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To: Wyätt Gwyön who wrote (70767)	10/2/2006 11:18:42 AM
From: carranza2	Respond to of 110194

I read/decipher insurance policies and legal opinions for a living, so ergodic literature is my next door neighbor. Thanks for the tips. One ergodic writer per lifetime is all I can handle. Nabokov fits my style because there are levels upon levels of meaning, plus his craftsmanship is superb. Speak, Memory is not a book to be put on the back burner. The scene in which VN transforms his memory of his father being repeatedly blanket tossed up in the air by his admiring peasants into Papa laying in his casket is what good writing is all about, IMO. Up, up, joy, huzzah, dead. I went back last night and looked at the description of his Uncle Ruka in SM, and there are in fact a couple of places in which he describes scenes in which Ruka's behavior is definitely borderline if not outright wrong. I had forgotten about those descriptions because they were inconsequential to the remainder of the description of his golden childhood. His eccentric Uncle was definitely a mild perv. I cannot imagine anything more than what VN describes in SM actually happening, but who knows. I did remember this, however, Ruka left his considerable estate to Nabby. He was briefly a multimillionaire teenager thanks to Ruka, and there are of course a lot of possible innuendos and inferences to draw from the fact that he left a huge fortune to a teenager. Nonetheless, I have not read anything in Boyd's works or elsewhere suggesting actual molestation. Years of exiled but very happy penury, including having the time to indulge his butterfly fancy in a very serious way, followed the loss of his inherited fortune thanks to the Bolsheviks until Dolores, Lo-la, Lola, Lolita put him in the chips again. It was really a remarkable life, one worth studying even if Nabby could not write worth a damn.