Der Fall hielt die Literaturfreunde in Atem. Vladimir Nabokov wollte, dass sein letzter Roman verbrannt wird. Die Witwe brachte es nicht übers Herz, Sohn Dimitri Nabokov (73) hatte die Tat bislang immer mal wieder angekündigt. Jetzt aber hat er angekündigt, der Nachwelt das Nachgelassene zu übergeben.
How did Dmitri resolve his terrible dilemma? With a little help from his father:
From his winter home in Palm Beach, Dmitri justified his decision by saying, “I’m a loyal son and thought long and seriously about it, then my father appeared before me and said, with an ironic grin, ‘You’re stuck in a right old mess – just go ahead and publish!'”
He told the magazine that he had made up his mind to do so.
It was, Der Spiegel states, this “conversation” with his father that “persuaded him against assuming the role of literary arsonist”.
I think this is a terrible act of cowardice. And it’s not really arson if the home’s owner asks you to light the match, is it? But now that the decision has been made, Dmitri had better hope that the manuscript–bear in mind that it consists of 50 index cards–is as good as he claims (“the most concentrated distillation of [my father’s] creativity”). After all this hype, people will be expecting Lolita to the power of Pale Fire.