Readers of the 10 December 2001 issue of _The New Yorker_
 will find the following on page 114 (in a very entertaining article on
 Prince and Michael  Jackson's new CDs):

"The ballads are even better. 'Butterflies' has a vapid
 lepidopteral lyric, more Mariah Carey than Nabokov, but
 Jackson's vocals are astonishing: over a muted, descending
 horn line, he works the upper edge of his falsetto."

Cheers,

Juan

PS - I think someone else has mentioned it already, but it
 really does seem remakarble that this fine magazine references
 Nabokov just about every week.