Vladimir, you’re needed!

Vladimir Nabokov died 2 July 1977.  Forty years later, his crisp, lush, exquisite prose, his deep insight and weirdness, as well as his celebrated courage in tackling the extremely tacky in a highly sophisticated way, is needed more than ever, in the face of what some like to call ‘contemporary literature’.  There’s no need to buy brick walls of modern novels – go into a decent second hand store (if you can find one) or Kindle up a copy of, say, Despair, Lolita, Pale FirePnin, Transparent Things, etc., or his great memoir, Speak, Memory. Our appreciation of Nabokov was written on his Death Day last year, and can be found here.

“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.”


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    Richie Ho

    July 10, 2017

    Fair enough but I wouldn't re-read "Pale Fire" if you paid me!!!

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