StillILearn said:
Lovely, Peder. Thank you for that quote. How can I stay mad at a man who writes things like that?
Maybe it was just Vera who I was beginning to dislike. Did you get the feeling that Stacy Schiff actually liked her?
Still,
Well I certainly hope you don't stay angry at Nabokov the author. In fact you make a very good point! It is writing like that which can separate Nabokov, the author, from Nabokov, the man, in one's estimation.
Your second observation and question is more difficult. I think that maybe Stacy Shiff was more of a romantic who admired
those aspects of their lives: his success, their love, her adoration,
his adoration, their intellectual liveliness, their one-ness, their exclusive circle of friends, and so on. Those are the things that stand out to me when I think back. And, looking at the picture of the two of them playing chess on the cover of my book, that picture shows their serenity in each other even as they challenged each other intellectually. It is a perfectly wonderful picture as I look at it.
I have the feeling that Stacy Shiff was as completely swept away as I was when Vera walked up to Vladimir, emerging out of the dark mists on the bridge that night (wearing a mask, do I remember?), reciting his poetry to him from memory. There
had to be something special come from that! And that is what I think she saw. I think she admired them in the large, so to speak, even if there were things she didn't admire in particular. But she wasn't out to do a hatchet job and I think she wrote about them admirably dispassionately with a wonderful and sympathetic sense of humor.
The explanation, for example, of why VN could not be promoted to head of the Russian Department at Cornell was hilarious. He had worked for two years for an academic department that didn't exist! How, how ironic that he of all people should find himself in a truly Nabokovian situation and
be unaware of it. Plus the scene of Vera asking her friend to read
Lolita but by all means to keep the manuscript away from her young son! And I think Shiff admired a woman who was given her lead and made such effective use of it! Keeping the entire publishing world at bay and at her feet. (And her husband under control.)
But these are mostly my projections of my own feelings about the book and its characters, and I have difficulty separating them from what Shiff's attitudes might have been. That would take a reread
Even if I were able to do it, which I doubt.
In terms of what can a woman accomplish, in the world and with her life, here is as good a story as I know. I think they were both successful in their own terms far beyond our ability to imagine. And that I can only admire. Just think! He discovered not a new butterfly, but six new varieties of butterfly! That had to fill him with tremendous pride and sense of accomplishment. And when she saw him the center of attention in a reception or a party, I am sure she felt with justifiable pride "That is the success that
I helped make!" How do
we measure our own accomplishments, and how do we count
their number? I think Vera and her husband beat us all!
But, sorry that I can't answer your question
Peder