Describing Daniel Veen’s triple trip round the globe, Van Veen (the narrator and main character in VN’s novel Ada or Ardor: a Family Chronicle, 1969) mentions a dove hole marked RE AMOR and a silver salver:
Poor Dan’s erotic life was neither complicated nor beautiful, but somehow or other (he soon forgot the exact circumstances as one forgets the measurements and price of a fondly made topcoat worn on and off for at least a couple of seasons) he fell comfortably in love with Marina, whose family he had known when they still had their Raduga place (later sold to Mr Eliot, a Jewish businessman). One afternoon in the spring of 1871, he proposed to Marina in the Up elevator of Manhattan’s first ten-floor building, was indignantly rejected at the seventh stop (Toys), came down alone and, to air his feelings, set off in a counter-Fogg direction on a triple trip round the globe, adopting, like an animated parallel, the same itinerary every time. In November 1871, as he was in the act of making his evening plans with the same smelly but nice cicerone in a cafe-au-lait suit whom he had hired already twice at the same Genoese hotel, an aerocable from Marina (forwarded with a whole week's delay via his Manhattan office which had filed it away through a new girl's oversight in a dove hole marked RE AMOR) arrived on a silver salver telling him she would marry him upon his return to America. (1.1)
Darkbloom (‘Notes to Ada’): Counter-Fogg: Phileas Fogg, Jules Verne’s globetrotter, travelled from West to East.
A dove hole and a silver salver bring to mind Andrey Bely’s novel Serebryanyi golub’ (“The Silver Dove,” 1909). “To Andrey Bely” (1904) and Amor fati (1907) are poems by Pavel Florenski. In his essay Antoniy romana i Antoniy predaniya (“Anthony of the Novel and Anthony of the Legend,” 1907) Florenski says that the idea of La Tentation De Saint Antoine (“The Temptation of Saint Anthony,” 1874) first came to Flaubert in 1844, when he was traveling with his father in Italy. It happened in Genoa, in Palazzo Doria, in front of a painting by Teniers or Bruegel:
Приняв это к сведению, мы должны рассмотреть «Искушение Святого Антония».
Идея только что названной поэмы пришла Флоберу в голову в 1844 г., когда он, после обнаружения падучей, путешествовал с отцом по Италии. Это было, именно, в Генуе, во дворце Дориа, перед картиной Теньера или Брегеля - подробность характерная: произведение, где вся суть - чисто-внутренние процессы души, Поэма, которая, по-видимому, занята самыми безобразными явлениями сознания, тончайшим психологическим анализом и «микрологией душевной жизни» (как сказал по другому, правда, поводу Жан Поль Рихтер), зачинается от взгляда на картину.
Однако было бы ошибкой видеть тут случайность. Способ зачатия виден в каждой детали плода его, Поэмы, потому что вся она - не что иное, как беспредельно развертывающееся полотно, цепь зрительных представлений и слуховых галлюцинаций. (II-III)
Jean Paul Richter's mikrologiya dushevnoy zhizni (micrology of the soul life) mentioned by Florenski brings to mind Captain Grant's Microgalaxies, a book that Ada had read at the age of ten or eleven:
Amorously, now, in her otherwise dolorous and irresolute adolescence, Ada was even more aggressive and responsive than in her abnormally passionate childhood. A diligent student of case histories, Dr Van Veen never quite managed to match ardent twelve-year-old Ada with a non-delinquent, non-nymphomaniac, mentally highly developed, spiritually happy and normal English child in his files, although many similar little girls had bloomed — and run to seed — in the old châteaux of France and Estotiland as portrayed in extravagant romances and senile memoirs. His own passion for her Van found even harder to study and analyze. When he recollected caress by caress his Venus Villa sessions, or earlier visits to the riverhouses of Ranta or Livida, he satisfied himself that his reactions to Ada remained beyond all that, since the merest touch of her finger or mouth following a swollen vein produced not only a more potent but essentially different delicia than the slowest ‘winslow’ of the most sophisticated young harlot. What, then, was it that raised the animal act to a level higher than even that of the most exact arts or the wildest flights of pure science? It would not be sufficient to say that in his love-making with Ada he discovered the pang, the ogon’, the agony of supreme ‘reality.’ Reality, better say, lost the quotes it wore like claws — in a world where independent and original minds must cling to things or pull things apart in order to ward off madness or death (which is the master madness). For one spasm or two, he was safe. The new naked reality needed no tentacle or anchor; it lasted a moment, but could be repeated as often as he and she were physically able to make love. The color and fire of that instant reality depended solely on Ada’s identity as perceived by him. It had nothing to do with virtue or the vanity of virtue in a large sense — in fact it seemed to Van later that during the ardencies of that summer he knew all along that she had been, and still was, atrociously untrue to him — just as she knew long before he told her that he had used off and on, during their separation, the live mechanisms tense males could rent for a few minutes as described, with profuse woodcuts and photographs, in a three-volume History of Prostitution which she had read at the age of ten or eleven, between Hamlet and Captain Grant’s Microgalaxies. (1.35)
Darkbloom (‘Notes to Ada’): ogon’: Russ., fire.
