My favorite Nabokov is the Gift about N.'s days in Berlin. It opens with this quote:
"The oak is a tree. The rose is a flower. The deer is an animal. The sparrow is a bird. Russia is our fatherland. Death is inevitable."
P. Smirnovskii, Textbook of Russian Grammar
[The source of this quote was recently discussed on languagehat.com] The first several pages of the Gift contain a great word picture of a 1920/30's Berlin neighborhood.
I have just finished the first two short novels of Roberto Bolano, recently translated into English: Distant Star and By Night in Chile. Pitch-perfect narrators tone, incredible books. Pinochet and Neruda are casual characters in By Night.
Am in the middle of Kakfa's America, new translation by Michael Hoffman, ("He put out a hand and called out: 'Come here!' in a voice so firm you could have beaten it with a hammer"). And I am looking at books on Cy Twombly, Bill Brandt and at Cartier-Bresson's surrealist-tinged work of the year 1933--by far his best stuff (with the exception of some of the portraits and the 1960/70s photo of the couple asleep in the train compartment).