I saw this post from the_pll_sherlock on Instagram…
And it was an absolute revelation. But my Insta app is being hinky, so I can’t screen shot… But please note, all credit goes to that Instagram account for raising the red flag to check out this book:
“Ada” by Vladimir Nabokov
The Insta account posted it in reference to it’s parallel storylines to PLL. And after reading this books summary, I feel that it’s absolutely 100% been an influence in the PLL plot lines. Do yourself a favor and check out a detailed description of the book. It is fascinating.
During the season break after 6x20, when “A.D.” Was revealed, I had posted a mini theory suggesting that perhaps A.D. Was chosen by uber A because it is a literary reference. This show constantly makes literary references, and since I am extremely fond of “Ezra is A” theories… I love the lit references. I always associate them to our creepiest English teacher.
When I saw this Nabokov storyline I got so excited! Nabokov wrote “Lolita”, which is huge in this show. Hell it was even just recently brought up by Liam in regards to Ezra and Aria. So I knew there would be some gold in this book, too.
I haven’t read the book, so obviously I can only summarize a summary.
It appears to be, at it’s heart, an incestuous love triangle between a brother, a sister, and their half sister. Though initially, the brother and sister believe that they are cousins. Because their parents were having affairs. Ohhh, and by the way… Their parents were a set of twin sisters.
Doesn’t some of that sound a bit familiar?
There are about a million theories to be made from the summary alone… Including the sister (named Ada) and her interest in butterflies.
So that’s a fun one for the Aria is A theorists, isn’t it??? B
If that isn’t enough though, I found this absolutely fascinating gem on the Wikipedia article.
In the section where the talk about the origin of the book’s title, they say:
“According to David Eagleman, Nabokov named the title character in part after his favorite butterfly. An avid collector of butterflies, Nabokov was especially fond of one species with yellow wings and a black body. As a synesthete, he associated colors with each letter; A was connected to yellow, and D to black. Thus he saw a reflection of his favorite butterfly (yellow-black-yellow) in the name Ada. This also makes sense because Ada wants to be a lepidopterist in the book.”
Isn’t that AMAZING? Cool fact: the above is a description of the same bitterly that Aria has hanging in her room. putting all that butterfly stuff aside… Nabokov associated the Letters “A” and “D” with the colors yellow, and black.
What do we know that’s significant in the colors Yellow and black?
Black hoodies and yellow shirts/dresses.
Damn that is pretty cool.
So, since I have been looking for a way to tie A.D. To a novel, or an author this entire time… I got excited.
I am thinking that it is possible that, based on the yellow and black idea, A.D. Might be a team. One of our 4 yellow shirts, and one of our thousands of black hoodies? Or maybe it’s referencing one person who has worn both? Which definitely leaves Mona and CeCe/Charlotte. Or Sara as a yellow shirt and black widow.
Or someone we’ve never meant who is connected to that night.
I think I’m onto something else much more concrete about the identity of A.D., but I just have to say that I love this, and I really think it’s an influence in this storyline.
Are you still taking requests? Could you please do a reaction (plus Maxson and glory) of Sole walking into a room casually and not one but TWO baby yao guais follow them in? Thank you! Love your blog btw, how you write the characters give them the depth the game couldn't show.
Hehe that reminds me of a time when I walked into a marsh and then I got jumped by 3 of them on survival mode as I was screaming and running away. Thank you so much my love! I try to take what the game offers and fill in the cracks with my own patented form of bullshit. Like a bullshit sandwich. But many kisses for you anon <3
Ada: *watches scene unfold* “From what I have just witnessed I assume the next logical string of conversation will go towards convincing me to keep it. You do not need to waste your breath.” Ada didn’t care. What Sole chose to do in their free time was of no concern to her and she certainly didn’t mind having babies that could easily be domesticated running about.
