By Vladimir Nabokov
From the author who surprised and extremely joyful the realm along with his novels Lolita, faded Fire,
and Ada, or Ardor, and such a lot of others, comes an impressive selection of tales. Written among the Twenties and Fifties, those sixty-five tales--eleven of which were translated into English for the 1st time--display the entire colours of Nabokov's mind's eye. they vary from sprightly fables to bittersweet stories of loss, from claustrophobic routines in horror to a connoisseur's samplings of the desk of human folly. learn as a complete, The tales of Vladimir Nabokov bargains and intoxicating draft of the master's genius, his devious wit, and his skill to show language into an software of ecstasy.
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