Just finished this. Pnin (pronounced P-Neen) is somehow delightfully sad and a joy to spend time with. He experiences things so warmly, and deeply and yet he‘s all alone with no one to share it with. This is exaggerated as he an awkward Russian scholar in the US without a family and with only comically passable English. I adored him and this book but have no idea what to make of it. Have to look for some help.