Vladimir Nabokov, Butterfly Hunter.  (Ithica, NY, 1958; photograph by Carl Mydans)

“Dostoevski’s lack of taste, his monotonous dealings with persons suffering with pre-Freudian complexes, the way he has of wallowing in the tragic misadventures of human dignity- all this is difficult to admire.  I do not like this trick his characters have of “sinning their way to Jesus” or, as a Russian author Ivan Bunin put it more bluntly, “spilling Jesus all over the place.”

- Nabokov lecture on Dostoevsky and discussion of sentimentalism.  

I love to read Dostoevsky and don’t agree with Nabokov, but I also love reading great author’s diss on other established, great authors.

A side note:  I’m sorry for the lack of posts on my Tumblr over the past couple of weeks.  The semester is ending, I have a couple of research papers I’m working on, and a bunch of fantastic personal problems I won’t be sharing here.  Wait and I will post more…