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Vladimir Nabokov

Nabokov in Montreux, 1973
Nabokov in Montreux, 1973

Born

Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov 22 April  1899 Saint Petersburg, Russian Empire

Died

2 July 1977 Montreux, Switzerland

Occupation

Novelist, professor

Nationality

Russian, American and Swiss

Alma mater

University of Cambridge

Literary movement

Modernism, postmodernism

Notable works

The DefenseThe GiftBend SinisterLolitaPninPale FireSpeak, MemoryAda, or Ardor

Spouse

Vera Nabokov

Children

Dmitri Nabokov

Signature

Website

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Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov ; 22 April [O.S. 10 April] 1899 – 2 July 1977) was a Russian-born novelist, poet, translator and entomologist. His first nine novels were in Russian, but he achieved international prominence after he began writing English prose.

Nabokov's Lolita was ranked fourth in the list of the Modern Library 100 Best Novels; Pale Fire was ranked 53rd on the same list, and his memoir, Speak, Memory , was listed eighth on the publisher's list of the 20th century's greatest nonfiction. He was a finalist for the National Book Award for Fiction seven times.

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A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual. - Vladimir Nabokov

A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual.

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To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute. - Vladimir Nabokov

To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute.

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Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one. - Vladimir Nabokov

Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.

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Genius is an African who dreams up snow. - Vladimir Nabokov

Genius is an African who dreams up snow.

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A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past. - Vladimir Nabokov

A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past.

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Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much. - Vladimir Nabokov

Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much.

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A writer should have the precision of a poet and the imagination of a scientist. - Vladimir Nabokov

A writer should have the precision of a poet and the imagination of a scientist.

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imagination
My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. - Vladimir Nabokov

My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.

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It is hard, I submit, to loathe bloodshed, including war, more than I do, but it is still harder to exceed my loathing of the very nature of totalitarian states in which massacre is only an administrative detail. - Vladimir Nabokov

It is hard, I submit, to loathe bloodshed, including war, more than I do, but it is still harder to exceed my loathing of the very nature of totalitarian states in which massacre is only an administrative detail.

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Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational words. - Vladimir Nabokov

Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational words.

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Discussion in class, which means letting twenty young blockheads and two cocky neurotics discuss something that neither their teacher nor they know. - Vladimir Nabokov

Discussion in class, which means letting twenty young blockheads and two cocky neurotics discuss something that neither their teacher nor they know.

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I confess, I do not believe in time. - Vladimir Nabokov

I confess, I do not believe in time.

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