This sounds promising. I have read more words written by Vladimir Nabokov than by anyone else, by a large margin. A few days ago I was watching American Idol and thinking about how I have come to enjoy singing more because of the judges’ evaluations. It reminded me of reading Nabokov’s commentary to Eugene Onegin when I was in college. In his commentary, Nabokov passed judgment on many lines of poetry — “this is beautiful,” “that is awful.” Studying those remarks — what did he see? — made me read in a new way forever.