Vladimir Nabokov never ceases to restore my faith in the power of prose. As it often happens with favorite writers of mine (Kafka, Hesse, Murakami, Camus...), I find that their short stories stand out as the best reads (to take nothing away from their novels, natch). My copy of the Vintage qpb Stories of V.N., the one with the butterfly on the reflective cover, is a well-loved, well-read volume in my personal library. My own love of words and the craft of writing informs my Nabokov fandom. As another on this thread has mentioned, it is good policy to have a dictionary handy when reading V.N. One of my favorite photographs of the author is of him relaxed in an armchair, one hand perched near his temple, as he contemplates an open unabridged dictionary on the table before him. "...were I a writer, I should allow only my heart to have imagination, and for the rest rely upon memory, that long-drawn sunset shadow of one's personal truth."