Accidental Google-aided Nabokovilia. From Jonathan Ames's novel The Extra Man:
Her apartment was on the first floor of a house on quiet dead-end in Princeton (it was called Humbert Street and some people in town believed that Nabokov, whose first American home was in Princeton, must have taken note of this when he would go for his constitutional walks), and Elaine had this fantasy of putting her breasts in her opened bedroom window as if she was just leaning out to get some night air, and her window was on an alley, and I was to come long and suck on her breasts in the darkness, and then go away without saying a word.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Bored to Death's first episode of the second season (titled "Escape from the Dungeon") features a nice bit of Nabopop: When a female student smiles at first-time creative-writing instructor/second-time struggling novelist/bumbling Craigslist-advertising amateur detective Jonathan Ames, his friend (played by Zach Galifianakis) says, "Hello, Nabokov."
Monday, September 20, 2010
This year, the Vegas Valley Book Festival's Las Vegas Writes project asked some people -- me among them -- to write a short story based on an iconic Vegas photograph. My story is up at their site right now. It is called On Paradise, and you can read it over there.
There is an event associated with the project! Please attend. There is also a book! Please buy 20 copies to give to everyone you know.
The September/October issue of the Desert Companion is out! And therein I once again tell you what to wear. You'll find the issue in all sorts of places in Las Vegas, but the story is also here at the Desert Companion site or below in this embedded thing: