Welcome to my little tavern. I love the nostalgic aesthetic of taverns; it sounds like you will have a group of friends that will always stay. I’m obsessed with Nabokov’s eccentric, magnetic stories with his nymphets and older men. They are all sad, eccentric, metaphorically diasporic. They are émigrés just like him. The aesthetic power of demolition, the Freudian, modernist “looking for a father figure,” is such an appealing theme to me.
Just a few things about this blog
Just a few things about this blog
Just a few things about this blog
Welcome to my little tavern. I love the nostalgic aesthetic of taverns; it sounds like you will have a group of friends that will always stay. I’m obsessed with Nabokov’s eccentric, magnetic stories with his nymphets and older men. They are all sad, eccentric, metaphorically diasporic. They are émigrés just like him. The aesthetic power of demolition, the Freudian, modernist “looking for a father figure,” is such an appealing theme to me.