by Vladimir Nabokov, Christopher Lane
It's not like the Nabokov I know to write a Russian book, but despite its Berlin setting, this is a very Russian book. There's a Dostoyevsky-like dinner scene, mentions of revolutions and Cossacks, stealing money from drawers and of course plenty of drunkenness. It's strange to get so much of it fro...
Nabokov's first novel is a thinly fictionalized account of his first serious love affair. He then presented it as straight autobiography in one of the chapters of Speak, Memory, and finally did another, heavily stylized, fictional version in Ada. I wonder if he would have returned to this theme agai...