Invitation to a Beheading
by Vladimir NabokovTranslated by Dmitri Nabokov
Though not quite finished yet with the Sholokhov book yet, I picked up another, quite different Russian novel in the Bridgehampton used book store yesterday; I was so enchanted by a quick look at the author's preface (and on the basis of my past experience with Nabokovia) that I wanted to dig into it right away. I will let the Don flow along at its steady pace, and finish reading about it in good time.
Later that evening
Just a few pages into Chapter One, and the revelations are flying fast and furious. I can see both why reviewers would have compared it to Kafka, and why Nabokov would have denied the comparison. On page 12 (the second page of text) is a beautiful description of Cincinnatus' life as a nearly-finished novel.
Spent today mostly thinking about Cincinnatus' crime.
I'm trying to figure out what's the point of loathing Cincinnatus.
Reading about Cincinnatus and Emmie made me think of Humbert and Lo.
I felt a shock of recognition today as I read the final sentence in Cincinnatus' diary.