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To describe this book is no easy task. It is the story about Helward Mann, a guildsman in the making who have hopes of joining the Futures guild. He is also an inhabitant of the city Earth, which is constantly moving forward towards something they call the Optimum. From here on, it becomes increasingly difficult to tell you what the book is about without explaining too much, so perhaps I should just tell you a bit about how it felt reading the book instead. The book is a little slow in the beginning, but mostly because you've been told that it has one of the "trickiest endings imaginable". Who can really enjoy the beginning when he is thinking about the ending? However, halfway through, the book begins to open up its closed weird universe and you begin to enjoy not only what is to come, but also what has gone before and especially the characters. However, the ending still lurks and I couldn't help but keep thinking about it. By the end, I had a thousand possible endings, so yes... the book could only disappoint me, and in a way... it did. The ending is revealed (or is it) on the very last pages and then there is the void. The one thing that I really appreciated, though, was that we were allowed to follow Helward Mann to the very end. As the book changed perspective so many times, I was beginning to question who would finish it. Inverted World is probably a much better book than I think right now, but at the moment, the ending feels a little unfulfilling and empty. I think, maybe I would have enjoyed one of my own endings much better...

A book that my husband insisted I read when we first moved in together. It's one of his favorites and became one of mine.

"I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane; I was the smudge of ashen fluff--and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky" I am not worthy! I am not worthy! I feel like the boys from Wayne's World as Aerosmith passes them backstage at a concert. The "Robert Frost" like poet John Shade is dead. His final poem Pale Fire, is put into a book, complete with an introduction, a lenghty commentary (Annotations) and end-notes by Shade's editor, Charles Kinbote. Kinbote has a story to tell, and he believes he gave Shade the subject and theme of his last poem. What follows then is both mind bending and enchanting, as Nabokov demonstrates the power of storytelling and it's influence on people. Nabakov is a literary wizard, a conjurer of wordy magic, and Pale Fire is his tour de force. At once a whodunnit, a twisted narrative of guess who is who, and a compendium of allusions and hidden gems and puns and rambling digressions. His command and mastery of language is unrivalled and still remains fresh to this day. In my view, Pale Fire itself is possibly a nonsense poem, or just is what it is, and Nabokov is taking pop shots at literary critics and overly obsessed fans who project or infer their own intrinsic meanings onto the fiction they read and hold so dear. I want to write a more detailed review soon because there is so much more to talk about and digest. Even notable voices in writing like William Boyd and Anthony Burgess required multiple readings of this to fully appreciate it.