A review by ltfitch
Pnin by Vladimir Nabokov

4.0

A comic trifle of a book with Nabokov's wonderful word play and sense of the absurd. He was such a snob and there are so many deliciously catty asides in the book. He clearly hated psychology and saves some of his sharpest barbs for the psychology professors and their surveys and studies that are supposed to glean deep insights into human behavior. The book would simply be clever and slight if he didn't so poignantly capture the pain of nostalgia for an immigrant. Missing the landscape of home, the comfort of language, the life lost to revolution, Pnin is given gravitas and a heart.