Glory 
I had never heard of this novel by Nabokov before I saw it in a used book pile. The author tells us in a foreword that this was one of his nine Russian novels, his fifth written in Russian (1932). The Russian title was Podvig, which means roughly gallant feat or high deed. Its a story of a rarity a person whose dreams come true. But who needs ...relief from the itch of being!In this quasi-autobiographical novel, a young mans family circumstances are such that hes been a world traveler since he
Nabokovs kaleidoscopic coming-ofage novel Glory was written in Russian in 1932, and later translated into English by son Dmitri in the seventies, under the supervision of father, author and observant reporter, Vladimir. Basically two veins being explored here. One the familiar theme of first-love / love-lost & consequent melancholy that comprises the vocational aspirations of every Sensitive Youth.And the other, the Mise-en-Scène-- itself a complex place-shifting and time-juggling looking

A long time ago Ivan, a dear stranger who has a lovely blog - Nabokolia, asked me to write a small piece on Nabokov. Being a master procrastinator it took me ages to finally finish this little piece of, lets say, gentle lunacy. Job, life and other trivia interfered and then today, I paused between three deadlines and decided to finish what I had meant to do more than two years ago. Where do I begin? In Luga? Kaluga? Ladoga? Where, when? I have devoured fiendishly, ravenously nearly all his
very unexpected - lovely to read however.reread: quite brilliant but with the subject... it's just inherently not all that compelling. so i've got to disagree with nabokov's assessment of it being his 3rd best novel, but still worth reading and worth reading carefully.
3.5 stars. Review pending.I left that whole "Review pending" thing up there for a reason, or, more accurately a sort of disclaimer. You see, as I'm reading I'm also generally putting together a very rough outline of my to-be-written review. Unfortunately, when I wait even a week to write said review and read even a single other book in that time, I completely forget what I would have written. So this is one of those: a review half-salvaged from the fog of a full week's passing.What do I know? I
Calm, quiet, mystical, and with just "a touch of the fantastic," this is distinctly different Nabokov, yet still with the recognizable voice of the master. As usual, the language is perfection, this time picturesquely evocative of nature and its mysteries. The mood begins with ironic comedy then evolves toward a fulfilling melancholy, taking it's glorious time along the way. At the end, the story simply disappears with a quiet starkness you will not forget.Glory does not suffer in comparison
Vladimir Nabokov
Paperback | Pages: 224 pages Rating: 3.7 | 2069 Users | 148 Reviews

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| Original Title: | Подвиг |
| ISBN: | 0679727248 (ISBN13: 9780679727248) |
| Edition Language: | English |
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Glory is the wryly ironic story of Martin Edelweiss, a twenty-two-year-old Russian émigré of no account, who is in love with a girl who refuses to marry him. Convinced that his life is about to be wasted and hoping to impress his love, he embarks on a "perilous, daredevil project"--an illegal attempt to re-enter the Soviet Union, from which he and his mother had fled in 1919. He succeeds--but at a terrible cost.Point Epithetical Books Glory
| Title | : | Glory |
| Author | : | Vladimir Nabokov |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Anniversary Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 224 pages |
| Published | : | November 5th 1991 by Vintage (first published 1931) |
| Categories | : | Fiction. Cultural. Russia. Classics. Literature. Russian Literature. Novels |
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A very early and rather romantic Nabokov. A young man's novel, but surprisingly powerful, and full of Russian romanticism and melancholy.I had never heard of this novel by Nabokov before I saw it in a used book pile. The author tells us in a foreword that this was one of his nine Russian novels, his fifth written in Russian (1932). The Russian title was Podvig, which means roughly gallant feat or high deed. Its a story of a rarity a person whose dreams come true. But who needs ...relief from the itch of being!In this quasi-autobiographical novel, a young mans family circumstances are such that hes been a world traveler since he
Nabokovs kaleidoscopic coming-ofage novel Glory was written in Russian in 1932, and later translated into English by son Dmitri in the seventies, under the supervision of father, author and observant reporter, Vladimir. Basically two veins being explored here. One the familiar theme of first-love / love-lost & consequent melancholy that comprises the vocational aspirations of every Sensitive Youth.And the other, the Mise-en-Scène-- itself a complex place-shifting and time-juggling looking

A long time ago Ivan, a dear stranger who has a lovely blog - Nabokolia, asked me to write a small piece on Nabokov. Being a master procrastinator it took me ages to finally finish this little piece of, lets say, gentle lunacy. Job, life and other trivia interfered and then today, I paused between three deadlines and decided to finish what I had meant to do more than two years ago. Where do I begin? In Luga? Kaluga? Ladoga? Where, when? I have devoured fiendishly, ravenously nearly all his
very unexpected - lovely to read however.reread: quite brilliant but with the subject... it's just inherently not all that compelling. so i've got to disagree with nabokov's assessment of it being his 3rd best novel, but still worth reading and worth reading carefully.
3.5 stars. Review pending.I left that whole "Review pending" thing up there for a reason, or, more accurately a sort of disclaimer. You see, as I'm reading I'm also generally putting together a very rough outline of my to-be-written review. Unfortunately, when I wait even a week to write said review and read even a single other book in that time, I completely forget what I would have written. So this is one of those: a review half-salvaged from the fog of a full week's passing.What do I know? I
Calm, quiet, mystical, and with just "a touch of the fantastic," this is distinctly different Nabokov, yet still with the recognizable voice of the master. As usual, the language is perfection, this time picturesquely evocative of nature and its mysteries. The mood begins with ironic comedy then evolves toward a fulfilling melancholy, taking it's glorious time along the way. At the end, the story simply disappears with a quiet starkness you will not forget.Glory does not suffer in comparison


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