Jenny Schuessler: I am trying to track down a vaguely
recollected dig Nabokov made at American writers who on their dustjackets
self-consciously trumpet their experiences driving a milk truck, working on the
docks, picking corn, etc. Does this ring a bell with anyone?
JM: Offering you a
joyful image of Nabokov (although never "self-consciously trumpeting"
it) working in the fields with no butterfly net in his hands. I must have
carelessly scanned it from "Speak, Memory." Another interesting item
to track, I suppose?