Pale Fire

Nabokov did not care to distinguish this much, However, or his style is filled with poetic flair. Even though one section of his novel, Pale fire, is an actual poem, Nabokov uses poetic devices throughout. For example, he writes: “it was this medly of metallic melodies,” has a definite rhythm. Saying the phrase steadily and tapping every time the “me” sound appears creates a musical phrase-

Pale Fire has spawned a wide variety of interpretations and a large body of written criticism, which Finnish literary scholar Pekka Tammi estimated in 1995 as more than 80 studies.(Wiki) Although no “correct” interpretation exists, a strong case can be made for interpreting the novel in terms of Kinbote’s insanity. His mental decline, paired with his academic unfulfillment, sparked by harsh criticism by his colleagues leads him to murder John Shade in order to obtain the author’s most recent poem

the concept of a single metanarrative by including various micronarratives, employed to confuse what story takes precedence over the other, are Vladimir Nabokov’s Pale Fire and Italo Calvino’s If On a Winter’s Night a Traveler. Nabokov employs the concept of intertextual conversation between different sections of the book in Pale Fire while Calvino makes use of the reader’s self-awareness of their role as an active participant in the reading of If On a Winter’s Night a Traveler to

Dr. Kinbote and John Shade Vladimir Nabokov is an artist that accentuates the aesthetic pleasure which patterning affords. The fabric of Pale Fire is woven with a dense texture of mirrors, doubles, parodies, games, riddles, masks, and disguises. In the story, such games of perception (particularly the notion of reflection and misconception) creates a disparity between reality and fantasy. One of the most well-known and multifaceted line in the poem comes from the first stanza, fifteenth stanza, and

A King of Jesters The world is filled with humour. It’s everywhere. Whether it’s staring someone directly in the face or hiding in the shadows, it’s there. In Pale Fire, by Vladimir Nabokov, humour is buried within. The humour is created by the differences between John Shade and Charles Kinbote. Their diverse personalities influence how each of them write their respective works. We expect Kinbote’s narrative to be about Shade’s poem; however, he takes the poem and twists it so it all revolves

better view of the crystal water. The bright glare of the sun was getting in the way of my view. A few moments later she came back up. Even though I could not see very well I knew she came back up because of her reflection on the clear water of the pale white skin and the beaming orange hair. How could I be the only one noticing this mysterious girl? She slowly stepped out of the water pointing each of her feet with every move. She walked like a princess making an entrance through a gorgeous grand

commence, we finally arrived on the dreamy island. Rather than staying at a hotel, we rented a beach house that was supposedly only a six minute walk from Marco Island Beach. While pulling up to the magnificent home, I was holding back tears of joy. The pale grayish-blue house looked like it had jumped right out of a framed photograph hanging up in the waiting room of a doctor's office. Among it’s

This isn't the first time we've seen this Doctor Strange exchange in clips from Thor: Ragnarok. Does it mean something, or is it just that good a line? Not all big-money movie franchises bring something new to every single piece of promotional footage, but we can't help but notice that every time we see something of the confirmed-since-last-year Doctor Strange in Thor: Ragnarok, we see pretty much the same something.  We've already broken down the Chinese teaser that focuses mostly on Hela, but

Racism    Racism is a huge problem, especially here in the United States. The United States has come a long was, but there is no doubt that there is much more progress to be made. People seem to follow the patterns of others and fall in to the same issues. It is important that the cycle breaks and individual learn to be independent and speak their own minds instead of following the thoughts and beliefs of others. Until the chains are broken and people fall out of this endless loop, racism will continue

forward to his imminent demise. No longer could he smell the sweet kettle corn, instead he could only smell the steaming vomit in the nearby trashcans, he could only hear the shrill screams of those who were riding ‘The Thrill’, and he could only see the pale, blank faces of those who had just exited the ride as they stumbled down the walkway. Another cloud blocked out the sun, leaving him feeling cold on what was supposed to be one of the warmest days that spring, the chills running down his spine as the