“The most concentrated distillation of [Nabokov’s] creativity”
Nabokov wanted his last, unfinished work destroyed. Should his son get out the matches? (Two views.)
Nabokov wanted his last, unfinished work destroyed. Should his son get out the matches? (Two views.)
So smart and engaging is Jennifer Michael Hecht’s Doubt: A History that it’ll be twice as thick and cumbersome to lug around once I’m finished reading. I keep turning down the bottom corner of every other page. James Hynes, an atheist and fellow fan of Twain’s Letters from the Earth, calls the book a “wonderful popular history of skepticism, from . . .
Scott Horton sees the influence of Dickens’ Bleak House in a minor Melville story and beyond.
If David Foster Wallace’s next novel is going to include an IRS agent, this tax geek might have to read it.
I like the dictionary wall. (Thanks, GMB.) But does the fetishistic use of books as art and other objects signal their obsolescence?