The 1954 fall term had begun. Again the marble neck of a homely Venus in the vestibule of Humanities Hall, Waindell College, received the vermilion imprint, in applied lipstick, of a mimicked kiss.

Vladimir Nabokov first appeared to me as a stranger’s name on a Cornellt-shirt. A quick search online showed me that he’s a big deal—big enough to be printed on the same shirt as Ginsburg, Sagan and ...

On this month’s fiction podcast, Aleksandar Hemon reads and discusses Vladimir Nabokov’s short story “Pnin,” which was published in The New Yorker, in 1953, and became the opening chapter of his 1957 ...

This piece is part of an occasional series, "The Book That Changed My Life." Read Adelle Waldman on Middlemarch and Uzodinma Iweala on Making Peace. My troubled relationship with the humanities began ...

Vladimir Nabokov was a literary genius. There is no other word with which to describe a writer who, in mid-life, became a stylistic virtuoso in a language that was not his mother tongue. Circumstances ...

As summer’s end draws near and students start packing, eight novels that capture the absurdity, drama, and pitfalls of university life. Sam Munson salutes Kingsley Amis, Richard Russo, and other ...