Microgalaxies: known on Terra as Les Enfants du Capitaine Grant, by Jules Verne.
Florenski is the author of several essays on Shakespeare's Hamlet. Antony and Cleopatra is a tragedy by Shakespeare (a Roman general, Mark Antony, 83-30 BC, has nothing to do with Saint Anthony, a Christian monk who lived in Egypt a couple of centuries later). Cleopatra was a Queen of Egypt. In Konstantin Leontiev's novel Egipetskiy golub' ("The Egyptian Dove: the Story of a Russian," 1881) Ladnev falls in love with Masha Antoniadi (who returns his love):
Я ожидал, ожидал и дождался! Все это случилось почти в одно время; я влюбился в Машу Антониади и узнал, что и она меня любит, именно тогда, когда Велико, молодой болгарин, бежал из казацкого полка Садык-паши и скрылся у меня в доме. Тогда и персик у высокой стены моей покрылся весь розовыми цветами, потому что настала весна; в то время и я сам стал все лучше и лучше понимать, что воркует, что говорит и пророчит мне мой египетский голубок! (Chapter I)
The action in Leontiev's novel takes place in Turkey. In Kim Beauharnais's album Van sees a photograph of Dr Krolik's brother (Ada's first lover), Karol, or Karapars, Krolik, a Doctor of Philosophy, born in Turkey. (2.7)
As he speaks to Nagibin (a wealthy young Russian in Constantinople who managed to get a rare illustrated edition of "The Secret Pompeian Museum"), Ladnev mentions the noble demons of Milton and Lermontov:
Счастливая случайность выручила меня неожиданно. Тоскуя о новом платье, я зашел к Вячеславу Нагибину, молодому чиновнику русского почтового ведомства в Константинополе.
Он был юноша богатый; расчетливый до скупости; по службе аккуратный; маленького роста, свежий и красивый, как куколка; охотник до хороших вещей, до древностей, до восточных ковров, до кипсеков. Я с ним был в хороших отношениях; во время приездов моих в столицу находил всегда пристанище на прекрасном диване его приемной, и даже, признаюсь (я дал себе слово во всем признаваться в этом рассказе), удивлял всех тем, что умел, несмотря на его чрезвычайную расчетливость, занимать у него деньги, льстя ему и подделываясь без особого труда под его археологические вкусы. На этот раз мне опять удалось то же самое и в гораздо больших размерах. Нагибин достал где-то очень редкое иллюстрированное издание «Секретный Помпейский Музей». Я начал объяснять ему, почему эти, по-видимому, бесстыдные изображения помпейских жилищ не производят на человека со вкусом и нравственным чувством того возмутительного впечатления, которое производят на него цинические картины нашего времени. Я доказывал ему (конечно, не без основания), что сравнительное целомудрие и изящество древнего сладострастия происходило от того, что было освещено как бы косвенными лучами самого религиозного начала, господствовавшего в греко-римской жизни, и потому самые бесстыдные изображения были чужды того цинического юмора и той грязной грубости, с которою приступают ко всему подобному люди нашего времени (и особенно гадкие эти французы) вопреки Христианству...
— Растлением античного мира, — сказал я, — как будто бы правили благородные демоны Мильтона и Лермонтова; современным развратом правит отвратительный Мефистофель. В нравственном отношении, — прибавил я, — быть может, это и лучше, так как есть умы и сердца, которые, отвращаясь от грязи и цинизма, легко поддаются тонкому обаянию плотской эстетики. Но в отношении искусства — совсем иначе. (Chapter IV)
Van calls Ada (who mentioned the Stabian flower girl) "Pompeianella:"
The two young discoverers of that strange and sickening treasure commented upon it as follows:
‘I deduce,’ said the boy, ‘three main facts: that not yet married Marina and her. married sister hibernated in my lieu de naissance; that Marina had her own Dr Krolik, pour ainsi dire; and that the orchids came from Demon who preferred to stay by the sea, his dark-blue great-grandmother.’
‘I can add,’ said the girl, ‘that the petal belongs to the common Butterfly Orchis; that my mother was even crazier than her sister; and that the paper flower so cavalierly dismissed is a perfectly recognizable reproduction of an early-spring sanicle that I saw in profusion on hills in coastal California last February. Dr Krolik, our local naturalist, to whom you, Van, have referred, as Jane Austen might have phrased it, for the sake of rapid narrative information (you recall Brown, don’t you, Smith?), has determined the example I brought back from Sacramento to Ardis, as the Bear-Foot, B,E,A,R, my love, not my foot or yours, or the Stabian flower girl’s — an allusion, which your father, who, according to Blanche, is also mine, would understand like this’ (American finger-snap). ‘You will be grateful,’ she continued, embracing him, ‘for my not mentioning its scientific name. Incidentally the other foot — the Pied de Lion from that poor little Christmas larch, is by the same hand — possibly belonging to a very sick Chinese boy who came all the way from Barkley College.’
‘Good for you, Pompeianella (whom you saw scattering her flowers in one of Uncle Dan’s picture books, but whom I admired last summer in a Naples museum). Now don’t you think we should resume our shorts and shirts and go down, and bury or burn this album at once, girl. Right?
‘Right,’ answered Ada. ‘Destroy and forget. But we still have an hour before tea.’ (1.1)
Darkbloom (‘Notes to Ada’): lieu de naissance: birthplace.
pour ainsi dire: so to say.
Jane Austen: allusion to rapid narrative information imparted through dialogue, in Mansfield Park.
‘Bear-Foot’, not ‘bare foot’: both children are naked.
Stabian flower girl: allusion to the celebrated mural painting (the so-called ‘Spring’) from Stabiae in the National Museum of Naples: a maiden scattering blossoms.
Describing the difference between Terra and Antiterra (aka Demonia, Earth's twin planet on which Ada is set), Van mentions the Amerussia of Abraham Milton, Palermontovia (a part of the British Commonwealth) and says that "our enchanters, our demons, are noble iridescent creatures with translucent talons and mightily beating wings:"
Revelation can be more perilous than Revolution. Sick minds identified the notion of a Terra planet with that of another world and this ‘Other World’ got confused not only with the ‘Next World’ but with the Real World in us and beyond us. Our enchanters, our demons, are noble iridescent creatures with translucent talons and mightily beating wings; but in the eighteen-sixties the New Believers urged one to imagine a sphere where our splendid friends had been utterly degraded, had become nothing but vicious monsters, disgusting devils, with the black scrota of carnivora and the fangs of serpents, revilers and tormentors of female souls; while on the opposite side of the cosmic lane a rainbow mist of angelic spirits, inhabitants of sweet Terra, restored all the stalest but still potent myths of old creeds, with rearrangement for melodeon of all the cacophonies of all the divinities and divines ever spawned in the marshes of this our sufficient world.
Sufficient for your purpose, Van, entendons-nous. (Note in the margin.) (1.3)
Darkbloom (‘Notes to Ada’): entendons-nous: let’s have it clear (Fr.).
Describing his first visit to Villa Venus (Eric Veen's floramors), Van mentions three Egyptian squaws:
Three Egyptian squaws, dutifully keeping in profile (long ebony eye, lovely snub, braided black mane, honey-hued faro frock, thin amber arms, Negro bangles, doughnut earring of gold bisected by a pleat of the mane, Red Indian hairband, ornamental bib), lovingly borrowed by Eric Veen from a reproduction of a Theban fresco (no doubt pretty banal in 1420 B.C.), printed in Germany (Künstlerpostkarte Nr. 6034, says cynical Dr Lagosse), prepared me by means of what parched Eric called ‘exquisite manipulations of certain nerves whose position and power are known only to a few ancient sexologists,’ accompanied by the no less exquisite application of certain ointments, not too specifically mentioned in the pornolore of Eric’s Orientalia, for receiving a scared little virgin, the descendant of an Irish king, as Eric was told in his last dream in Ex, Switzerland, by a master of funerary rather than fornicatory ceremonies. (2.3)
Darkbloom (‘Notes to Ada’): Künstlerpostkarte: Germ., art picture postcards.
