is fooling around by tricking his mother by saying he can’t see, or if this is truly his sickness.
We finally finished Lolita. It wasn’t my favorite literature, but it was not bad. We get to see how the relationship between Humbert and Lolita end. I honestly thought it was going to end differently because of the narrator’s actions in the story.
“Carmencita, lui demandais-je. . .’One last word,’ I said in my horrible careful English, ‘are you quite, quite sure that-well, not tomorrow, of course, and not after tomorrow, but-well-some day, any day, will you come live with me? I will create a brand new God and thank him with piercing cries, if you give me that microscopic hope” (to that effect). ‘No,’ she said smiling, ‘no.’ ‘It would have made all the difference,’ said Humbert Humbert. Then I pulled out my automatic-I mean, this is the kind of fool thing a reader might suppose I did. It never occurred to me to do it. ‘Good by-aye!’ she chanted, my American sweet immortal dead love; for she is dead and immortal if you are reading this. I mean, such is the formal agreement with the so-called authorities. Then, as I drove away, I heard her shout in a vibrant voice to her Dick; and the dog started to lope alongside my car like a fat dolphin, but he was too heavy and old, and very soon gave up. And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears.” (280) Again Humbert addresses the reader when he says he pulled out his automatic. Before i read the next part I thought he was going to shoot Lolita, and he was going to end up on trial for shooting her, but then he says that’s what the reader thinks he did. This scene symbolizes his feelings in this moment of time. The way Humbert stumbles trying to say what he wants to say. The rain hitting the windshield and the dying day symbolize his sadness because Lolita is leaving him.
The beginning of part 2 starts with Humbert and Lolita traveling across the country. At first it confused me on how the setting just changed, but it makes sense since this is like a new act to the story.
The part that caught me was, “My chere Dolores! I want to protect you, dear, from all the horrors that happen to little girls in coal sheds and alley ways, and, alas, comme vous le saves trop bien, ma gentille, in the blueberry woods during the bluest summers. Through thick and thin I will still stay your guardian, and if you are good, I hope a court may legalize that guardianship before long. Let us, however, forget, Dolores Haze, so-called legal terminology, terminology that accepts as rational the term ‘lewd and lascivious cohabitation.’ I am not a criminal sexual psychopath taking indecent liberties with a child. The rapist was Charlie Holmes; I am the therapist-a matter of nice spacing in the way of distinction. I am your daddum, Lo. Look, I’ve a learned book here about young girls. Look, darling, what it says. I quote: the normal girl-normal, mark you the-normal girl is usually extremely anxious to please her father.” (149-150) This caught my attention quickly especially when he says he’s no criminal sexual psychopath and he wants to protect her. I know most children that age wouldn’t consider an adult trying to have sex with them as a protector. Maybe Lolita might think of that differently since she was drawing him on earlier in the story.
Where Humbert says, “Among Sicilians sexual relations between a father and daughter are accepted as a matter of course, and the girl who participates in such relationship is not looked upon with disapproval by the society which she is part.” (150) Humbert is a intelligent man, but it seems like he believes that nothing is wrong with what he is doing, and what he wants to do.
Yet again I look up a page full of vocabulary words, but there’s nothing wrong with that. This book can and will improve ones vocabulary. In this section of Lolita, the narrator Humbert finally meets Lolita.
He talks about fondling her on one immortal day. Yes he does sound like a creep, but you get to hear and understand why he is this way. “In the course of the sun-shot moment that my glance slithered over the kneeling child while I passed her in my adult disguise, the vacuum of my soul managed to suck in every detail of her bright beauty, and these I checked against the features of my dead bride.A little later, of course, she, this nouvelle, this Lolita, my Lolita, was to eclipse completely her prototype.”(39-40) This Shows why Humbert feels this way towards a twelve year old. It’s like he is stuck in his 13 year old self. The death of Annabel froze him in time, leaving him only attracted to little girls. He calls Lolita Annabel’s prototype. I thought this was interesting. Back during his younger years, he couldn’t find anyone who he was attracted to. nothing satisfied him. He told older women to act as if they were teenagers. Now when he is way older he sees this twelve year old who is a direct copy of his dead bride Annabel.
I have to admit that I had to look up a hand full of words from the text. It is a bit difficult to read compared to the other stories we’ve read during this semester. I had to reread some areas of the story. This book is interesting. It shows how someone views love. Of course love is common, but this is different. It’s not like a high school crush where every student in the school is in the same age group.
The main character is in love with Lolita. You can tell by the first thing you read, “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Le. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.”(9) Other than this sounding like a cheesy romantic line from a poem, this is a little creepy. The way this man feels towards someone so much younger than he is. The way he uses words to describe her is as if she is a grown woman who he has known all of his life. He compares her to a girl he loved names Annabel.
When I first started to read this short story, I said to myself that this person doesn’t know english well. When a story is written this way it makes it seem more real. An old woman from China is speaking in broken sentences.
I think it is a good story. Its a story about different cultures of the world. It shows how someone is raised in one country sees others in other countries. One difference that was in this story is how parents treat their children. In this country today, it’s considered abuse when you hit your child. Even if they’re doing something bad. Even if they won’t listen and punishments won’t work. The text says, “John and my daughter agree Sophie is a problem, but they don’t know what to do. You spank her, she’ll stop, I say another day. But they say, Oh no. In America, parents not supposed to spank the child. It gives them low self-esteem, my daughter say. And it leads to problems later, as I happen to know.”
A part that I thought was amusing were the male and female roles. In the beginning of the story she was saying how she was fierce. Her husband and the staff in the restaurant were afraid of her. Even gang members were afraid of her. They would hide their faces behind menus. Her daughter Natalie is fierce too. She is the vice president of a bank. Theres another part where the Shea family has four brothers and none of them work. All of them are on welfare.
Out of the first short stories, the one that caught my attention was The Story of an Hour. This story has its points of humor. This is about a married woman named Mrs. Mallard, and she hears news about her husband being killed in a train accident. You would think that she would be devastated by the bad news, but she isn’t.
At first she storms off and cries, and then the next minute she feels reborn. The text uses vivid imagery to express her emotions after her husbands “passing.” Instead of thinking of his death, she thinks about living for herself and living freely. She thinks ahead of her amazing future without her husband.
After being joyful in her room alone, someone unlocks the door and it was her husband.