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(For some reason, I have decided to post here everyday again, just little things that strike my fancy, as some sort of chronicle.)
This month, my book club is reading Nabokov's Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle. Most paperback editions of the book (mine from 1981, B's the in-print Vintage one with that sexy grainy cover paper. God I love that paper ( Read more... )
This month, my book club is reading Nabokov's Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle. Most paperback editions of the book (mine from 1981, B's the in-print Vintage one with that sexy grainy cover paper. God I love that paper ( Read more... )
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II. Wow this post made me homesick for that hilltop.
III. I love that you spell his name out instead of calling him "Sergei".
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II. Me too. Also, I miss seeing you in class three times a week or what have you.
III. That was intentional, partly because I used Nabokov's whole name and I wanted to underscore that there's a whole lotta Russian going on. I was also thinking about linking to the Kenyon Review blog, but I didn't.
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