A review by flaneussy
King, Queen, Knave by Vladimir Nabokov, Dmitri Nabokov

4.0

I thought KQK was great; it's amazing that between 1926 and 1928 (between the publications of KQK and Mary), Nabokov became so much stronger as a writer. The plot of this novel isn't all that complicated, so most of the beauty lies in Nabokov's rich, almost visceral descriptions (the first couple of chapters particularly fucked me up). And I'm always impressed by the unraveling of threads and the infinity of realities that Nabokov manages to create. More of a 4.5/5, with my one quibble being that the ending was sort of...eh. It just kept going.