pontalba
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steffee said:Awww, stop the tidying out the computer room and get yourself some rest.
Hope you feel better soon
I do, and thanks.
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steffee said:Awww, stop the tidying out the computer room and get yourself some rest.
Hope you feel better soon
Oliver Sacks has told me how fascinated he was to learn that as a seven-year-old in the throes of fever Vladimir Nabokov lost his skills as a mathematical prodigy, and found on his recovery that butterflies seemed to have recolonized some of the mental terrain he had formerly dedicated to his concern for, for instance, the seventeenth root of 3529471145760-275132301897342055866171392.
Nabokov himself would have been delighted by Sacks’s work and by his interest. He had already been delighted when in 1949 a team of psychologists drew on his detailed explanation of his synesthesia in his “Portrait of My Mother,” only two months after the memoir’s publication in the New Yorker and years before it became, as planned, Chapter 2 of his autobiography. Before it was called Speak, Memory, the autobiography was entitled Conclusive Evidence, partly because Nabokov, still working at the microscope at Harvard’s Museum of Comparative Zoology when he began the project, had conceived it as both an artistic and a scientific challenge, an attempt to recount his life with the maximum art and the maximum precision in retracing the strands of his personality. Indeed Véra Nabokov wrote to one of the coauthors of the paper on synesthesia, objecting to the implication that the metaphors he had chosen to specify the exact colors he associated with each letter of the alphabet—“In the brown group, there are the rich rubbery tone of soft g, paler j, and the drab shoelace of h”—were “a concession to literature. He says that, being a scientist (entomologist), he considers his prose scientific and would have used the same metaphors in a scientific article.”
Since that first 1949 discussion of Nabokov’s synesthesia by psychologists, there has been much more scientific work on the phenomenon, and Nabokov is almost invariably cited both for the artistic and scientific exactness of his report and as a prime example, along with Kandinsky, Scriabin and Hockney, of the association of synesthesia with artistic originality.
The book's popularity--due in large part to its New Yorker serialization--was unprecedented in Nabokov's career; Pnin went into a second printing within two weeks of publication. Edmund Wilson attempted to explain the work's success, writing Nabokov that he "may at last have made contact with the great American public--the reviews I have so far seen all say exactly the same thing: this shows that no one is puzzled, they know how they are meant to react." Perhaps surprisingly, Kingsley Amis was appalled by the novel. He wrote: "That this limp, tasteless salad of Joyce, Chaplin, Mary MacCarthy [sic] and of course Nabokov (who should know better) has had delighted noises made over it by Edmund Wilson, Randall Jarrell and Graham Greene is a mystery of some dimensions.
The greatest of invented poets: Pale Fire, 1962
Nabokov called Pale Fire's form "specifically, if not generically, new." "Generically," perhaps, it is his answer to the verse novel, exemplified by Pushkin's Eugene Onegin. Specifically, it is centered on the title poem, "Pale Fire," a 999-line verse, divided into four cantos, by the fictional deceased poet John Shade--in Nabokov's estimation, "by far the greatest of invented poets." The poem is introduced by the supposedly mad critic Charles Kinbote, in a foreword written in the spirit of Nabokov's own explanatory forewords. Kinbote also provides a 300-page "commentary" and index, which together recount the history of Zembla, "a distant Northern land."
NYPL, Berg Collection Nabokov composed a number of his later works (here, Pale Fire) on index cards. As he observed in a 1967 interview: "Since I always have at the very start a curiously clear preview of the entire novel before me or above me, I find cards especially convenient when not following the logical sequence of chapters but preparing instead this or that passage at any point in the novel and filling in the gaps in no special order."
Nabokov had been turning over various seeds of Pale Fire as early as 1939, but its final form did not crystallize until 1960. When he submitted the poem, originally called "The Brink," to Esquire in 1961, he told the editor Rust Hills that it was "racy and tricky, and unpleasant, and bizarre." (Esquire rejected the piece, as the magazine never published poetry.) The novel was published in April 1962, and by summer it was a best-seller, despite the complexity of the narrative and the fact that, according to Nabokov, "few reviewers realized what it was really about." Reviews were mixed, but Mary McCarthy's encomium in her New Republic review, "A Bolt From the Blue," eclipsed them all: she called it "one of the very great works of art of this century." Pale Fire, too, was nominated for but did not win the National Book Award.
StillILearn said:steffe,I noticed that you have been reading Oliver Sacks, and I found this reference to him while reading in one of Peder's links that he so kindly posted above:
Nabokov's Blues
What a cute cartoon, I need to find one that shows I can't stay off line enough to finish my book.steffee said:Pontalba, it's us...
Madeline said:What a cute cartoon, I need to find one that shows I can't stay off line enough to finish my book.
Madeline said:What great info on VN, I've started a folder for his bio
pontalba said:Hah! Now!, Madeline you have hit the nail squarely upon its little teeny head!!
pontalba]LOL [Its made me curious as to exactly why. There are several explanations, but I can't make up my mind yet as to which one I ascribe to. After we read more bios, maybe we can figure it out.
StillILearn said:Now I'm wondering if perhaps his synesthesia might not have accounted for some of this?
StillILearn said:Now I'm wondering if perhaps his synesthesia might not have accounted for some of this?
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Omigosh, steffee, you just have to try some cornbread. Think of what you'd say if somebody told you they'd never tried Yorkshire pudding! (Except that cornbread is actually a healthy food, which Yorkshire pudding cannot possibly be.)
steffee said:Ahh, but cornbread can't possibly be as yummy as Yorkie puds!!