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…which is another term for authentic art. So said Nabokov, in his lectures on Don Quixote (Harvest/HBJ, 1983), whose birthday was honored yesterday. A pleasant synchronicity, I happened to have read aloud, on our drive back from Virginia, the evening before Spring in Fialta. (A text online here.)
Segur complained to me about the weather, and [...]

In Paradox Americana, San Francisco Bay Guardian online, Paul Reidinger writes about the novel, and literary forms, getting at the everlasting issue of Shouldn’t the content determine the form vs. but then who would read it if it didn’t take (that is, be forced into) the form of a novel. And about why the everlasting [...]