I'm a little late to the literary news table with this one, but that's okay.
Dmitri Nabokov, son of the late Vladimir Nabokov (author of Lolita, Pale Fire, and many others), is facing a dilemma: respect his father's wishes and destroy the literary genius's unpublished final manuscript, or fulfill the desires of the international literary community and publish it.
Honestly, I don't know what I'd do in such a situation myself. A part of me hankers to see this last work (and knows, too, that other greats made similar requests that went unheeded, much to our literary benefit), and another part of me understands the need to honor our dead loved ones and follow their final requests. Yet a third part of me has little idea why one would make such a request in the first place--unless maybe one felt that the unpublished work was crap. On the other hand, if I knew I wasn't long for this world and I still had unfinished works, would it really matter to me if people saw them after I shuffled off?
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