A kind friend, knowing of my love for Pale Fire, sent me this as a Xmas present.

. . . which looks like just a hardcover edition of the book, but it’s not. It’s a meta-book for a meta-fictional book (not included).

From least to best: a booklet with commentary:

Shade’s poem:

. . . and facsimile editions of the original 3×5″ index cards on which Shade composed his Four Cantos, which only exist in Nabokov’s mind.

What can I say? This is just lovely.

-R