An Update Before the Fire Consumes

So I am just finishing the masterpiece that is Pale Fire. The 999-line poem that is the work of a masters of prose. I am now realizing that I will not be able to finish all the works for class before class begins, but that is okay. I will reread them as we go along.
I probably started this blog much to early, but I am thrilled that I get to take a class focused on my favorite author of all time. He is so lyrical and while verbose I love that about him. I love that he covers every detail of a scene, from the fly crossing someones skin in the stifling heat of a hotel room to the detials of the sounds surrounding a character. He writes with such feeling that you wonder what kind of man could write like this, what his life was like, but that will all be revealed in Speak, Memory.
The good thing about starting the blog so early is that now I have easy access to all these wonderful quotes when I begin to write. Writing about my love of his writing and the details that I missed the first time I read the work. Each time a read one of his works I discover something new!
That is the magic of Vladimir's works. Each and every time you open then up it is like visiting an old friend. Perhaps that is why I feel such a connection to his works. Or it is like Updike says, "Nabokov writes prose the only way it should be written, that is, ecstatically."