Speak, Memory

"Speak, memory," said Vladimir Nabokov. And immediately there came flooding back to him a host of enchanting recollections—of his comfortable childhood and adolescence, of his rich, liberal-minded father, his beautiful mother, an army of relations and family hangers-on, and of grand old houses in St. Petersburg and the surrounding countryside in pre-Revolutionary Russia. Young love, butterflies, tutors, and a multitude of other themes thread together to weave an autobiography which is itself a work of art.