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Through a Glass, Darkly

Through a Glass, Darkly Downloaded from http://read.dukeupress.edu/common-knowledge/article-pdf/27/3/500/1301566/500lago.pdf by DEEPDYVE INC user on 30 March 2022 POETRY AND FI CTI ON Eduardo Lago Translated by Daniel Hahn Wild Games This story begins and ends with a book, although the book, ultimately, is the least of it. My name, as they used to say back in the days when we still had novels, is not all that important. It will come up when the strategy of this narrative requires it. One winter afternoon at the end of 2009, on the table of new arrivals at St. Mark’s Bookshop, in the East Village, I found a copy of a Vladimir Nabokov book whose existence was altogether unknown to me, The Original of Laura. I picked it up, curious, and read on the back cover that it was a novel the Russian author had left unfinished upon his death. Intrigued, I began to leaf through it. It was a set of handwritten index cards riddled with corrections and deletions. I’m not really sure what made me buy the book, but I read it straight through that same night, and by the time I finished I had been possessed by an unease I could not yet quite understand. http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Common Knowledge Duke University Press

Through a Glass, Darkly

Common Knowledge , Volume 27 (3) – Aug 1, 2021

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Copyright Original work © 2013 Eduardo Lago. English translation © 2021 Eduardo Lago.
ISSN
0961-754X
eISSN
1538-4578
DOI
10.1215/0961754x-9265339
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Downloaded from http://read.dukeupress.edu/common-knowledge/article-pdf/27/3/500/1301566/500lago.pdf by DEEPDYVE INC user on 30 March 2022 POETRY AND FI CTI ON Eduardo Lago Translated by Daniel Hahn Wild Games This story begins and ends with a book, although the book, ultimately, is the least of it. My name, as they used to say back in the days when we still had novels, is not all that important. It will come up when the strategy of this narrative requires it. One winter afternoon at the end of 2009, on the table of new arrivals at St. Mark’s Bookshop, in the East Village, I found a copy of a Vladimir Nabokov book whose existence was altogether unknown to me, The Original of Laura. I picked it up, curious, and read on the back cover that it was a novel the Russian author had left unfinished upon his death. Intrigued, I began to leaf through it. It was a set of handwritten index cards riddled with corrections and deletions. I’m not really sure what made me buy the book, but I read it straight through that same night, and by the time I finished I had been possessed by an unease I could not yet quite understand.

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