Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977)
Author of Lolita
About the Author
Vladimir Vladimirovich Nobokov was born April 22, 1899 in St. Petersburg, Russia to a wealthy family. He attended Trinity College, Cambridge. When he left Russia, he moved to Paris and eventually to the United States in 1940. He taught at Wellesley College and Cornell University. Nobokov is revered show more as one of the great American novelists of the 20th Century. Before he moved to the United States, he wrote under the pseudonym Vladimir Serin. Among those titles, were Mashenka, his first novel and Invitation to a Beheading. The first book he wrote in English was The Real Life of Sebastian Knight. He is best know for his work Lolita which was made into a movie in 1962. In addition to novels, he also wrote poetry and short stories. He was a finalist for the National Book Award for Fiction seven times, but never won it. Nabokov died July 2, 1977. show less
Disambiguation Notice:
Note that Nabokov/Sirin published two works called Соглядатай 'The spy': a novella first published in the émigré journal Sovremennye zapiski in 1930 and translated into English as The Eye, and a story collection including the novella published as a book in Paris in 1938. The latter has recently been republished by the Russian company Azbuka as Совершенство 'Perfection,' the name of one of the stories. If there are any LT copies of the 1938 collection, they should be combined with Совершенство [Sovershenstvo].
Image credit: Vladimir Nabokov, 1 mai 1975
Series
Works by Vladimir Nabokov
Novels and Memoirs 1941-1951 : The Real Life of Sebastian Knight / Bend Sinister / Speak, Memory (1996) 374 copies, 2 reviews
Novels 1969–1974: Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle / Transparent Things / Look at the Harlequins! (1996) 320 copies, 1 review
Dear Bunny, Dear Volodya: The Nabokov-Wilson Letters, 1940-1971, Revised and Expanded Edition (1979) — Author — 286 copies
Think, Write, Speak: Uncollected Essays, Reviews, Interviews, and Letters to the Editor (2019) 130 copies, 2 reviews
Notes on Prosody; From the Commentary to the Author's Translation of Pushkin's Eugene Onegin (Bollingen Series, 72) (1969) 50 copies
De Amerikaanse romans Deel 1 1941-1962 22 copies
Een liefde voor Proust : Op zoek naar de verloren tijd in 22 leeservaringen (2002) 19 copies, 1 review
Verzamelde verhalen 1 15 copies
Verhalen. 2 14 copies
Nine stories 7 copies
De kunst van het vertalen / Vladimir Nabokov. De kunst van het niet-vertalen / Robbert-Jan Henkes en Erik Bindervoet (2005) 7 copies
First Love 5 copies
Стихи 4 copies
"That in Aleppo Once...": A Story 4 copies
Gesammelte Werke. Band 12: Späte Romane: Durchsichtige Dinge. Sieh doch die Harlekine!: BD 12 (2002) 4 copies
Круг: Рассказ 4 copies
Vladimir Nabokov. Sobranie sochinenij russkogo perioda v 5 tomah. Tom 1. 1918-1925. Rasskazy. Nikolka (2000) 4 copies
Лев Толстой 4 copies
Пушкин, или правда и правдоподобие 4 copies
Solus Rex [short story] 3 copies
Хват 3 copies
Sobranie sochinenii amerikanskogo perioda v piati tomakh: Stoletie so dnia rozhdeniia, 1899-1999 (Russian Edition) (1997) 3 copies, 1 review
Natasha (story in The New Yorker) 3 copies
Том 3: Дар / Отчаяние 2 copies
Mashenka / Lolita 2 copies
Revue Europe 791 : Vladimir Nabokov — Contributor — 2 copies
Sobranie sochinenii russkogo perioda v piati tomakh: Stoletie so dnia rozhdeniia : 1899-1999 (Russian Edition) (2000) 2 copies, 1 review
