Word: poeticizing
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...NABOKOV THE NOVELIST has a special affinity with Gogol. They are both obsessed with words, with the curious and beautiful poetic possibilities of their languages. They both love a story for its own sake; they shy away from messages and morals. They twist the literary conventions. Above all, they challenge the imagination. Nabokov treats Gogol lovingly; it makes for a delightful and intelligent opening chapter...
After Tolstoy, Nabokov serves up a pleasant dessert of Chekhov. Chekhov occupies a distant but secure third place in the official ranking. He is neither poetic nor playful, but his wisdom and good taste capture Nabokov's heart. The survey ends with a small but appetite-killing dose of Gorki. Except for a couple of untranslatable modernists (Blok and Bely), Nabokov says, the future of Russian literature lies with the expatriates...
...gets her when she's balling this orderly in a therapeutic bath. The guy's killed off-screen as the camera fixes on her naked body, loosely wrapped in a sheet, her firm, ripe breasts erect and eager. She thinks the clammy hands caressing her are her lover's--Poetic Justice!--but the Shape adjusts the bath water to scalding and repeatedly shoves her head in it, holding it out of the water long enough for us to see the flesh peeling off and the red and white blobby pulp beneath. Hot stuff! Then the Shape drills a cute little...
...power? What is the authority that permits it?" After teaching psychopathology in Paris, and then French at Sweden's University of Uppsala, the restless young Foucault held official positions in Warsaw and Hamburg. Out of his wanderings, internal and external, came Madness and Civilization, which begins with a poetic evocation of the medieval ships of fools-those wandering hulks that really did bear captive cargoes of madmen away from their own communities...
...Parady is a bold, virile Morell, but in the third key role of Marchbanks, Tait Ruppert stifles all conviction as to either his poetic genius or the tormenting passion of his puppy love. Like the production, he is all fuse and no flame...