Mockings of the Master Illusionist
Books does not instruct. It is true, of course, tliat "resistance" in a novelist, if unac Mockings of the Master Illusionist companied by an instinct for true values, can be simply a show-biz number (mor Tyrants Destroyed and sian-language past when he went as "V. ally. Mailer and Updike weigh roughly Other Stories Sirin"; and lo, a foreword apprises us the same). But time and again in Up by Vladimir Nabokov that his oeuvre has been accorded a full- dike's stories, you feel an aptitude for McGraw-Hill, 288 pp., $7.95 dress bibliography and reminds us (cryp something better than stylized No! in tically) that he also wrote Lolita. The thunder, a capacity for a more active and Reviewed by Hugh Kenner bang-you're-dead reviewer will lower his earnest address to experience, an interest cocked index and think twice before pro in playing in other than the sad-song ike Oscar Wilde and Charles Kinbote, nouncing stories so sponsored dismay keys, even a trace of moral authority. LI Nabokov plays—has been playing ingly empty, especially as Nabokov has An example: Toward the end of the now for many decades—a game to which more than once slipped in ahead of him, book at hand, Ms. Prynne, keeper of the self-appreciation is intrinsic. His invented anticipating doubts but leaving them rest home. Christian believer, woman of selves even appreciate one another. John equivocal. conscience, commits an exemplary piece Ray, Jr., Ph.D., in his foreword to Lolita, For instance, the fourth story, of kindness in the public ways, when con tells us how to admire what Humbert "Music," is called in its headnote "a fronted by a drunken Indian.
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