Cait: “Oh hell no are we keeping this fuzzy little ball of death.” She points at the first one and then a second one comes bounding in and tackles her leg. “Two? There’s two of these little mangy monsters?” She picks one of them up like a disgusting rag and it tries to gnaw at her hand to be released. She curses and drops it. She glares at the yao guai. The yao guai glares back. Neither of them knew but it was at that moment that a beautiful friendship had begun.
Codsworth: “Mum/Sir, perhaps you weren’t aware but there are um… TWO baby yao guais following you. Not one. TWO!” His arms whizzed about wildly gesturing towards the cubs that were tackling each other playfully. When Sole told him they were now family, Codsworth calmed down and vowed on his little metal life to protect the virtue of family until the day he was disassembled!
Curie: “We are going to be needing some milk for ze little babies. Oh also soft nutrients to build up zeir immune systems.” Without even batting an eye, Curie accepted the fact that two baby yao guais were in the room together with them. It was one of the things she loved about Sole was their love and concern for all creatures of the Commonwealth, not exclusive to humanoid beings.
Danse: “Soldier, it is highly innapropriate to domesticate these abominations, they- stop- what are you doing? No don’t put them there!” Sole put both of them on his power armor chest plate which was big enough to be a shelf. The yao guai cubs instantly cuddled in beside his face and Danse was not proud of the very unmanly giggle he emitted when one of them licked his ear.
Deacon: “Sweeeet. Let’s add it into our collection of weird fantastical creatures we seem to be accumulating here” he says pointing to Sanctuary’s domesticated deathclaw, circus brahmin, and race molerats. He’d chided Sole about their home base becoming a circus but Sole promised not to bring home anything else *ha* “Maybe these one’s can juggle, like in the old days. We can start charging people for admission when we put on shows. Everyone’ll come!“
Dogmeat: *growl* lunges at one of the babies but Sole grabs him by his collar. He was going to have to get used to his new bear brothers.
Hancock: “Well well, it looks like you’ve become the pied piper of yao guais there sunshine.” Sole was a natural leader. Everyone seemed to want to follow them, even tiny little baby yao guais apparently. He thought it was pretty frickin sweet how they could get animals to follow them, when it was hard enough for him to run his own damn city. Well it just meant that they were born to lead. Hancock now keeps one of the cubs in his tricorn hat as they travel around.
MacCready: “Holy hell! Please please tell me you did not just abduct cubs from their nest. I swear if one of those things is following us!” He jumped like 9ft in the air when he saw the little yao guais following Sole in. He ran to the windows with his gun out in case a crazed mother decided to shred them for taking her babies. After finding out the parents had been killed by ferals, he sunk down onto the couch snickering. “Well, I’ve done crazier things before.”
Nick Valentine: “Aww what’s wrong little tykes? Lost your mama. Well no worries, Ole Sole and I will take care of you, don’t you worry.” He had kneeled down to talk to the cubs as if they could somehow understand him as he stroked their soft fur and little ears. They were so little, of course they would take care of them. Sole and he were friends of all wasteland critters be it plant or fish or tiny yao guai.
Piper: “Ha ha, I never know what to expect from you. Just watch, we say yes to one of these and soon enough you’ll bring in another one.” The second yao guai walks in. Piper bursts into a fit of laughter at the incredible comedic timing of the situation. She was wiping away tears as she picked one of the cubs up and tickled it’s little stomach. Man they were cute.
Preston: “General… I don’t think this is a good idea. Whatever idea you have.” He looked at the little yao guais, looking back at him so innocently with their large black eyes. They pleaded him so. It was like they were saying ‘please Preston, save us like you save your settlements.’ Those little black eyes drew him in and he knew he couldn’t say no. Darn it. He was so weak to Sole’s requests, he always gave in to whatever they wanted. But the babies were so cute.
Strong: “YAO GUAI ENEMY! STRONG SMASH FOR HUMAN!” He takes out his pipe iron and raises it above the little quivering cubs. Sole rushes in front of him and told him that he needed to protect these brothers like they were his brothers. Strong did not approve but he listened to respectful human.
