I've started reading Anna Karenina again, after reading about 300 pages (out of 817) two or three years ago. I knew from the start that I wasn't ready for it. You don't just wake up one day and decide that you wish to explore infidelity and its consequences.
As someone who wrote novels in his second language, Vladimir Nabokov has captured my lexophile heart in ways that no American or English novelist has. In this celebrated novel, which Nabokov himself considered his masterpiece, one of my favorite word plays in the text was when the post-Lolita, post-Rita Humbert Humbert, who, after receiving a… Continue reading Lolita