Пьесы 2 copies
Anniversary notes 2 copies
Stories 2 copies
Vier gedichten 2 copies
Эссе и стихи из журнала "Карусель" 2 copies
Семь стихотворений. 1953 2 copies
Die Klingel 2 copies
Памяти И. В. Гессена 2 copies
A Russian Beauty [short story] 2 copies
Василий Шишков: Рассказ 2 copies
Родина: стихотворение 2 copies
Университетская поэма 2 copies
Первое стихотворение 1 copy
Качурину: Стихи 1 copy
Пасхальный дождь: Рассказ 1 copy
О правителях: Стихотворения 1 copy
Обида. Лебеда: Рассказы 1 copy
Обида 1 copy
Писатели и эпоха 1 copy
Письма В.Набокова к Гессенам 1 copy
Посещение музея: Рассказы 1 copy
Письмо к А.В. Амфитеатрову 1 copy
Письма к Глебу Струве 1 copy
Письма к В.Ф. Маркову 1 copy
Письма Набокова 1 copy
Родина. К России: стихи 1 copy
Ланселот: Рассказ 1 copy
Из архива В.В. Набокова 1 copy
Пошляки и пошлость 1 copy
Письма П.А. Перцову 1 copy
Месть: Рассказ 1 copy
Письмо к С. В. Потресову 1 copy
Романы. Рассказы. Эссе 1 copy
На мели 1 copy
Символы Роу 1 copy
Король, дама, валет : Роман 1 copy
Слава: Стихотворение 1 copy
ナボコフの塊――エッセイ集1921-1975 1 copy
В Египте: Стихотворение 1 copy
Парижская поэма: Стихи 1 copy
Случайность: Рассказ 1 copy
Перо: Стихотворение 1 copy
Крым: Стихотворения 1 copy
Весна: Стихотворение 1 copy
Подлец 1 copy
Стихи голкипера Набокова 1 copy
Петербург 1 copy
Рассказы 1 copy
Стихи разных лет 1 copy
Лирика 1 copy
Читатели рождены свободными 1 copy
Удар крыла: Рассказ 1 copy
Три шахматных сонета 1 copy
Стихотворения. Рассказы 1 copy
Два Стихотворения 1 copy
Королёк 1 copy
Лолита (Russian Edition) 1 copy
Отчаяние (Russian Edition) 1 copy
Terra Incognita 1 copy
Катастрофа: Рассказ 1 copy
دعوة إلى جلسة قطع الرأس 1 copy
Nabokov Vladimir 1 copy
The Potato Elf [short story] 1 copy
De verhalen 1 copy
Verzamelde verhalen 1 copy
Théâtre 1 copy
Cinco poemas 1 copy
PNIN. Vol 72 SALVAT 1 copy
Wanhoop 1 copy
Agenda literaria 2018 1 copy
On Metamorphosis 1 copy
The Complete Short Stories 1 copy
Einzelheiten eines Sonnenuntergangs: Sämtliche Erzählungen 1921 bis 1932 (German Edition) (2021) 1 copy
Ulven kommer 1 copy
Marcel Proust (1871-1922) 1 copy
Het woord 1 copy
Leben erfinden 1 copy
De haven 1 copy
Poezie uit "De Gave" 1 copy
Erwin: een sprookje 1 copy
Dubbelpraat 1 copy
De autoweg 1 copy
De aanzeggers 1 copy
De swaluw 1 copy
Stikhotvoreniia i poemy 1 copy
The Leonardo [short story] 1 copy
Portrait of my mother 1 copy
Victor Meets Pnin 1 copy
Pnin's Day 1 copy
Exile 1 copy
Gardens and Parks 1 copy
Lantern Slides 1 copy
Tamara 1 copy
Colette 1 copy
Lips to Lips [short story] 1 copy
Portrait of my Uncle 1 copy
A Forgotten Poet: A Story 1 copy
On Discovering a Butterfly 1 copy
A Poem 1 copy
The Refrigerator Awakes 1 copy
Torpid Smoke [short story] 1 copy
Исакий: Стихотворения 1 copy
ナボコフ・コレクション ルージン・ディフェンス 密偵 1 copy
King, Queen, Knave 1 copy
Maïakovski. Poemas 1 copy
ナボコフ・コレクション 賜物 父の蝶 1 copy
Стихотворения (1929-1951) 1 copy
Из литературного наследия 1 copy
Адмиралтейская игла 1 copy
К России: Стихотворения 1 copy
Случайность. Драка: Рассказы 1 copy
Заметки переводчика 1 copy
Второе добавление к "Дару" 1 copy
Воспоминания 1 copy
Дракон: Рассказ 1 copy
Gargalhada na escurid©Đo 1 copy
La doppia vita 1 copy
Eseji Prust Kafka 1 copy
Letters to Véra 1 copy
TriQuarterly COVER STORY "FOR VLADIMIR NABOKOV ON HIS 70th BIRTHDAY" ( WINTER 1979, NUMBER 17 ) 1 copy
Sabrane priče II 1 copy
Tiếng cười trong bóng tối 1 copy
Vrajitorul 1 copy
L’invitation au supplice 1 copy
Contos completos - Volume 1 1 copy
