Tyler Cowen touts the joys of Ada and lists it as a dark horse candidate for the great American Novel. Really the book has only three flaws that might disqualify it, 1, that Nabokov makes some careless date errors that subtract from the novel's perfctionism, 2, that the ending is a bit of a letdown after the two glorious summers in Ardis, and 3, that not enough people have read the book.

[I used to think that the 4th section, The Texture of Time, was another flaw, but as I grow busier and as presents pile up to become pasts makes more and more sense.]

Cowen also has a post about Chicago. I am beginning to feel like this blog's subject matter is no longer idiosyncratic.