By Vladimir Nabokov
Largely revised by way of Nabokov in 1965--thirty years after its unique publication--Despair is the wickedly creative and richly derisive tale of Hermann, a guy who undertakes definitely the right crime--his personal homicide.
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Those lines of white surf raced like the alongside the Eighth applauding Army when Montgomery broke the back of the Afrika Korps. Blokes in white sheets 26 streets 1 flinging caps like spray as and I on the tank leant we piped wound I wept with pride. Maud reached across the saucer He knew she could see inside Tears prickled his eyes. the Tobruk turret while bagpipes screeched ahead of those grinning Tommies. and gripped into his fingers. in his head. His white nurse. His officer. 1 Not club-mates.
Yards, the bamboo poles nets, the floating feather of the priest. cutlass cut smoke, when cocks surprise their arseholes by shitting eggs, he cursed, black people go get from God; at which point targeted the sore, He its a fierce cluster of arrows and he screamed stretched out the foot. He in the He hacked He hacked them rows. yam steel leaves recoiled every root at the heel. at the heel, head-down without yam edged the razor-sharp through pleading finger and thumb. The in a cold sweat. rest noticing their roots.
Their silence 24 the edge was a mutual communion. They'd been out here and since the war his wound. Pigs. Orchids. Their marriage a silver anniversary of bright water that glittered like Glen-da-Lough Maud's home county in of Wicklow, but for Dennis, in his khaki shirt and capacious shorts in which he'd served with Monty, the crusted tourists were corpses in the desert from the Afrika Korps. Pro Rommel, pro mori. The regimental brandies stiffened on the shelves near Napoleonic cognacs. All history in a dusty Beefeater's gin.
Despair by Vladimir Nabokov