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My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth in the darkest past, nothing of her subsists within the hollows and dells of memory, over which, if you can still stand my style (I am writing under observation), the sun of my infancy had set: surely, you all know those redolent remnants of day suspended, with the midges, about some hedge in bloom or suddenly entered and traversed by the rambler, at the bottom of a hill, in the summer dusk; a furry warmth, golden midges.


Vladimir Nabokov


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In October he met Edmund Wilson who became his close friend (until their falling out two decades later) and introduced Nabokov's work to American editors. Many other subtle. His remains were cremated and are buried at the Clarens cemetery in Montreux.

Nabokov's Lolita (1955) is his most famous novel and often considered his finest work in English. S. He then rose to international prominence as a writer of English prose.

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