The Triptych of Temptation of St. Anthony (c. 1501) is an oil painting on wood panels by Hieronymus Bosch. According to Van, he received the second letter from Ada in the Louvre right in front of Bosch’s Bâteau Ivre:
He did not answer her letter, and a fortnight later John James, now got up as a German tourist, all pseudo-tweed checks, handed Van a second message, in the Louvre right in front of Bosch’s Bâteau Ivre, the one with a jester drinking in the riggings (poor old Dan thought it had something to do with Brant’s satirical poem!). There would be no answer — though answers were included, with the return ticket, in the price, as the honest messenger pointed out. (2.1)
Darkbloom (‘Notes to Ada’): bateau ivre: ‘sottish ship’, title of Rimbaud’s poem here used instead of ‘ship of fools’.
Van and Ada use Marvell’s poem ‘The Garden’ and Rimbaud’s poem ‘Mémoire’ for their coded messages:
In the second period of separation, beginning in 1886, the code was radically altered. Both Van and Ada still knew by heart the seventy-two lines of Marvell’s ‘The Garden’ and the forty lines of Rimbaud’s ‘Mémoire.’ It was from those two texts that they chose the letters of the words they needed. For example, l2.11. l1.2.20. l2.8 meant ‘love,’ with ‘l’ and the number following it denoting the line in the Marvell poem, and the next number giving the position of the letter in that line, l2.11, meaning ‘eleventh letter in second line,’ I hold this to be pretty clear; and when, for the sake of misleading variety, the Rimbaud poem was used, the letter denoting the line would simply be capitalized. Again, this is a nuisance to explain, and the explanation is fun to read only for the purpose (thwarted, I am afraid) of looking for errors in the examples. Anyway, it soon proved to have defects even more serious than those of the first code. Security demanded they should not possess the poems in print or script for consultation and however marvelous their power of retention was, errors were bound to increase. (1.26)
According to Demon Veen (Van’s and Ada’s father who is associated with Lermontov's "Demon"), in his deathbed delirium Uncle Dan raved about Bosch (the author of The Garden of Earthly Delights):
According to Bess (which is ‘fiend’ in Russian), Dan’s buxom but otherwise disgusting nurse, whom he preferred to all others and had taken to Ardis because she managed to extract orally a few last drops of ‘play-zero’ (as the old whore called it) out of his poor body, he had been complaining for some time, even before Ada’s sudden departure, that a devil combining the characteristics of a frog and a rodent desired to straddle him and ride him to the torture house of eternity. To Dr Nikulin Dan described his rider as black, pale-bellied, with a black dorsal buckler shining like a dung beetle’s back and with a knife in his raised forelimb. On a very cold morning in late January Dan had somehow escaped, through a basement maze and a toolroom, into the brown shrubbery of Ardis; he was naked except for a red bath towel which trailed from his rump like a kind of caparison, and, despite the rough going, had crawled on all fours, like a crippled steed under an invisible rider, deep into the wooded landscape. On the other hand, had he attempted to warn her she might have made her big Ada yawn and uttered something irrevocably cozy at the moment he opened the thick protective door.
‘I beg you, sir,’ said Van, ‘go down, and I’ll join you in the bar as soon as I’m dressed. I’m in a delicate situation.’
‘Come, come,’ retorted Demon, dropping and replacing his monocle. ‘Cordula won’t mind.’
‘It’s another, much more impressionable girl’ — (yet another awful fumble!). ‘Damn Cordula! Cordula is now Mrs Tobak.’
‘Oh, of course!’ cried Demon. ‘How stupid of me! I remember Ada’s fiancé telling me — he and young Tobak worked for a while in the same Phoenix bank. Of course. Splendid broad-shouldered, blue-eyed, blond chap. Backbay Tobakovich!’
‘I don’t care,’ said clenched Van, ‘if he looks like a crippled, crucified, albino toad. Please, Dad, I really must —’
‘Funny your saying that. I’ve dropped in only to tell you poor cousin Dan has died an odd Boschean death. He thought a fantastic rodent sort of rode him out of the house. They found him too late, he expired in Nikulin’s clinic, raving about that detail of the picture. I’m having the deuce of a time rounding up the family. The picture is now preserved in the Vienna Academy of Art.’
