#80 -- "Bend Sinister" by Vladimir Nabokov
I should probably get myself to read "Lolita" soon, since it's languished on my bookshelf forever and ever while I read a whole bunch of less famous Nabokov novels. We'll see. Maybe soon.
Parts of this one are Nabokov at his best; parts are Nabokov getting way too cute. I was repeatedly reminded of that Updike quote about writing "ecstatically," and not just because it's pasted on the cover of every one of Vladdy's paperbacks; the best parts of "Bend Sinister" drive that line home. It's amazing to watch. Read. Whatever.
But then... other sections just slog. It reminded me a bit of Kazuo Ishiguro's "The Unconsoled" (which I still haven't finished) -- at times gripping and fun to read, and at times just irritating.
Ok. "Lolita" soon! This I vow.