Posted on 02/22/2017 7:16:01 AM PST by Borges
To know Vladimir Nabokov is not to love him.
When Nabokov died in 1977, The New York Times hailed him as a giant in the world of literature. Two of his novels, Lolita and Pale Fire, landed on the Modern Librarys 1998 list of the best English novels of the 20th century. His legions of fans regard Nabokovs failure to win a Nobel Prize as one of the great literary travesties of the 20th century.
Only now, 40 years after his death, are some critics daring to suggest that many of his 18 novels are mediocre at best and that his masterpiece, Lolita, is a gruesome celebration of pedophile rape. Moreover the cherubic writer known to us from famous Life magazine photo shoots, jauntily brandishing his butterfly net in the Tetons or the Alps, proves to be a nasty piece of work. Distasteful people can do wonderful work Pablo Picasso was no walk in the park but their art doesnt excuse their noxious behavior.
There are currently five scholarly journals devoted to Nabokov studies. His allusive style and trilingual (English, French, Russian) wordplay are catnip for academics, who endlessly parse challenging texts like Pale Fire a novel in verse, followed by obscurantist commentary finding new apercus tailor-made for small-journal publication. Nabokovs apotheosis in academe is quite ironical, because he and his close friend, the literary critic Edmund Wilson, shared an icy disdain for the ivory tower. They viewed universities as ATMs, handy because there were so many of them, and because they were flush with cash. Nabokov, who arrived in the United States penniless in 1940, had to rely on teaching assignments at Wellesley and Cornell to feed his family for 15 years. The moment Lolita made him financially independent, he fled Cornell for Switzerland and never set foot in a classroom again.
In his lifetime, Nabokov received many contrary and often puzzled reviews. The Hollywood producer Robert Evans famously flew to Switzerland in 1968 to read an advance copy of the novel Ada in one day. It was torture, he recalled. Dwight Macdonald hated Pale Fire on behalf of Partisan Review, calling it unreadable . . . too clever by half . . . Philistine . . . false and he hadnt even finished his first paragraph!
I just spent the better part of three years with Nabokov, preparing a book about his friendship and eventual blood feud with Wilson. I would argue that the first real fissure in the adulatory critical wall hailing the literary giant came in 1990, in George Steiners erudite assessment of the first volume of Brian Boyds Nabokov biography, Vladimir Nabokov: The Russian Years. Writing in The New Yorker, Steiner perceived, a lack of generosity of spirit in Boyds subject: Nabokovs case seems to entail a deep-lying inhumanity, or, more precisely, unhumanity, Steiner wrote. There is compassion in Nabokov, but it is far outweighed by lofty or morose disdain.
Last years 60th anniversary of the publication of Lolita prompted some serious soul-searching and critical revision, most forcefully from female writers and critics. Rebecca Solnit, for instance, wrote a cringe-inducing and hilarious essay, Men Explain Lolita to Me, including these lines: A nice liberal man came along and explained to me this book was actually an allegory as though I hadnt thought of that yet. It is, and its also a novel about a big old guy violating a spindly child over and over and over. Then she weeps.
Im all for a critical reappraisal. I labored mightily to hack through The Gift, which novelist Robert Roper calls less than compelling in his recent partial biography, Nabokov in America. Im a Lolita fan, but lets face it, Solnit is right: This is a sprightly little tale about the serial rape of an unwilling or indifferent 12-year-old, embraced and promoted by the male literary establishment.
I also welcome some reassessments of Nabokovs appalling personality, which slid deeper and deeper into solipsistic self-reverence as the Lolita royalties rolled in.
The constant accrual of money and fame reinforced his certainty of his own genius, which he was never shy about proclaiming. I think like a genius are the first five words of his 1973 collection of interviews and essay, Strong Opinions.
To be fair, Nabokov generously supported several friends and relatives cast adrift by the 20th century European maelstroms, and there is plenty of evidence that his 52-year-long marriage to Vera Slonim was almost as cloudless as he claimed it was. But then there is Nabokov, the public crank.
Dostoyevsky, Nabokov told anyone who would listen, was a third-rate writer and his fame is incomprehensible. He called Henry James that pale porpoise. Philip Roth? Farcical. Norman Mailer? I detest everything that he stands for. T. S. Eliot and Thomas Mann were fakes. When his friend Wilson suggested that he include Jane Austen in his Cornell survey course on European literature, Nabokov responded, I dislike Jane [Austen] and am prejudiced, in fact, against all women writers.
Leo Tolstoy and Nikolai Gogol: da. Everybody else: nyet.
