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Showing posts with label fathers and sons. Show all posts
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Thursday, April 30, 2009

Details are emerging about the publication of The Original of Laura, the partially completed book Nabokov asked be destroyed after his death and which is now being published by Random House. Apparently the book will contain facsimiles of the index cards on which it was drafted.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

When his father was stabbed to death in his suburban flat, David Goldblat found himself tracing his life through unpaid bills, unopened letters — and the sleazy diary he left behind.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

The Dmitiri Nabokov saga continues.

You'll recall that when we last left Dmitri Nabokov, he was once again publicly (in the journal Nabokov Online) and privately (to me) hinting that he would carry out his filial obligation to destroy the manuscript, thus abiding by the wishes of a perfectionist father who loathed the idea that a work that did not live up to his exacting standards for completion should be exposed in blemished form to the world.

Dmitri's threat was the latest episode in the long, twisted saga of Laura, which by then had become the literary equivalent of an old-fashioned serial melodrama, as full of cliffhangers as The Perils of Pauline. The irascible Dmitri would tease us with hints of Laura's thrilling salience, then suggest he was inclined to destroy it, anyway; following which, the literary world (most of it) would beg him not to. Dmitri would then back off—"reserving judgment"—only to stir things up by giving interviews (or, in my case, sending e-mails) that once again suggested an intent to destroy. (For instance, the irritated e-mail he sent me—A LONG, SINGLE PARAGRAPH ALL IN ANGRY CAPITAL LETTERS—after the publication of my recent Slate piece.)
I've already weighed in on this. Don't burn it, obviously.