Actually.....
I'm beginning to think that
Pnin may just be Nabokov's finest work. I haven't read
Look at the Harlequins yet, his last complete novel, but the more I think about it the more I think that
Pnin very nicely collects into one story just about anything and everything that one might think of as characeristically Nabokovian. And with a very sympathetic protagonist at that.
As we have been seeing, the layering and allusions backward and forward through the story are magnificently hidden in plain sight. Nabokov himself slides into and out of
two different layers right before our very eyes. And his own life drifts into focus in scenes from time to and then drifts back out of the story.
His construction and descriptions of situation are wonderful, as with the purchase of the 'round' football (not a torpedo, not an egg) through to its subsequent defenestration, as well as the episode of the bowl and the nutcracker, even ignoring the whole harrowing Cremona episode. His use of language to describe a scene in intricate visual detail is on display and absolutely extraordinary. And the perfection of his ability to indicate such an elusive thing as personality with just a few words is impossible to describe, but can only be illustrated, as in the kitchen scene with Joan Clements which shows her to be such a wonderful person in just nine words. (That's ten words or less.
)
The book contains his ability to clearly describe the physical world and make it more real than even a painting or picture. And there is his impish and irrepressible multilingual sense of humor ('Tom' at the party, as an author's joke at the expense of Pnin; the old Russian balads, which are anything but old or ballads) and even a wry commentary on the political situation. And there is the final chess move to tie it all together.
What more can one want?
Well, missing perhaps is his ability to extract 40 puns out of the 20 words in a 10-word sentence, as he does so conspicuously and endlessly in
Ada, or Ardor. But that is a book enirely unlike any other. And it includes a truly heartbreaking love story as well. So maybe, after all, there are
two greatest Nabokovian works.
But maybe missing also is his ability to present us with two completely outrageous characters and get us to finally develop an affection for them, as he does in
Lolita. So, perhaps, there are three greatest works.
Or maybe four? Or five? Would anyone believe only six?
But I think that -- just perhaps -- Pnin has more of it all together in one place than any other of his books. At least that I have read, so far.
It was justly hailed upon its publication, even in the shadow of Lolita which preceded it.
One of the greatest authors of the twentieth century? Absolutely!
One of my favorite authors?
You bet!
Peder