Unfortunately Pale Fire simply didn’t do it for me, I went in expecting to enjoy it immensely but came out with nothing else but “it’s pretty good.” The story itself was fine, and the ending jumble of unreality and reality was predictable from the jump and not terribly compelling to me. Of novels with similar formatting, Dictionary of the Khazars comes to mind, which I enjoy much more than Pale Fire, perhaps because of the more interlinked nature of the three stories or perhaps because I enjoyed the historical background more. Anyways, this will put Nabokov on the back burner for now, though I may check out his short stories at some point.