Vladimir Nabokov was my Russian Literature and Comparative Literature teacher at college. During the summer of my sophomore year "Lolita" was published. It was banned in the USA, but friends who were fortunate enough to go to Paris that summer returned with suitcases full of English paperback copies. I regret that I was too much of a goody goody cheapskate to invest in buying one of them, but not so much of a goody goody that I didn't read it. Instead, I bought a copy of his less-controversial "Pnin," which he was gracious enough to autograph for me.I guess some family secrets are never told...
“This is slavery, not to speak one's thought.” ― Euripides, The Phoenician Women
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Remembering Vladimir Nabokov
Just found out, by reading my cousin Savtadotty's blog, that she had been a student of Vladimir Nabokov: