Sudden rush of blood and throbbing of veins at the rare sight of Nabokov’s work; an eternal love born after a passionate introduction at Landmark, Gurgaon through his masterpiece Lolita. I had devoured the pages of Lolita, the epitome of female deification, savoring every word of the beautiful language. I have further introduced my passion to many, but much to my chagrin, it has been scorned at by many as “porn”. Nabokov has the dexterous ability of juxtaposing two sentences: one that might be describes as soft porn but the very next sentence so deep that it would overshadow all preceding remarks. Most people i believe fail to read the second sentence.
Two years hence, a reunion at Landmark, Mumbai: “The Gift”- a present to myself. Am totally smitten by the cover (Vintage), a masterpiece of art that has so aptly captured every dimension of the plot about a man who dreams of writing a novel and is passionate about lepidoptera (butterflies & moths). The cover depicts a net trapping a butterfly and the space between is filled with a phantasmagorical image of a typewriter and pages emerging from it. The golden glow around the typewriter, highlighted by the dull blue background, reflects how writing/ thoughts/ dreams possess the power to illuminate our lives. Printed over the golden rectangle is the line:
“[Nabokov] is in a class by himself”.- The Atlantic
- The 8 Best Nabokov Novels | Book Reviews by Massey (petergalenmassey.com)
- Nabokov’s fancy prose style (anglozine.wordpress.com)