infaza Çağrı 1 copy
RARE Vladimir Nabokov's QUARTET - stories - 1st/1st HCDJ 1966 - Lolita - fine [Hardcover] unknown (1980) 1 copy
Esej o Džojsu 1 copy
CAIXA NABOKOV 1 copy
Christmas [short story] 1 copy
[Textures of time : a dream experiment, by Vladimir Nabokov. TLS, October 31, 2014, pp.13-16.] 1 copy
Solgun ate 1 copy
Priglashenie na kazn'. Drugie berega. Zaschita Luzhina. Kamera obskura. Dar (Knizhnaya polka) (2006) 1 copy
FTESË PËR NDËSHKIM 1 copy
İnfaza Çağrı 1 copy
Podvig 1 copy
Associated Works
A Hero of Our Time (1840) — Afterword, some editions; Translator, some editions — 4,218 copies, 70 reviews
The Story and Its Writer: An Introduction to Short Fiction (1976) — Contributor — 1,214 copies, 3 reviews
Fierce Pajamas: An Anthology of Humor Writing from The New Yorker (2001) — Contributor — 788 copies, 5 reviews
The World of the Short Story: A 20th Century Collection (1986) — Contributor — 511 copies, 4 reviews
World Poetry: An Anthology of Verse from Antiquity to Our Time (1998) — Contributor — 497 copies, 2 reviews
American Poetry: The Twentieth Century, Volume Two: E. E. Cummings to May Swenson (2000) — Contributor — 442 copies, 1 review
You've Got to Read This: Contemporary American Writers Introduce Stories that Held Them in Awe (1994) — Contributor — 413 copies, 3 reviews
The Art of the Tale: An International Anthology of Short Stories (1986) — Contributor — 383 copies, 3 reviews
Drinking, Smoking and Screwing: Great Writers on Good Times (1994) — Contributor — 353 copies, 5 reviews
American Fantastic Tales : Terror and the Uncanny from the 1940's to Now (2009) — Contributor — 298 copies, 5 reviews
The Song of Igor's Campaign, An Epic of the Twelfth Century (1800) — Translator, some editions — 247 copies, 3 reviews
The Vintage Book of Amnesia: An Anthology of Writing on the Subject of Memory Loss (2000) — Contributor — 227 copies, 2 reviews
The Delighted States: A Book of Novels, Romances, & Their Unknown Translators, Containing Ten Languages, Set on Four Continents, & Accompanied by ... Illustrations, & a Variety of… (2007) 187 copies, 4 reviews
The Graphic Canon, Vol. 3: From Heart of Darkness to Hemingway to Infinite Jest (2013) — Contributor — 162 copies, 1 review
The Norton Anthology of American Literature, Volume 2: 1865 to Present (1979) — Contributor, some editions — 135 copies
Eugene Onegin: A Novel in Verse, Vol. 2; Commentary and Index (1991) — Translator, some editions — 110 copies, 3 reviews
Great Short Stories: Russian, Japanese, American, Irish, French, English (2007) — Contributor — 36 copies
Penguins 60s Classics (Loose as the Wind; Now Remember; Florence Nightingale; Rumpole and the Younger Generation; Elephant Tales; Scenes from Havian Life; Less is More Please;… (1996) — Contributor; Contributor — 12 copies
The Bitter air of exile : Russian writers in the West, 1922-1972 (1977) — Contributor — 10 copies, 1 review
Nabokov's Fifth Arc: Nabokov and Others on His Life's Work (The Dan Danciger Publication Series) (1982) — Contributor — 7 copies
Sylvia Plath's Tomato Soup Cake: A Compendium of Classic Authors' Favourite Recipes (2024) — Contributor — 6 copies
De mooiste verhalen van James Baldwin, John Berger, Jorge Luis Borges, Jane Bowles, Joseph Brodsky, Charles Bukowski, Wi (1990) — Contributor — 6 copies
Gefährliche Ferien - Bretagne und Atlantikküste: mit Martin Walker und vielen anderen (detebe) (2019) — Contributor — 1 copy
Tagged
Common Knowledge
- Legal name
- Nabokov, Vladimir Vladimirovich
