Books The Immortal Spirit
posted by February 22 at 14:00 PM
onPhotos of a poshlust paradise:
Nabokov on what constitutes poshlust:
English words expressing several, although by no means all aspects of poshlust are for instance: “cheap, sham, common, smutty, pink-and-blue, high falutin’, in bad taste.” My little assistant, Roget’s Thesaurus, (which incidentally lists “rats, mice” under “Insects”—see page 21 of Revised Edition) supplies me moreover with “inferior, sorry, trashy, scurvy, tawdry, gimcrack” and others under “cheapness.” All these however suggest merely certain false values for the detection of which no particular shrewdness is required. In fact they tend, these words, to supply an obvious classification of values at a given period of human history; but what Russians call poshlust is beautifully timeless and so cleverly painted all over with protective tints that its presence (in a book, in a soul, in an institution, in a thousand other places) often escapes detection.
More on poshlust:
A hundred years ago, while civic-minded publicists in St. Petersburg were mixing heady cocktails of Hegel and Schlegel (with a dash of Feuerbach), Gogol, in a chance story he told, expressed the immortal spirit of poshlust pervading the German nation and expressed it with all the vigor of his genius. The conversation around him had turned upon the subject of Germany, and after listening awhile, Gogol said:Yes, generally speaking the average German is not too pleasant a creature, but it is impossible to imagine anything more unpleasant than a German Lothario, a German who tries to be winsome… . One day in Germany I happened to run across such a gallant. The dwelling place of the maiden whom he had long been courting without success stood on the bank of some lake or other, and there she would be every evening sitting on her balcony and doing two things at once: knitting a stocking and enjoying the view. My German gallant being sick of the futility of his pursuit finally devised an unfailing means whereby to conquer the heart of his cruel Gretchen. Every evening he would take off his clothes, plunge into the lake and, as he swam there, right under the eyes of his beloved, he would keep embracing a couple of swans which had [65] been specially prepared by him for that purpose. I do not quite know what those swans were supposed to symbolize, but I do know that for several evenings on end he did nothing but float about and assume pretty postures with his birds under that precious balcony. Perhaps he fancied there was something poetically antique and mythological in such frolics, but whatever notion he had, the result proved favorable to his intentions: the lady’s heart was conquered just as he thought it would be, and soon they were happily married.Here you have poshlust in its ideal form, and it is clear that the terms trivial, trashy, smug and so on do not cover the aspect it takes in this epic of the blond swimmer and the two swans he fondled.
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i like to see the naked ladies!
How do we know the German swimmer is blond?
i first i thought this was going to be about poshspice.
Every post is "I love naked white ladies, but I feel guilt/anger about it so I'll mask it with some gibberish about class warfare" How long is this series going on for?
It's shocking that you'd be writing a script about a white girl caught up in a sex crime with a black man accused. Really hard to fathom.
The key to poshlust or poshlost is the striving for more than cheapness. Something that's cheap and tacky doesn't exhibit poshlust; something that's cheap and tacky that tries to pass itself off as something classy does. When a common restaurant uses an elaborate curlicue font on their sign or menu, that's poshlust. The language used on wedding invitations is usually poshlust. Most everything in the Skymall or Wine Enthusiast catalogs is poshlust. My favorite example: people who have clear plastic covers on their parlor furniture.
left coast. i have also written a script about men who fuck horses, so that must mean i want to fuck horses. besides, the women on the bed are not my type. i feel as much desire for them as i do for a horse.
I thought she was married to that hot soccer player...
You do realize that only thirteen of the words in this post actually belong to the author right? Why am I wasting my time.
next, it's a bleeding post.
@3 so did I. Wonder what that says about me, because I don't really find her attractive ...
Charles Mudede = BORING
In a fun little book, Paul Fussell calls poshlust BAD.
i really do like the accompanying pictures. finding humor in sexist, embarrasingly ugly advertisement. well done charles.
and just to clarify, as people tend to rip him to shreds on here, i am being sincere.
Paul Fussell is one of my heroes. His Class: A Guide through the American Status System is a masterpiece, and of course The Great War and Modern Memory is probably the greatest work of lit crit in the 20th century.
His ex-wife Betty says he was a bastard to live with, though. She's a good writer, too.
Give me a break. Charles, you are being intellectually dishonest here. The crass commercialism isn't what bothers you. You want these women, and that's what bothers you. You feel that you will be rejected, are angry about it and have channelled it into an acceptable expression of anger (The System). When you are rich from writing cynical narratives about naive girls in Italy, I have a feeling that your anger about The System will be alleviated.
I wonder if I'm Charles' type...
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