Editor's note: In July of this year, cleaning out my "N" file, I discovered the pristine galleys for Mercy Pang's foreword to a book on Nabokov—one, to my knowledge, never published. Pang was a friend, later enemy, of the family; her current whereabouts are unknown. In truth she drove me up the wall. The title above, after Borges, is my own. I do not know "Chad... More >>>