Shortly after I first became a professor, I read Nabokov’s novel, Pnin. (No, sorry, I have absolutely no idea how to pronounce that name.) I had fond memories, very fond memories, of the book. In a fit of nostalgia, I decided to reread it. A stunning experience. Either I have changed a lot since I first read the book or the book has changed a lot. (The latter possibility is tempting to embrace. Imagine a world in which books really do change between readings. You … [Read more...] about Pnin, Portrait of a Professor?
Measuring out my life with coffee spoons ...and books
