When Vladimir Nabokov died in 1977, he left instructions for his heirs to burn the 138 hand-written index cards that made up the rough draft of his final and unfinished novel, The Original of Laura. But Nabokov's wife, Vera, could not bear to destroy her husband's last work, and when she died, the fate of the manuscript fell to her son. Dmitri Nabokov's decision finally to allow publication of the fragmented narrative-dark yet playful, preoccupied with mortality-affords us one last experience of Nabokov's magnificent creativity, the quintessence of his unparalleled body of work.