‘Father, I’m sorry — but I’m trying to tell you —’
‘If I could write,’ mused Demon, ‘I would describe, in too many words no doubt, how passionately, how incandescently, how incestuously — c’est le mot — art and science meet in an insect, in a thrush, in a thistle of that ducal bosquet. Ada is marrying an outdoor man, but her mind is a closed museum, and she, and dear Lucette, once drew my attention, by a creepy coincidence, to certain details of that other triptych, that tremendous garden of tongue-in-cheek delights, circa 1500, and, namely, to the butterflies in it — a Meadow Brown, female, in the center of the right panel, and a Tortoiseshell in the middle panel, placed there as if settled on a flower — mark the "as if," for here we have an example of exact knowledge on the part of those two admirable little girls, because they say that actually the wrong side of the bug is shown, it should have been the underside, if seen, as it is, in profile, but Bosch evidently found a wing or two in the corner cobweb of his casement and showed the prettier upper surface in depicting his incorrectly folded insect. I mean I don’t give a hoot for the esoteric meaning, for the myth behind the moth, for the masterpiece-baiter who makes Bosch express some bosh of his time, I’m allergic to allegory and am quite sure he was just enjoying himself by crossbreeding casual fancies just for the fun of the contour and color, and what we have to study, as I was telling your cousins, is the joy of the eye, the feel and taste of the woman-sized strawberry that you embrace with him, or the exquisite surprise of an unusual orifice — but you are not following me, you want me to go, so that you may interrupt her beauty sleep, lucky beast! A propos, I have not been able to alert Lucette, who is somewhere in Italy, but I’ve managed to trace Marina to Tsitsikar — flirting there with the Bishop of Belokonsk — she will arrive in the late afternoon, wearing, no doubt, pleureuses, very becoming, and we shall then travel à trois to Ladore, because I don’t think —’
Was he perhaps under the influence of some bright Chilean drug? That torrent was simply unstoppable, a crazy spectrum, a talking palette —
‘— no really, I don’t think we should bother Ada in her Agavia. He is — I mean, Vinelander is — the scion, s,c,i,o,n, of one of those great Varangians who had conquered the Copper Tartars or Red Mongols — or whoever they were — who had conquered some earlier Bronze Riders — before we introduced our Russian roulette and Irish loo at a lucky moment in the history of Western casinos.’
‘I am extremely, I am hideously sorry,’ said Van, ‘what with Uncle Dan’s death and your state of excitement, sir, but my girl friend’s coffee is getting cold, and I can’t very well stumble into our bedroom with all that infernal paraphernalia.’
‘I’m leaving, I’m leaving. After all we haven’t seen each other — since when, August? At any rate, I hope she’s prettier than the Cordula you had here before, volatile boy!’
Volatina, perhaps? Or dragonara? He definitely smelled of ether. Please, please, please go.
‘My gloves! Cloak! Thank you. Can I use your W.C.? No? All right. I’ll find one elsewhere. Come over as soon as you can, and we’ll meet Marina at the airport around four and then whizz to the wake, and —’
And here Ada entered. Not naked — oh no; in a pink peignoir so as not to shock Valerio — comfortably combing her hair, sweet and sleepy. She made the mistake of crying out ‘Bozhe moy!’ and darting back into the dusk of the bedroom. All was lost in that one chink of a second.
‘Or better — come at once, both of you, because I’ll cancel my appointment and go home right now.’ He spoke, or thought he spoke, with the self-control and the clarity of enunciation which so frightened and mesmerized blunderers, blusterers, a voluble broker, a guilty schoolboy. Especially so now — when everything had gone to the hell curs, k chertyam sobach’im, of Jeroen Anthniszoon van Äken and the molti aspetti affascinati of his enigmatica arte, as Dan explained with a last sigh to Dr Nikulin and to nurse Bellabestia (‘Bess’) to whom he bequeathed a trunkful of museum catalogues and his second-best catheter. (2.10)
Darkbloom (‘Notes to Ada’): c’est le mot: that’s the right word.
pleureuses: widow’s weeds.
Bozhe moy: Russ., good Heavens.