Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle
Published two weeks after his seventieth birthday, Ada, or Ardor is one of Nabokov's greatest masterpieces, the glorious culmination of his career as a novelist. It tells a love story troubled by incest. But more: it is also at once a fairy tale, epic, philosophical treatise on the nature of...
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Published two weeks after his seventieth birthday, Ada, or Ardor is one of Nabokov's greatest masterpieces, the glorious culmination of his career as a novelist. It tells a love story troubled by incest. But more: it is also at once a fairy tale, epic, philosophical treatise on the nature of time, parody of the history of the novel, and erotic catalogue. Ada, or Ardor is no less than the supreme work of an imagination at white heat.This is the first American edition to include the extensive and ingeniously sardonic appendix by the author, written under the anagrammatic pseudonym Vivian Darkbloom.
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Format: paperback
ISBN:
9780679725220 (0679725229)
ASIN: 679725229
Publish date: February 19th 1990
Publisher: Vintage
Pages no: 604
Edition language: English
I came to a strange realization while reading this book: that practically every instance I can think of where an author used an unreliable narrator, it's always the same character: he's an intelligent, introspective guy with a slight cynical mean streak, a man with a fairly high opinion of himself (...
bookshelves: fraudio, published-1969, slavic, autumn-2013, amusing, families, incest-agameforallthefamily, fantasy, spring-2015, tbr-busting-2015, lit-richer, classic Read from August 14, 2013 to March 10, 2015 Description: Published two weeks after his seventieth birthday, Ada, or Ardor is one...
There's no "or" about this book: it's Ada and ardour, and it's genius. All right, I'll admit that Mr Nabokov takes some getting into. Accessible he ain't. Delicious, however, delicious he is and this is like a perfect bread pudding: layers coming together to create something you don't know you'll ...
The Proustiest Proust that ever did Nabokov. He lost me...
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