Nabokov’s “Speak, Memory” has been called “The finest autobiography written in our time.” This is certainly an exaggeration. As with Pale Fire, Nabokov is pleasant reading (given a free afternoon in the middle of winter, plenty of strong black tea, nothing else to do, and ideally a warm, crackling fire). He is a writer ofContinue reading “Speak, Memory: Worth Reading, but not a Must Read”