These laws boil down to being as ruthless, selfish, manipulative, and deceitful as possible. This power game can be played well or poorly, and in these 48 laws culled from the history and wisdom of the world’s greatest power players are the rules that must be followed to win.

We live today as courtiers once did in royal courts: we must appear civil while attempting to crush all those around us. The authors have created a sort of anti-Book of Virtues in this encyclopedic compendium of the ways and means of power.Įveryone wants power and everyone is in a constant duplicitous game to gain more power at the expense of others, according to Greene, a screenwriter and former editor at Esquire (Elffers, a book packager, designed the volume, with its attractive marginalia).

A minor classic, one of the richest works of a master stylist.

There are adolescent awakenings and European spas, a dreamy first love, a humorous and touching tribute to 'Mademoiselle,' Nabokov's favorite governess then flight from the Bolsheviks, schooling at Cambridge, breadwinning in Paris and Berlin. There is, for instance, no longer the eye-winking attribution of two lesser-known Nabokov novels to 'Sirin,' an emigre figure who is, of course, Nabokov himself, and who is still modestly dubbed the best of the young Russian 'writers in exile.' The reminiscences unwind in an engagingly random manner, held together by the author's fantastically assured and flexible tone, his exquisite sense of detail and prankish art, his blithely idiosyncratic opinions the Russian Revolution is dismissed as 'that trite deus ex machina.' The lustrous family portraits are fondly drawn: Mother, Father, Uncle Ruka-cultured, liberal aristocrats, brave and eccentric, in the splendid setting of country estates, politics, sports, and literature. covering thirty-seven years, from August 1903 to May 1940, with only a few sallies into later space-time.' The original work was published in 1951, and the current edition is a revised or 'revisited' one, including both new or revamped material, as well as some deletions. A colored spiral in a small ball of glass, this is how I see my life,' remarks Nabokov in an almost mock-Hegelian passage near the end of a rippling, vivid, ironically elegiac memoir, ranging 'geographically from St.

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