LitHub Daily: July 2, 2015

TODAY: In 1977, Vladimir Nabokov, lepidopterist and chess composer, died. 

• Etgar Keret’s exhausting book tour may have taken him below 14th Street. Behold his photo diary and judge for yourself. | Literary Hub
• On how a Russian émigré (one Vladimir Nabokov) wrote a definingly American book (Lolita). | The New Yorker
• Charles Dodgson (a.k.a. Lewis Carroll) loved “fairies, animals, dressing up, art, and beauty;” we deeply regret that he did not live to see Frozen. | The Public Domain Review
• In praise of Susan Sontag, paladin of seriousness, champion of the Eros of difficulty. | The Los Angeles Review of Books
• Kafka’s manuscripts, which escaped immolation, Nazis, and lengthy legal proceedings, are now going to the Israeli National Library. | The Guardian
• Jack Kerouac is not a beatnik, and other observations: selected passages from Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s travel journals. | Virginia Quarterly Review
• Jonathan Galassi on writing a “love letter to my youth.” | Salon
• “poems don’t burn / love won’t burn / these ties can’t burn.” An anthology of poems giving voice to Mexico’s disappeared students. | Hyperallergic
• You can trap birds in your heart if you want to: texting with Charles Bukowksi. | The Toast

Also on Literary Hub: Get tissues, then read A Little Life in ten quotes · The surreal genius of Kelly Link · A story from Link’s Magic For Beginners, on the occasion of that book’s tenth birthday

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