The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Golden Age of Prurience #57


Confidential (February, 1962)

9 comments :

Christopher said...

yeeeeup..shes a bigg'un alright!..enough on her for 'least 150 ham sadwiches.....
Shouldn't it be..but is she young enough?

Maureen said...

I remember the hoopla over her not being allowed to attend the Hollywood opening of the film because she was underage.

MSB said...

If you're being faithful to the novel, she is in fact far too old.

erik hogstrom said...

"Those games they love at Omaha are raw! Raw! Raw!"

Huh?

MichaelRyerson said...

Her real life turned out to be far more tragic than anything Nabokov dreamt up for Lolita. It seems she finally found a stable relationship and withdrew into a more private life. One can hope.

swac said...

Now I can't get that song about Ohio ("Round on the ends, high in the middle...") out of my head. I could always listen to Stan Freberg's musical Omaha!

Kreisler said...

It's the iodine in the milk that's bothering me

The Demarest said...

That Omaha headline is a work of genius.

rookgaroo said...

Hmmm...radioactive iodine in your child's milk. This sounds rather ser...HOLY MARY! WILL YOU CHECK OUT THE GETAWAY STICKS ON THAT NYMPH!!!