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  • Published: 22 October 2013
  • ISBN: 9780718192884
  • Imprint: Penguin eBooks
  • Format: EBook
  • Pages: 288

King, Queen, Knave




Brimming with wordplay, games and curious characters - including an eccentric inventor of robotic 'automannequins' - King, Queen, Knave is a sensual and surprising black comedy

'Of all my novels this bright brute is the gayest', Nabokov wrote of King, Queen, Knave. Comic, sensual and cerebral, it dramatizes an Oedipal love triangle, a tragi-comedy of husband, wife and lover, through Dreyer the rich businessman, his ripe-lipped ad mercenary wife Martha, and their bespectacled nephew Franz. 'If a resolute Freudian manages to slip in' - Nabokov darts a glance to the reader - 'he or she should be warned that a number of cruel traps have been set here and there...'

  • Published: 22 October 2013
  • ISBN: 9780718192884
  • Imprint: Penguin eBooks
  • Format: EBook
  • Pages: 288

About the author

Vladimir Nabokov

One of the twentieth century's master prose stylists, Vladimir Nabokov (1899 - 1977) was born in St Petersburg, but left Russia when the Bolsheviks seized power. He studied French and Russian literature at Trinity College, Cambridge, then lived in Berlin and Paris, where he launched a brilliant literary career. In 1940 he moved to the United States, and achieved renown as a novelist, poet, critic, and translator. He taught literature at Wellesley, Stanford, Cornell, and Harvard. In 1961 he moved to Montreux, Switzerland, where he died in 1977.

His first novel in English was The Real Life of Sebastian Knight, published in 1941. His other books include Ada or Ardor (1969), Laughter in the Dark (1933), Pale Fire (1962), the short story collection Details of a Sunset (1976) and Lolita (1955), his best-known novel.

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Praise for King, Queen, Knave

He did us all an honour by electing to use, and transform, our language.

Anthony Burgess

Nabokov can move you to laughter in the way that masters can - to laughter that is near to tears.

The Guardian