define "Nabokovian"

Okay, all you smart people. How would you define the term "Nabokovian" -- without reference to Vladimir himself? What characteristics make a piece of literature Nabokovian?

I have some ideas towards an answer, but I'd be very curious to hear other opinions.

A blief brog entry.

I was just talking to D, and that is what I said I would post: a blief brog entry. Which gives a fair indication of the current condition of my brain (and no, I'm not in any way intoxicated).

Today was...interesting. Not bad, though I'm not sure I should call it good. Really it was just interesting. I've been working with that story I'd needed to write, and produced around 5 pages of disconnected scenes, plus another few pages of notes, and it's all completely unlike anything I've done before and I can't tell if that's a good and exciting thing for the book or if it's just too far off-base, an intriguing blind alley. But it's fascinating. It's as though all four of my characters have decided to try being in a Raymond Carver story for a while. By way of a subtle fantasist. They're all sitting around getting drunk together. Even though one of them is dead and one might be imaginary. And they're talking about love. And I don't have the slightest idea where it's going, and nothing approaching a plot has suggested itself. But I'm completely enthralled by what's happening when I get these four people in a room together with some booze.

That could just be me, though. I've been working with these characters for years and years, and in all that time I've never had more than two of them in the same scene. The novel is set in what's recognizably this reality, and the rules of this reality dictate that it's impossible to put them all together. But the stories interspersed in the novel, those don't have to be set in this reality, and this is the first time I've really played with that. Brilliant inspiration? Dire mistake? Cool meta-wanking but ultimately not usable? I have absolutely no clue.