Today, Vintage books unveiled 18 redesigned covers for some of Vladimir Nabokov's works. Maybe if they make the art work all nice, people will forget that there's big words and difficult ideas inside. Still, they're pretty cool.

Vladimir Nabokov's son, Dmitri, caused a big ol' sensation when he decided to publish his father's unfinished final novel, The Original of Laura, rather than burn the manuscript, like his dad had asked him to on his deathbed. But Dmitri now says that Nabokov's dying wish was mostly just a lot of huffing and puffing from a sick old man.

Vladimir Nabokov, Russian author of Lolita, specifically asked for his remaining, uncompleted work to be burned after his death. Is that too much to ask? Apparently it is. Maybe we're old-fashioned, but the fact that neither his late wife nor his son followed through on his last wishes is nothing short of annoying. Son Dmitri has been playing a wishy-washy "maybe I will, maybe I won't" game with the press for years that is equally irritating and opportunistic.

Lesley Jane Seymour used to edit Marie Claire. The people at Hearst made her stop doing that around this time last year, and now someone else is editing it. Today she wrote a piece for the New York Times metro regionals sections about her 11-year-old daughter Lake and her friends. The piece is about how much the girls love to go shopping, and what they're like when they walk around a fancy mall in Westchester.

You know, the good thing about weekends is it gives you time to relax. To unwind, to stretch your legs a little, and also maybe your word count a bit. But what to do with that extra space and freedom? Recently we've noticed that the New York Times has taken to filling the weekend void with poetic, allusive, hyper-detailed descriptions of underage girl-bodies that seem, well, just this side of yucky. Don't believe it? Read on.