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I went and re-read the review myself and darned if my memory hadn't smudged things up just as Bouazza said. I think I have oddly blurred together some different reviews, and exagerated a couple of the critiques in Updike's. I do think it's funny he complains about how large and heavy the collected stories are in a review collected in a book far more difficult to heft than N.'s ever thought about being. Also, in a footnote, he has quibbles with some of the language in the stories, none of which hold up (for instance he wonders if "pimp" can be used as a transitive verb--a quick trip to the dictionary says it can; the use of "linotype" to describe a barber's combing out flat layers of hair in "The Admiralty Spire" is extremely clever, gives one not only a very exact image but one economically tinged with the sense of a kind of industrial stereotyping of men's cookie-cutter hairstyles; and I couldn't tell what the problem with "eyed shadows move
on the garden path" from Mademoiselle O. was supposed to be, it's a refreshing change from the usual, over-used [even by N. himself] word for this lovely phenomenon,"dappled"). Toward the end of the review, after much praise of Nabokov's linguistic joy, we get the usual "inhuman" bit, the novels are glass cases or have glass pane's (the glass being of course metaphorical shorthand for Nabokov's style) between the reader and the characters in some of his stories; in the end he makes a curious sort of argument which tries, as Edmund White also did (I think he's who I might have been mixing things up with, I used to sit around in bookstores reading all this stuff so I didn't have to drop thirty dollars), to separate Nabokov's puzzles and puns from his lyrical descriptions of the everyday, which of course can't be done. Without those things Nabokov wouldn't have been able to wrap his mind around such fascinating subjects as Lolita; without his
gamemanship the characters would have drown in a soft-focus purple plush and we might have never have gotten a real taste of his sharp satirical insights about human behavior which suffuses his best work. Those wonderful literary nights in The Gift, or the hilarious, horrible scene where Humbert toys with the dentist Ivor Quilty to get Clare's address (the angry receptionist who slams the door on Humbert when he leaves Quilty's office has never left my mind).Â
--- On Thu, 2/5/09, A. Bouazza <mushtary@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
From: A. Bouazza <mushtary@YAHOO.COM>
Subject: Re: [NABOKV-L] Updike on Nabokov
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Date: Thursday, February 5, 2009, 3:48 AM
Following Mr Aisenberg's posting, I picked up Updike's "More Matters" and found his review of VN's Collected Short Stories more laudatory than implied. Please allow me to cite a few passages:Â
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"Sirin’s Sixty-Five Shimmering Short Stories
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Return trips to Paradise are risky. The prose of Vladimir Nabokov did loom as a paradise for me when I began to read [him]….over forty years ago…The publication now, eighteen years after Nabokov’s death, of his collected stores…offers a threat as well as a treat: a threat, that is, to dull and dampen a faithful reader’s old ardor with a ponderous assembly of short fiction already relished in the four handy collections…which the senior N had issued while alive.
His youthful passions for ledpidopterology, chess, and poetry fused to form a prose of unique intensity and trickiness….this tension in Nabokov’s case generated an unfailing cascade of bejeweled details, expressed with a language inventively straining at the limits of the expressible….
When he began to write stories in English, Nabokov sacrificed nothing of verbal ingenuity…”The Vane Sisters” with its purely American characters, is too spookily clever for words, but “scenes from the Life of a Double Monster” and “Lance” show that, had he chosen, he could have tweaked and deepened the shorter form as impressively as he did the novel in his amazing imported English. “Sirin,” his Russian pen-name, means “bird of paradise”; it was Nabokov’s preening gift to stir paradisiacal intimations wherever he alighted." More Matter, pp. 287-290
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A. Bouazza.
From: joseph Aisenberg <vanveen13@SBCGLOBAL.NET>
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Wasn't the only Updike novel that Nabokov praised The Centaur? I found his prose an odd mix of exact rhythmed description and bits and pieces of his influences. I've heard him say his major ones were Proust (?!!) and the english conversation novelist something or other Green. I remember thinking Couples had an unfortunate and grinding Joyless Joycean quality, but I adored his short story A&P. I also thought he did a very amusing review of The Defense back in the sixties collected in his first book chat Occasional Prose. Didn't really care for his review of N's collected short stories (in More Matter) where he said that he had lost his initial ecstatic response to N.'s prose, that there were some paradises one could never return to. He also maintained (as did Edmund White) that Nabokov as writer was the total austere aristocrat who was somehow ("charmingly", I recall) able to throw himself into the sordid world of Berlin pension life that he could
never really belong to--as if a real artist could ever belong anywhere! I remember thinking this didn't at all correspond to my Nabokov, who, as Mary Mccarthy once noted of all great writers, was a fantastic gossip; a novelist who loved to wallow in the colorfully unpleasant, prey to all the petty foibles of that petty world, no matter how apart from it he may have been. As for David Foster Wallace's comment, I can only say that this is an amusing criticism coming from someone who ended his life by committing suicide, the ultimate act of solipsism. I was never bothered by all Updike's sex; I was bothered by its being neither sexy nor audaciously perverse enough, merely the tepid (if occasionally poetic) expression of a rather middle class variety of lust gunked up in a lot of "ambitious" fancy writing. For a really biting review of Updike I suggest Gore Vidal's hilarious, if probably unfair, piece "Rabbit's Burrow" collected in The American
Empire, essays from 1992 to 2000. It's wonderfully bitchy. In any case I wish the best for his remains.
