I’m not the biggest admirer of Vladimir Nabokov, but I share his love for Montreux and its surroundings.
Because of Mr. Nabokov I stayed a few times at the Montreux Palace Hotel.
This morning I read an old article in the Times by Joseph A. Cincotti: ‘Mr. Boyd [Nabokov's biographer]met Vera Nabokov in 1979 in Montreux, Switzerland, where Nabokov lived for more than two decades. ''I interviewed her mercilessly for four days, pumping her with questions, taking no account of her age or physical fragility,'' he said. But three months later she asked him to spend a summer organizing Nabokov's Montreux archives.’

Somebody should have pity on the author’s widow.