- Other names
- Darkbloom, Vivian
Sirin, V. - Birthdate
- 1899-04-22
- Date of death
- 1977-07-02
- Gender
- male
- Education
- Home education
Tenishev school, St. Petersburg, Russia
University of Cambridge (Trinity College) (B.A. Zoology, Slavic and Romance languages) (1922) - Occupations
- novelist
teacher
entomologist
lepidopterist
university professor - Organizations
- Harvard University
Wellesley College
Cornell University
Museum of Comparative Zoology
Olympia Press - Awards and honors
- American National Medal for Literature (1973)
American Academy of Arts and Letters Academy Award (Literature, 1951) - Relationships
- Nabokov, Vladimir Dmitrievich (father)
Nabokov, Dmitri (son)
Wonlar-Larsky, Nadine (aunt)
Felsen, Yuri (colleague) - Nationality
- Russia (birth)
USA (naturalized) - Birthplace
- St. Petersburg, Russian Empire
- Places of residence
- St. Petersburg, Russian Empire
Berlin, Germany
Paris, Île-de-France, France
Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA
Montreux, Switzerland
Ithaca, New York, USA (show all 10)
New York, New York, USA
Ashland, Oregon, USA
Livadiya, Crimea, Ukrainian People's Republic
England, UK - Place of death
- Montreux, Switzerland
- Burial location
- Clarens Cemetery, Montreux, Switzerland
- Disambiguation notice
- Note that Nabokov/Sirin published two works called Соглядатай 'The spy': a novella first published in the émigré journal Sovremennye zapiski in 1930 and translated into English as The Eye, and a story collection including the novella published as a book in Paris in 1938. The latter has recently been republished by the Russian company Azbuka as Совершенство 'Perfection,' the name of one of the stories. If there are any LT copies of the 1938 collection, they should be combined with Совершенство [Sovershenstvo].
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Reviews
this is the great american novel. no prose will ever be able to touch what nabokov does here; the final sequence was particularly riveting, but then, so was the whole thing - the tennis! the road tripping! and yes, even the horrifying parts, the parts that i seriously struggled to read. i suspect the trick to understanding this book is that H.H. doesn't really love lolita - he loves himself, and he loves what she adds to his self-image. when that fractures, the whole world fractures; he show more can't parse life when he is no longer the person he thought he was, and suddenly all the rules of the game are void. he knows that he's a monster and what else can a monster do? when it goes off the rails, it's thrilling. villain of all time. show less
Well.
It's a strange experience to enjoy a book that society tells you to hate. Yes, the subject matter is horrific, but, I mean...no one flipped out on Robert Louis Stevenson when he wrote Jekyll and Hyde. (Or maybe they did. I wasn't there.) Anyway, Nabokov's prose is exquisitely sensual, and not just when the narrator is talking about nymphets. It really is a master class in setting a mood through descriptions of the mundane. (And Jeremy Irons's dulcet tones didn't hurt, either.)
Prose show more aside, I do have a few complaints, namely uneven pacing and the most anticlimactic ending I've read in a long time. It really fizzled to a close and focused on characters that just didn't matter, which was a total disappointment.
Am I glad I read it? Yes. Would I read it again? No. It was kind of a slog. A beautiful one, but still.
