One perfect trap after another
By:
A Reader From Talbot Road, London
It's been many years since I read this, and it was the end of a long trail of Nabokov's novels. After several of his novels, you start to get a feel for the beautiful, impossible, exquisite traps that most characters from Vladimir (rhymes with Redeemer, he once said) build for themselves. They usually amount to some kind of hell and perfection (for that character) in equal measure, and for that reason the traps are inescapable.
