Never enough leisure

I've declared major combat operations over on the Nabokov but I still want to read the poem itself once more in light of the commentary before I set it down for now. I say "for now" because it's rich enough that I'm confident I'll give it another read. I finally glimpsed at some of the criticism and I'm particularly amused at the existence of named camps of "Shadeans", "Kinboteans", etc., as it seems like exactly the sort of thing Nabokov himself would have invented. Rereading the book with these possibilities firmly in mind will add an interesting new dimension to be sure.

With Pasillero still MIA, I'd intended to devote all last evening to reading, but it was so mild outside I was coaxed into hanging out on the porch with my neighbours instead. Nonetheless I did finally knock off the Mishima. It was neither a particularly challenging nor engrossing read. Only one sequence--where the protagonist interrogates the man he once attacked and left disabled--really provoked an emotional response from me. Had it not been a gift from a coworker with whom I'm looking forward to discussing it, I might not have finished it at all.

I'm considering my next read with an eye to what I might could discuss with others. I have a friend who's currently reading The bone people, which I picked up some years ago and took only a very desultory stab at. Of course, he also read Rayuela and that wasn't enough to get me to read it either. Unfortunately, I'm somewhat fixated on starting The professor and the madman and I'm damned if I know what I've done with my copy.