Vladimir Nabokov, a lepidopterist, composer of chess strategies, lecturer at Wellesley, professor at Cornell and Russian-American novelist, was born 114 years ago today. So imagine my disappointment when, upon receiving my copy of Nabokov’s “Lolita” in the mail, I found this:
Ignorance of obscure grammar rules is one thing, but silly mistakes like this are nigh unforgivable. Penguin Books, you appear to have very little respect for someone you hail as “one of the great writers of the twentieth century.”