For everyone who says the book is terrible and Nabokov is terrible and blah blah blah -- I don't know anything about the author's personal life or proclivities, but the book makes it enormously clear that Humbert's actions are reprehensibly harmful. He knows it the entire time. He says it himself! There's no romanticizing of pedophilia. The narrator is the first to say that he's a mentally ill beast. I think that's what makes the book so interesting. He's an unlikable narrator who knows exactly how terrible he is and doesn't give a shit. But no one is going to read this and be like, hey, Humbert, great idea. show less
It's a strange experience to enjoy a book that society tells you to hate. Yes, the subject matter is horrific, but, I mean...no one flipped out on Robert Louis Stevenson when he wrote Jekyll and Hyde. (Or maybe they did. I wasn't there.) Anyway, Nabokov's prose is exquisitely sensual, and not just when the narrator is talking about nymphets. It really is a master class in setting a mood through descriptions of the mundane. (And Jeremy Irons's dulcet tones didn't hurt, either.)
Prose show more aside, I do have a few complaints, namely uneven pacing and the most anticlimactic ending I've read in a long time. It really fizzled to a close and focused on characters that just didn't matter, which was a total disappointment.
Am I glad I read it? Yes. Would I read it again? No. It was kind of a slog. A beautiful one, but still.
This is simply a beautifully-written memoir. I let myself be carried away by the luxurious prose, not stopping to look up the words I didn’t know (the most in any book I’ve read recently). A recurrent theme is homesickness. If you’re even more envious by nature than the rest of us are, you’ll oscillate between outrage at the matter-of-fact way Nabokov recounts his aristocratic childhood or satisfaction when all is swept away by the Russian Revolution. But it’s not the kind of show more nostalgic yearning that makes one wish things had gone differently and that one were still cushioned in that privileged world. Nabokov is self-aware enough to know that it is that constant sense of loss that made him the writer he became.
The book’s structure is loosely chronological, but each of the fifteen chapters centers on one aspect of the first fifty years of his life. One chapter explores the beginning of Nabokov’s lifelong passion for lepidoptery. He spends another entire chapter describing the composition of his first poem, followed immediately by another on his first romance (the sequence is telling, albeit not unusual).
Despite the political involvement of his father, a hero to Nabokov, there is little political discussion in the book. Like his father, Nabokov was both anti-Tsarist and anti-Bolshevik. In the chapter in which he describes his years at Cambridge, he recounts the fruitless discussions with a classmate whom he calls Nesbit, an English socialist with a romantic view of Lenin. Even worse for Nabokov is that his anti-Bolshevism led to his being taken up by the ultraconservatives.
But literature, not politics, was his calling. I enjoyed his identification of the untrammeled extension of time (in contrast to cramped space) that was the fundamental property of Cambridge. Without being a fetishist about the stones of the pavement or walls, he was conscious of the proximity to Milton, Marvell, and other aspiring writers who had been there before him.
The book is dedicated to his wife, Véra, and in the last chapters, which are set in the time after they married, he addresses remarks to her, such as: “In the spring of 1929, you and I went butterfly hunting in the Pyrenees” (281).
The books ends just as his years in Europe do, on the eve of the fall of France, as he, his wife, and their son are about to board the ship that would take them to America. It felt like an appropriate place to bring this extended meditation on memory to its close. show less
The book’s structure is loosely chronological, but each of the fifteen chapters centers on one aspect of the first fifty years of his life. One chapter explores the beginning of Nabokov’s lifelong passion for lepidoptery. He spends another entire chapter describing the composition of his first poem, followed immediately by another on his first romance (the sequence is telling, albeit not unusual).
Despite the political involvement of his father, a hero to Nabokov, there is little political discussion in the book. Like his father, Nabokov was both anti-Tsarist and anti-Bolshevik. In the chapter in which he describes his years at Cambridge, he recounts the fruitless discussions with a classmate whom he calls Nesbit, an English socialist with a romantic view of Lenin. Even worse for Nabokov is that his anti-Bolshevism led to his being taken up by the ultraconservatives.
But literature, not politics, was his calling. I enjoyed his identification of the untrammeled extension of time (in contrast to cramped space) that was the fundamental property of Cambridge. Without being a fetishist about the stones of the pavement or walls, he was conscious of the proximity to Milton, Marvell, and other aspiring writers who had been there before him.
