Like Despair, this novel hinges on a sleight of hand. In the case of Despair, the narrator failed to see things as clearly as we, the readers, could. In The Eye, the narrator carries out a substitution trick a short while into the book,something I only started to suspect towards the end. I'm not quite clever enough for Nabokov, but I hope to improve. Along the way, there's the expected but nonetheless delectable mix of verbal pyrotechnics and many a startling, searching insight into love, obsession, identity and volition.
Not quite clever for Nabokov?...hmmm..not sure if anyone would agree. Lets clear that Nabokov shelf in bookworm fast!!
Hmm, I wonder if this is the book mentioned in 'Dont Stand so Close to Me' by the Police...
That's a reference to Lolita.
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