Nabokov

Is there a more titanic name in literature? Not from my piquant gaze. I have begun Inivtation to the Beheading. It is one of his emigfre novels penned in France in the late 30s after the Reich became too visible a threat to Vera and vitality. It is sanguine and in its introduction to the english version, translated masterfully by his son Mitya, Nabokov claims that he hadn't yet heard of Kafka when he penned this nightmare. He also delivers a wayward slash to Orwell and his level of entertainment. For what its worth Eric Blair was in fact recovering from being shot through the neck in the Spanish Civil War at the time of this novel.

Such is neither.