When Nabokov came to Gettysburg
I’m a longtime Nabokov nut, and am going through one of my recurrent Vladimanias. In the last month I’ve read, by the man himself, Nabokov’s Quartet, Nabokov’s Dozen, Strong Opinions, and Speak, Memory; Dear Bunny, Dear Volodya, his collected correspondence with Edmund Wilson (another old favorite, the full reading of whom is likewise a lifetime project), and Alex Beam’s The Feud, a lightweight but comprehensive history of the two writers’ long friendship and terrible falling