Enter the mind of a stalwart, obsessive, aristocratic wordsmith. This is achieved through a carefully selected and edited handful of interviews, tailored with the most careful precision by Mr. Nabokov himself.
Nothing is revealed that compromises this aquarelle of the eclectic yet humble genius. He is transcendent in his understanding of true art, yet sufficiently tarnished by the burdens of his complex identity. This presents a somewhat tragic figure, plodding onwards, butterfly net in hand, to a kaleidoscopic plane strictly severed from the common, the vulgar, the moronic.
The witty and evasive Vivian Darkbloom remains as opaque as ever. Her true nature and motives continue to elude us, adding an air of mystery and intrigue to the already complex tapestry of Nabokov's literary world.
We are left to wonder about the hidden depths and secrets that lie beneath her surface, much like the many layers of meaning and symbolism that Nabokov weaves into his works.
Perhaps one day, through further exploration and analysis, we will be able to catch a glimpse of the real Vivian Darkbloom and understand the role she plays in Nabokov's artistic vision.