tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post1194089227782381730..comments2024-03-18T15:17:26.003-05:00Comments on l'astronave: Look Who's Reading Nabokov Frescahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323129046492056942noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-46643104223779560532015-10-25T12:37:43.396-05:002015-10-25T12:37:43.396-05:00Oh, darn, Michael, I was hoping you could magicall...Oh, darn, Michael, I was hoping you could magically identify the pencil anyway. I'll keep an eye out for a clearer shot--the detectives are always writing stuff down (often in darling little notebooks).<br /><br />Yes, I thought of you and Elaine reading Nabokov when I saw Hutch was too. :)<br /><br />I remember the summer I was ten finding a book by Frank Harris (I suppose it was <i>My Life and Loves</i>) on the shelves of an apartment my parents were renting in NYC.<br />I did not put it away or tell my parents, but read it in secret. Not as literary as Lolita, as I recall...<br />Frexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13191192404386975664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-56364395703883142772015-10-25T12:31:55.031-05:002015-10-25T12:31:55.031-05:00I love this kind of stuff. I just wish the pencil ...I love this kind of stuff. I just wish the pencil in the other post were identifiable.<br /><br />I remember when my children found a copy of <i>Lolita</i> on the shelves when we were staying at someone's house. They might have been twelve and ten. They began reading and soon decided they'd better put this book away. And then they told us about it. I remember one or both of them reciting the first sentence, kind of gleefully.<br /><br />Elaine and I are now reading <i>Ada</i>, which she describes as “<i>Lolita</i> on steroids.”<br /><br />Michael Leddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05547732736861224886noreply@blogger.com