Title: Far from his best
Product review: Genius delights in its own genius. Nabokov's verbal brilliance delights in playing games with his characters and their realities. But the greatest Literature touches the heart. And this story has little story and little character and very little to touch the heart. The main character Parsons is one whose heart is fragmented in such a way that we cannot really feel any deep emotion for his fine perceptions. Who cares what happens to him, or what goes on next? One reads only hoping for some spark of the old Nabokean fire which to my mind has burned most brightly in 'Speak Memory' 'Pnin' and 'Ada'. All in all this is very far from his best and however elegant the intricacies of its games it gives off no human warmth whatsoever.
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