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[decemberthirty]

I did indeed start reading Speak, Memory after my last post. I'm not much of a nonfiction reader, so I have read only a few memoirs. Therefore I don't have much to compare it to in the realm of memoir so I'm forced to compare it to Nabokov's novels. Unfortunately, it suffers by the comparison. It certainly seems good, but so far I have not found it to be as compelling or as instantly engrossing as his fiction. Also, it seems that his prose is somehow clunkier, more unwieldy, in this book than in the novels that I have read. I'm still reading about his early childhood, however, so I'm hoping that things will pick up as he begins describing some of his more mature experiences.