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A canto by Shade ...
and an unreliable commentary by Kinbote
I read this as the book nominated for April by
The Rooster Goodreads book discussion group. My first book club! This is a reading group for those suffering withdrawals after the Tournament Of Books.
“… like a fiery rooster seems to flap his wings in a preparatory burst of would-be inspiration, but the sun does not rise.”
This
quote is just right! After all, this is for The
Rooster group and maybe
discussions could get
fiery … and I am glad that I exposed myself some
would-be
inspiration … but for me
the sun did not rise!
I enjoyed it but
it didn’t grab me. I enjoy a slow reveal; I enjoy an unreliable
narrator; I enjoy a satire; I enjoy extending my vocabulary. Pale Fire
had it all but I found I was keen to get finished and be done with it.
Maybe this was to do with starting my reading too late so that others
had already started commenting and I felt I was lagging behind??! Maybe
it is because I am not overly into analysing and second-guessing the
author’s motives and machinations, too much of a literal reader.
My favourite lines from Shade's canto:
“How many more Free calendars shall grace the kitchen door?”
or
“Summer was power-mowed, and autumn, burned.”
and, of course,
"I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
by the false azure in the windowpane;"
I think my favourite Kinbote–isms were :
“a cricket cricked” or “Thither trudged our thug.” or “He was a regular faunlet.”
and
“for better or worse, it is the commentator who has the last word.”