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on the garden path" from Mademoiselle O. was supposed to be, it's a refreshing change from the usual, over-used [even by N. himself] word for this lovely phenomenon,"dappled"). Toward the end of the review, after much praise of Nabokov's linguistic joy, we get the usual "inhuman" bit, the novels are glass cases or have glass pane's (the glass being of course metaphorical shorthand for Nabokov's style) between the reader and the characters in some of his stories; in the end he makes a curious sort of argument which tries, as Edmund White also did (I think he's who I might have been mixing things up with, I used to sit around in bookstores reading all this stuff so I didn't have to drop thirty dollars), to separate Nabokov's puzzles and puns from his lyrical descriptions of the everyday, which of course can't be done. Without those things Nabokov wouldn't have been able to wrap his mind around such fascinating subjects as Lolita; without his
gamemanship the characters would have drown in a soft-focus purple plush and we might have never have gotten a real taste of his sharp satirical insights about human behavior which suffuses his best work. Those wonderful literary nights in The Gift, or the hilarious, horrible scene where Humbert toys with the dentist Ivor Quilty to get Clare's address (the angry receptionist who slams the door on Humbert when he leaves Quilty's office has never left my mind).Â
--- On Thu, 2/5/09, A. Bouazza <mushtary@YAHOO.COM> wrote:
From: A. Bouazza <mushtary@YAHOO.COM>
Subject: Re: [NABOKV-L] Updike on Nabokov
To: NABOKV-L@LISTSERV.UCSB.EDU
Date: Thursday, February 5, 2009, 3:48 AM
Following Mr Aisenberg's posting, I picked up Updike's "More Matters" and found his review of VN's Collected Short Stories more laudatory than implied. Please allow me to cite a few passages:Â
Â
"Sirin’s Sixty-Five Shimmering Short Stories
Â
Return trips to Paradise are risky. The prose of Vladimir Nabokov did loom as a paradise for me when I began to read [him]….over forty years ago…The publication now, eighteen years after Nabokov’s death, of his collected stores…offers a threat as well as a treat: a threat, that is, to dull and dampen a faithful reader’s old ardor with a ponderous assembly of short fiction already relished in the four handy collections…which the senior N had issued while alive.
His youthful passions for ledpidopterology, chess, and poetry fused to form a prose of unique intensity and trickiness….this tension in Nabokov’s case generated an unfailing cascade of bejeweled details, expressed with a language inventively straining at the limits of the expressible….
When he began to write stories in English, Nabokov sacrificed nothing of verbal ingenuity…”The Vane Sisters” with its purely American characters, is too spookily clever for words, but “scenes from the Life of a Double Monster” and “Lance” show that, had he chosen, he could have tweaked and deepened the shorter form as impressively as he did the novel in his amazing imported English. “Sirin,” his Russian pen-name, means “bird of paradise”; it was Nabokov’s preening gift to stir paradisiacal intimations wherever he alighted." More Matter, pp. 287-290
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A. Bouazza.
From: joseph Aisenberg <vanveen13@SBCGLOBAL.NET>
To: NABOKV-L@LISTSERV.UCSB.EDU
Sent: Friday, January 30, 2009 6:31:12 AM
Subject: Re: [NABOKV-L] Albion
Wasn't the only Updike novel that Nabokov praised The Centaur? I found his prose an odd mix of exact rhythmed description and bits and pieces of his influences. I've heard him say his major ones were Proust (?!!) and the english conversation novelist something or other Green. I remember thinking Couples had an unfortunate and grinding Joyless Joycean quality, but I adored his short story A&P. I also thought he did a very amusing review of The Defense back in the sixties collected in his first book chat Occasional Prose. Didn't really care for his review of N's collected short stories (in More Matter) where he said that he had lost his initial ecstatic response to N.'s prose, that there were some paradises one could never return to. He also maintained (as did Edmund White) that Nabokov as writer was the total austere aristocrat who was somehow ("charmingly", I recall) able to throw himself into the sordid world of Berlin pension life that he could
never really belong to--as if a real artist could ever belong anywhere! I remember thinking this didn't at all correspond to my Nabokov, who, as Mary Mccarthy once noted of all great writers, was a fantastic gossip; a novelist who loved to wallow in the colorfully unpleasant, prey to all the petty foibles of that petty world, no matter how apart from it he may have been. As for David Foster Wallace's comment, I can only say that this is an amusing criticism coming from someone who ended his life by committing suicide, the ultimate act of solipsism. I was never bothered by all Updike's sex; I was bothered by its being neither sexy nor audaciously perverse enough, merely the tepid (if occasionally poetic) expression of a rather middle class variety of lust gunked up in a lot of "ambitious" fancy writing. For a really biting review of Updike I suggest Gore Vidal's hilarious, if probably unfair, piece "Rabbit's Burrow" collected in The American
Empire, essays from 1992 to 2000. It's wonderfully bitchy. In any case I wish the best for his remains.
Â
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