That kind of chaffing can be written off to showmanship; Look at the Harlequins, if you will. But Nabokovs attacks on his fellow Russian novelist Boris Pasternak were anything but amusing. The moment that Pasternak won the Nobel Prize for Doctor Zhivago in 1958, Nabokov waged a bitter, personal campaign against Pasternak, a nonstop stream of vitriol made less comprehensible because Nabokov knew full well how Pasternak was being persecuted back in the USSR.
Plenty of monsters make great art, and Vladimir Nabokov was one of them.
Quote Icon Having won the much-coveted Nobel, and now supplanting Lolita on the American best-seller lists, Zhivago drove Nabokov bonkers. Nabokov suggested to anyone who would listen that the novel was a KGB plant and that Pasternaks mistress, Olga Ivinskaya, was the real author of the book. Know them by the company they keep: It was Nabokov and the Stalinist stooges inside the USSR who pushed the ugly Ivinskaya-as-author theory.
Nabokov clearly had an idee fixe about (undeserving?) Russian writers winning the Nobel Prize. He likewise harbored suspicions that Alexander Solzhenitsyn, whose work he dismissed as juicy journalese, was a KGB cats paw. How else, Andrea Pitzer writes in The Secret History of Vladimir Nabokov, could his work appear in Russia and make its way to the West, while Solzhenitsyn himself remained free? Ironically, after he won his Nobel Prize, Solzhenitsyn sent a note to the Academy, recommending Nabokov for the prize.
Plenty of monsters make great art, and many of their names emblazon lists of Nobelists, poet laureates, and so. And there is no doubt that Nabokov created great art, in two languages, like Joseph Conrad, whom he predictably disdained. (A collection of glorified cliches.) His achievements speak volumes. If only he hadnt been such a jerk.
Don’t be a jerk...Its just my opinion. Do you have limits???
But people with letters behind their name who want to show how enlightened they are like to force young people to read filth.
My interpretation is he was pinning or lusting, which is sick in itself, but never followed through.
“Don’t stand so close to me.”
No jerk intentions here. I’m just curious what you think. If I didn’t care I wouldn’t ask.
What Nabokov have you read? He’s actually mostly been ignored by Academia. Feminists don’t like him and his conservative politics don’t fly well in modern day Academic circles.
That song, and 2112, started my literary exploration. Thankfully, my dear mother was a librarian at the time.
It’s important to turn bad things into art. It’s the whole basis of morality plays, it’s an opportunity for society to reiterate its values, it’s a reminder to the audience that evil exists closer than they might think, it’s a reminder of how easy it is to get sucked into evil. Now if there are some bad things you don’t want to consume as art that’s OK, but to rule out bad things as a source of art is to forget what art is.
Couldn't tell it from his yawners of books.
But mostly his stuff was just dull. If you are not in to sexual titillation from children Lolita is boring.
And as for being ignored, please. Every college has his tripe on the "must read" list. At least they did when I was in college. If they have dropped it then it is because they found something worse to demand you drag your way through.
Nabokov was a staunch anti-communist all of his life. He supported McCarthy, the Vietnam war and hated the hippies. He was a good friend of William F Buckley. Lolita has no sex scenes. It is not remotely titillating. It’s also not boring for a moment unless you need constant ‘action scenes’. I’ve been through English Lit programs both as an undergrad and as a grad student and have never encountered him. Nor have the people I know at other schools. He’s always been more of a grass roots/cult writer.
So?
You still could not tell it from his books.
Lolita has no sex scenes. It is not remotely titillating. Its also not boring for a moment unless you need constant action scenes.
Your opinion. You are entitled to it. But not your own reality.
Ive been through English Lit programs both as an undergrad and as a grad student and have never encountered him.
And I did.
Hes always been more of a grass roots/cult writer.
He has always been a crushing bore defended by the pretentious.
What politics can you tell from his books then?
No it’s fact. Lolita has no sex scenes. No four letter words. Feel free to post an excerpt. I’ve read it multiple times. There is nothing remotely pornographic in it. A writer like D.H. Lawrence is much more explicit and that was an earlier generation.
I’m guessing you don’t like Modernist writing in general. Joyce, Woolf, Faulkner...
Lolita may have been a literary masterpiece, but I make my computer crime investigation classes read it to see how a pedophile’s mind works.
I don’t even know if it’s accurate in that sense.
Close enough. It’s a story of an old guy diddling a little girl. You can slap all the lipstick on it that you want to, but it’s a glorification of child rape.
It doesn’t glorify it at all. It depicts it as aberrant and destructive. Have you read it?
Yep, I read it. Found it most disturbing too
What part of it glorified child rape? That’s absurd and bears no relation to the text.
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