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May 05, 2008

NOBODY SAYS "FATUOUS" QUITE LIKE A NABOKOV

Dmitri Nabokov sits for a New York Times interview to discuss his decision to publish The Original of Laura.

Why would your father have wanted “Laura” destroyed?

In a calmer moment, if he were no longer in a race against death to complete the work, I think, sincerely, that he would not. By the same token, if one wants to finish something before dying, one perseveres to the utmost, rather than destroying it. This should be an obvious answer to a rather fatuous question some have posed: Why didn’t he burn it well ahead of time and have done with it?

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Steven Augustine

There *is* a third option, between burning the thing and publishing it: not burning and not publishing it. No?

Posted by: Steven Augustine | May 05, 2008 at 02:24 PM

Tomas Sancio

Actually, that's what his son has done for the past 30 years.

Posted by: Tomas Sancio | May 05, 2008 at 07:13 PM

nicole

And what his wife, the original charge of the manuscript, did until she died.

Posted by: nicole | May 05, 2008 at 07:53 PM

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