I'm still reading Stacy Schiff's biography of Vera Nabokov. It's pretty great; I'm not sure why it's taking me so long long to read it. (ok, well, I am sneaking in a bunch of other books and I decided to keep my subscription to the New Yorker, which takes up most of my public transportation time.) I read most of my Nabokov so long ago that I fear I must start over soon... I've reread Ada so many times; now I need to go back to some of his earlier work. oof, I need to quit my day job.