oh for my book collection please?

Nabokov's last written words. He asked his son to burn this fragmented novel upon his death, because it was unfinished and his was the mind of a perfectionist.

Like Lolita, is about a man in love with a woman because she consumes a memory to him.

it seems wrong to read something the author meant to destroy. But reading the below review... how can i not be intrigued?

"Nabokov's handwritten index cards are reproduced with a transcription below of each card's contents, generally less than a paragraph. The scanned index cards (perforated so that they can be removed from the book) are what make this book an amazing document; they reveal Nabokov's neat handwriting and his own edits to the text: some lines are blacked out with scribbles, others simply crossed out. Words are inserted, typesetting notes and copyedit symbols pepper the writing, and the reverse of many cards bears a wobbly X. Depending on the reader's eye, the final card is either haunting or the great writer's final sly wink: it's a list of synonyms for “efface”—expunge, erase, delete, rub out, wipe out and, finally, obliterate. "

-PW