The book is dedicated to his wife, Véra, and in the last chapters, which are set in the time after they married, he addresses remarks to her, such as: “In the spring of 1929, you and I went butterfly hunting in the Pyrenees” (281).
The books ends just as his years in Europe do, on the eve of the fall of France, as he, his wife, and their son are about to board the ship that would take them to America. It felt like an appropriate place to bring this extended meditation on memory to its close. show less
I almost don't want to try and sort out exactly how I feel about this book, because I don't want to give it that degree of attention now that I've finished. If the book is hard for me to process, the reviews of it are maybe even worse. Yes, of course, the prose is elegant. Yes, the perspective is unique and sickeningly... well, interesting, for lack of a better word. No, I do not understand why people call it a love story. I am truly baffled by how many times I've seen the word "tender" used show more to describe it. I think I'd give it one star for my opinion of it, so I'll give it an extra star for the skill in writing.
Have I ever read a character as self-indulgent and self-pitying as Humbert Humbert? Poor Humbert, poor meek, abject, massive, pathetic, desperate clawed Humbert, simultaneously a monster and a hero in his own mind, turned on by the ankles and skin and "stippled armpit" of a twelve-year-old girl who picks her nose while he makes her sit on his naked erection. He fantasizes about having sex with his own future daughter and granddaughter, congratulating himself on how "tender" he is, how great a "father," how miserable and courageous. He craves Lolita, but that is not the same as love. He hurts her, physically and emotionally, routinely and deliberately. That is not tenderness. It's abuse.
He may even actually love her—how would I know?—but that does not make this story a story about love. It is the story of an intensely troubled adult man who rapes his twelve-year-old stepdaughter, taking her hostage around the entire country, lying in bed listening to her cry as soon as he feigns sleep every night for two years. It's the story of obsession and total self-absorption. Frankly, looking at the real-world reception of the book, I think it's the story of everything and everyone that is casually sacrificed to the "art" of the "White Widowed Male." Because as it says in the pseudonymous foreword of the book, actually just part of the book, written by Nabokov as John Ray, Jr.:
"The learned may . . . [assert] that 'H.H.'s impassioned confession is a tempest in a test tube; that at least 12 percent of American males—a 'conservative' estimate according to Dr. Blanche Schwarzman (verbal communication)—enjoy yearly, in one way or another, the special experience 'H.H.' describes with such despair; that had our demented diarist gone, in the fatal summer of 1947, to a competent psychopathologist, there would have been no disaster; but then, neither would there have been this book."
Equal tragedies, apparently. Because what's the life of a girl compared to Art? show less
Have I ever read a character as self-indulgent and self-pitying as Humbert Humbert? Poor Humbert, poor meek, abject, massive, pathetic, desperate clawed Humbert, simultaneously a monster and a hero in his own mind, turned on by the ankles and skin and "stippled armpit" of a twelve-year-old girl who picks her nose while he makes her sit on his naked erection. He fantasizes about having sex with his own future daughter and granddaughter, congratulating himself on how "tender" he is, how great a "father," how miserable and courageous. He craves Lolita, but that is not the same as love. He hurts her, physically and emotionally, routinely and deliberately. That is not tenderness. It's abuse.
He may even actually love her—how would I know?—but that does not make this story a story about love. It is the story of an intensely troubled adult man who rapes his twelve-year-old stepdaughter, taking her hostage around the entire country, lying in bed listening to her cry as soon as he feigns sleep every night for two years. It's the story of obsession and total self-absorption. Frankly, looking at the real-world reception of the book, I think it's the story of everything and everyone that is casually sacrificed to the "art" of the "White Widowed Male." Because as it says in the pseudonymous foreword of the book, actually just part of the book, written by Nabokov as John Ray, Jr.:
"The learned may . . . [assert] that 'H.H.'s impassioned confession is a tempest in a test tube; that at least 12 percent of American males—a 'conservative' estimate according to Dr. Blanche Schwarzman (verbal communication)—enjoy yearly, in one way or another, the special experience 'H.H.' describes with such despair; that had our demented diarist gone, in the fatal summer of 1947, to a competent psychopathologist, there would have been no disaster; but then, neither would there have been this book."
Equal tragedies, apparently. Because what's the life of a girl compared to Art? show less
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