Things about this book:
- I’m realizing I only read Vladimir Nabokov in transit. Planes, trains, and automobiles, friends. Let’s get me a submarine and see how he reads on there.
- This was a charming morning read for a scary mountain road trip made less scary by my brother’s steady hand at the wheel.
- Still probably shouldn’t read Nabokov in the car. He deserves a well-brewed cup of tea and a wingback chair.
- I picked this book up at Russell Books in Victoria, and remembering the glory of that bookstore makes me want to move to the island immediately.
- This is my second debut novel of Bookstravaganza 2015. That’s a weird trend to be setting!
- I don’t like this as much as I like Nabokov’s later work. You can see all the pieces there, but they haven’t come together the way they would in his later novels.
- It’s still completely brilliant.
Books read: 3