X6-88: “Oh great. We definitely need to be nurturing more of these vermin on the surface.” He looked at the defenseless yao guais like they were putrid filth and refused to touch them. He didn’t see why Sole liked to waste their time catering to animals that had such a low probability of survival.
Maxson: “Hmm. I am going to place these cubs under the care of Senior Scribe Neriah in order to be trained for combat. I never thought I’d see the day when we would be harnessing yao guais in battle. Good job Knight.” He ruffled Sole’s head as he passed them with what Sole could have sworn was a smile. That was the first sign of approval he ever gave them.
Father: “Intriguing. Have you brought these here for experimentation? It’s not often we get to get an inside view of the surface specimen.” Sole plucked them up before Father and his little Bioscience scientists could turn them into dissection projects. Okay bad idea.
Desdemona: While everyone else freaked out at the prospect of two crazy killer cubs at HQ, Des just smiled and shook her head. Maybe she had a soft spot for animals. When Sole gave her one of the yao guais to keep, Des raised it as her own, dressing it up with a matching scarf and once it became old enough, she took it out to the surface by her side. They were inseparable.
Glory: “Okay now I’ve seen everything.” Sole and her had been competing on who could who could bring the craziest thing home. Glory had brought home a signed baseball by Babe Ruth, whoever that was. Sole brought home a vibrator which Glory totally doesn’t still have. Glory brought home a pressed butterfly from some collectors house thinking she’d won but when Sole brought in two LIVE yao guai, she gave in. Sole always had to win haha.
Titian Ramsay Peale II (1799–1885) was an American artist and naturalist from a well-known Philadelphia family. His father, historian and painter Charles Willson Peale, founded the Philadelphia Museum. True to his namesake, Titian Peale was a Renaissance man—a painter, naturalist, butterfly collector, explorer, hunter, and early photographer.
As an adult, Peale was dogged by hardship, including the early death of his first wife and children and persistent financial difficulties. But Peale never gave up on his masterwork, Butterflies of North America, preparing a prospectus in 1833 and continuing to work on it until his death in 1885. A family member donated the manuscript to the Museum in 1916, and after nearly a century in the archives, this masterpiece was finally published in 2015, packed with color plates bearing Peale’s beautiful illustrations of butterflies and caterpillars.
Peale was especially fascinated by the life cycle of butterflies, composing painted portraits of a species with its preferred food and at every developmental stage. The new book captures this abiding interest, reproducing manuscript pages and hundreds of works of art accompanied by field notes.
On September 1, readers will be able enjoy a long-hidden treasure of natural history with the release of The Butterflies of North America: Titian Peale’s Lost Manuscript. Based on a never-before-published manuscript preserved for nearly a century in the American Museum of Natural History’s Rare Book Collection, the book is packed with color plates bearing Peale’s beautiful illustrations of butterflies and caterpillars.
Titian Ramsay Peale II (1799–1885) was an American artist and naturalist from a well-known Philadelphia family. His father, historian and painter Charles Willson Peale, founded the Philadelphia Museum. He also named three other sons for famous painters: Rembrandt, Rubens, and Raphaelle.
True to his namesake, Titian Peale was a Renaissance man—a painter, naturalist, butterfly collector, explorer, hunter, and early photographer. He painted his first professional commission—plates to attract subscribers to Thomas Say’s American Entomology—at age 16. The next year he was elected to full membership in the newly founded Academy of Natural Sciences.
As an adult, Peale was dogged by hardship, including the early death of his first wife and children and persistent financial difficulties. But Peale never gave up on his masterwork,Butterflies of North America, preparing a prospectus in 1833 and continuing to work on it until his death in 1885. A family member donated the manuscript to the Museum in 1916. After nearly a century in the archives, this masterpiece is finally emerging from its cocoon.