Stolen or not, the dialogue is full of utter nonsense.  Furhermore, on none of the many occasions when my father took me along when collecting, and in none of the numerous photographs of him taken in summer, did I ever see him wearing gloves.  I hope the rest of this play is more intelligent than the title and than this excerpt.

Best regards,

Dmitri

From: D. Barton Johnson [mailto:chtodel@cox.net]
Sent: Saturday, March 15, 2003 7:57 PM
To: NABOKV-L@LISTSERV.UCSB.EDU
Subject: Peter Moffat's play "Nabokov's Gloves"


EDNOTE. The material below is shamelessly stolen from Juan Martinez' Nabokov web site at: http://www.fulmerford.com/waxwing/nabobilia/nv38.html
My thanks to Juan and, no less, to Akiko Nakata, who provided the material.

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         From  Peter Moffat's play "Nabokov's Gloves"

        Fran: Did you know that Nabokov was a lepidopterist? By the way. While we're waiting . . .
        Nick: Waiting?

        Joe: Really? Amazing.

        Nick: Fran.

        Fran: He discovered new species. Madeleina lolita.

        Joe: What? Really?

        Fran: Pseudolucia humbert.

        Joe: No.

        Fran: Yes. Actually.

        Joe: Brilliant.

        Fran: Amazing. They're Latin-American blues. Lolita and humbert. How long do you suppose they'd been around without a name? Before him. Before Nabokov found them. With his net and his white cotton gloves.

        Joe: White cotton gloves.

        Fran: It's what he wore. For butterfly hunting. Delicate hands, you see. Cotton gloves out there in the heat of the day.