BBQ Nabokov

Reading this I have to think back to Borges who said, when speculating on Kafka’s famous request to his friend and editor, Max Brod, that he burn all his unpublished works, that if Kafka truly wanted the work burned, why didn’t he start the barbeque himself? A dying writer leaves it to a loved one to destroy her or his work after they are gone . . . a common story, or so it seems. Here’s the Nabokov version:

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/28/books/28arts-SONPLANSTOPU_BRF.html