To Love Is to Fetish

Scene from Stanley Kubrick's Lolita

I have been thinking a lot about love, these days, my hatred of the word, my constant recurrence to it, and it occurs to me, one of insomnia’s perishable revelations, that before we love something we must make a kind of replica of it, a memory-body of glimpses and moments, which then replaces its external, rather drab existence with a constellatory internalization, oversimplified and highly portable and in the end impervious to reality’s crude strip-mining.

“Reverand Tom Marshfield” in John Updike’s A Month of Sundays (1975)

Screen capture: James Mason and Shelley Winters in Stanley Kubrick’s Lolita (1962)

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