Nabokov plays with our minds. He places characters before the reader, then delves darkly into their minds. Hermann is a deceitful, dismissive, arrogant, deluded soul. Unhappy with his own unsatisfyingly simple life, he escapes within his own delusions, travelling away from his home. Questions arise about identity, how man sees himself related to how the rest of the world sees him and how, sometimes, the two bear no relation. Despair is a fascinating read. Nabokov's prose is a lyrical and rich as ever. A master of his genre, if not the creator of it.