that book by nabokov

I'm struggling not to start this until I've finished my current book (2666 - am I on some weird posthumously published novel kick?) so I'll try to stave off the overwhelming urge to read by allowing myself at least a quick peek...

at the cover


at the inside of the jacket (emo!)


at what's under the jacket


and on the other side


Is this love? They've reprinted each one of the note cards Nabokov wrote the original on, and then typed the text below. Every page. Swoon.

A postscript: day one of a third year Rus. Lit. course involved our prof. having us recite back to him the correct pronunciation of "Nabokov". What chaos hast Sting wrought???