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March 5, 2012

Reading Nabokov to Nabokov

Lila Azam Zanganeh, The Daily Beast

For three days and three nights, on a damp February weekend in Palm Beach, Florida, I read Nabokov to Nabokov. I had traveled from New York to Palm Beach with a manuscript in my suitcase to visit Dmitri Nabokov, the only son and literary executor of Vladimir Nabokov.

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