Of late, I've been on a Vladimir Nabokov bender. First, I (finally) started reading Lolita this morning. Second, I'll soon be reviewing his new book The Original of Laura. And third, last month, on what would have been his 110th birthday, The New Republic put together a selection of Nabokov essays, including some literary reviews he published between 1940 and 1944. There's much to be had here. I hope you have a lot of time on your hands.