This article considers different experiences available to the reader of Vladimir Nabokov’s Pale Fire by exploring the novel through concepts familiar from videogaming, such as the warp, the glitch, and the Let’s Play, developing particular parallels with the Nintendo game Super Mario Bros. All of these potential modes of experience are comprised in the playerly text, which serves as a conduit linking together a work’s past, present, and future readers.

ok this is definitely weirder and more unexpected than the hamlet/x-files article. this is. perhaps the most unexpected. 

like i guess, the author is going “ppl say that pale fire is a precursor to hypertext — let’s go one step further” which is not totally unsensemaking, and also how due to the nature of the text different readers have different experiences which u could comp to video games, i just. did not. when looking thru this journal. expect to find the words “lets play” and “super mario brothers” w/r/t nabokov . im??? all about that sort of thing???? its just too early in the morning. 

its open access hurrah so heres the link. 

lbr that “andrew hussie is doing what brecht would” essay is basically never far from my mind

I’m reading this essay now and it’s so rad. It makes excellent arguments as to how Let’s Play’s and Pale Fire are both contingent on the audience having prior (or at least macro-linear) knowledge of the narrative inside what they’re observing, and how the novel becomes an exercise in “reading for error” (like the mountain/fountain mix-up) in the same way that some gamers seek to exploit glitching in their replays. 

Ugggggggh it’s REALLY REALLY GOOD I wish I could write things this smart they’re SO GREAT.

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"Yes," said Eustace, "and whenever you’ve tried to get her to come and talk about Narnia or do anything about Narnia, she says ‘What wonderful memories you have! Fancy you still thinking about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.’ "

"Oh Susan!" said Jill. "She’s interested in nothing nowadays except nylons and lipstick and invitations. She always was a jolly sight too keen on being grow-up."

"Grown-up, indeed," said the Lady Polly. "I wish she would grow up. She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she’ll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age. Her whole idea is to race on to the silliest time of one’s life as quick as she can and then stop there as long as she can."

"Well, let’s not talk about that now," said Peter.


The one I wanted to throttle was Polly. Lucy is possibly young enough not to really get it yet but Polly was a grown-ass woman and should have known better than to talk that kind of shit about a young woman wanting to stop being a child.

Susan wanted to grow up. She wanted (as mentioned in ‘The Horse And His Boy’) to fall in love and get married. She worried, she protected, she mothered. And she was the only one, the only one out of all of them, who got it right. Aslan told them they had to move on. To grow up. To find him in their own world. 

Susan was Aslan’s big fucking success. The others couldn’t do it. They couldn’t take the lessons they’d learned in Narnia into their own world. They couldn’t make a difference there - no, they all spent their time obsessing with getting back. Narnia was heaven for them and they couldn’t function anywhere else, so Aslan took them back one last time to suspend them forever in the only world they wanted.

Narnia was not Susan’s heaven. Narnia was not what Susan wanted. Eternal youth and innocence was not what Susan wanted. Susan wanted to grow. Susan wanted to grow up. Susan wanted love, and family, and her own world. Susan’s heaven was the one drawn from Earth, from a life lived to the full.

Since I was a kid, I have always thought of ‘The Last Battle’ as a very sad story because it is ultimately a story of failure. All the ‘kings and queens of Narnia’ die and are brought back to the dying magical world because they couldn’t accept what Aslan had told them over and over about growing up and moving on. They weren’t supposed to come back. It was a final act of mercy that Aslan allowed them to do so, since they couldn’t bear to live in their own world.

I think Susan would visit them someday, with her queen’s crown and her blazing red lipstick and the lines of growth and character on her face, and very gently explain to the perpetual children in Narnia that she was thankful that Aslan hadn’t taken her with the others. That she was thankful for her children and grandchildren, for boyfriends and husbands, for a life that was full and happy and productive. That she never needed Narnia to be happy. That she missed them, that she’d mourned for them, but she wouldn’t change her own choice for anything.

The other thing is that they had all already grown up once, in Narnia. In Horse and His Boy, there are references to how men try to be Susan’s lovers — and while this may not be intended in a sexual sense, it’s very much a thing that happens to adults, not children.

Whatever childhood she’d managed to cling to after being sent away from the Blitz and having to be mother to her siblings had ended. Puberty doesn’t go two directions, even if they returned to being children physically when they came back through the wardrobe. 

The fact that she wanted to move and grow again, that her version of femininity wasn’t Lucy’s or Jill’s or Polly’s, was enough to deny her paradise? Really?

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How's that? That's starting to feel good, doesn't it?

I want everyone to please note that Haruka and Makoto from Free!’s voice actors doing these characters. 

Dear employers, I will have to take the day off today because:

☐ It’s December and the streets are papier-mached with wet bronze leaves and it’s so dark outside that the cars have their headlights on at 3pm

☐ I have recently been through a breakup, or I have been through a breakup at any time in my life really, and I woke up today with the absolute conviction that I will never be loved again

☐ A dog looked at me

☐ I got a text from someone for whom I feel a mix of concern and frustration and recognition and longing that is both more and less than romance

☐ Someone made a joke about dead pets meeting you in heaven

☐ Daylight savings time

☐ I passed a knot of flowers that were so bright they glowed through the dim grey water of the day and when was anything in my life last that luminous?

☐ Girls are too pretty

☐ For the first time I genuinely comprehend that there is not enough time to have all the lives I wanted

☐ I accidentally listened to Leonard Cohen


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Not gonna lie the way hair is done in Sailor Moon Crystal just kept making me think of Dave’s hair from the gigaunpause update ahahahahaha








I love how Usagi was just “it’s too dangerous, I’ll take care of the baddie, you go be safe, cute boy!” and smooched him. It was so perfect for both of them, and for what the characters and story represent to people. 


i really enjoy les mis posts where enjolras is represented as being basically like haru from free except with revolution instead of swimming

(via taxonomist)

The great thing about Eris and I thinking about watching yaoipedal is that they’re like “I want to watch it… except for that one guy, who scares me” and I’m just “are you kidding me, he’s why I want to watch it” and they just give me this look of disgust. 

From the Lamento liner notes


Anyone is good for me…. as long we can break each other, I will love them.