StillILearn said:
Heavenly days, that man could write. And punctuate (or not.) Where on earth does one learn how to do what Nabokov did in a single lifetime?
SIL,
You certainly point to one of the amazing things about his writing and wonder well "where did it come from?"
I can't answer that one at all, but I myself have always had the awed impression that he also did his wizardry quite rapidly. He was very prolific, with other written and translated output at least equivalent to his numerous novels in total output. Somewhere, someone has counted up his works and they are much more numerous than 'just' his 17 novels. Seventeen novels! And I think
Lolita, the star of them all, may have taken only about two years. I say 'only' without any real idea of whether that is fast or slow, but it strikes me as quite rapid, given all the detailed imagery and intricately intertwined structure that it contains, not to mention the perfectly chosen words and phrases that create the innumerable scenes and the unforgettable characters and their amazing activities. Separately I have gained the impression that he worked continually, and devoted himself assiduously to his craft, which would be a necessary component for his profuse output. But wherefrom his style and his genius? One just shakes one's head.
Peder
PS As an afterthought, one might of course read his own version of where he came from, so to speak, in
Speak, Memory, his own autobiography. Brain Boyd has called that the most artistic autobiography ever written, comparing it to the greatest autobiographies ever written, by Augustine, Henry Adams, Rousseau and Tolstoy. And having just finished it, I easily agree with his further assessment that it is a masterpiece as great as Nabokov's greatest novels. It is dazzling and overwhelming and Nabokov, the man himself, is far more memorable even than any of the already unforgettable characters he has written in any of his novels.
But that's another story,
P.