If his Russian was music, his English was murder.

If his Russian was music, his English was murder.

📖 Vladimir Nabokov

🌍 American | 👨‍💼 Novelist

🎂 April 22, 1899 – ⚰️ July 2, 1977

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In Vladimir Nabokov's novel "Pnin," the protagonist, Timofey Pnin, faces the challenges of language and cultural identity as a Russian émigré in America. His struggle with English reflects his deep passion for his native language, which he experiences as a beautiful form of art. In contrast, his attempts to engage with English are fraught with misunderstanding and miscommunication, leading to a sense of alienation. Nabokov captures this duality effectively, suggesting that...

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