Showing posts with label Vladimir Nabokov. Show all posts
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September 23, 2015

Wednesday Writing Wisdom (26) Vladimir Nabokov





“Literature was not born the day when a boy crying "wolf, wolf" came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came crying "wolf, wolf" and there was no wolf behind him.”

Vladimir Nabokov
(1899 - 1977)
Curious facts about 


While living in Berlin, Nabokov wrote for the Russian newspaper, The Rudder, had a number of walk-on appearances in German movies, and was a tutor, a translator, and a tennis instructor.
  Nabokov was an insomniac as addressed in his autobiography, Speak, Memory:
Sleep is the most moronic fraternity in the world, with the heaviest dues and the crudest rituals.


 Nabokov was also a lepidopterist (a specialist in the study of butterflies). 

 Nabokov taught at Stanford, Wellesley, Cornell, and Harvard (as a visiting lecturer), and was a working entomologist at Harvard, where he discovered several species and subspecies of butterflies