One of the funniest -- and saddest -- books I've ever read. I'd get angry at Nabokov's Russian ass for his total command of the English language if he didn't have an Irish nanny and was likely fluent in English prior to Russian lmao. Is it a "horror story," to repeat the Redditism? I guess, but it's better described as a tragedy and a spellbinding look into the solipsistic mind of a EuroSchizo. Dasha definitely read some of these passages and went "I wish that was me"