The initial third of Andrew Field's 1967 book on Nabokov contradicts, at
this point, Maar's remark about Field's purported "thesis".
On p. 149 Andrew Field writes: "A critic once noted that Nabokov's
unsympathetic female characters are all foreigners, chiefly Germans and
Americans, while Russian women are almost always shown in a sympathetic and soft
light by him. This, of course, is an inaccurate generalization - we have already
seen Liza Bogolepov in Pnin - but one must grant a certain warmth and
investment of creative emotion in most of his Russian heroines, and this - to
paraphrase Nabokov - is probably his strongest link with classical
nineteenth-century Russian literature. Another of his infrequent
"negative" Russian women is the former wife of the narrator in the English story
"That in Aleppo Once..."
In a former posting
https://listserv.ucsb.edu/lsv-cgi.../wa?... I reconsider Kinbote's words ("...
a personality consisting mainly of the shadows of its own prison
bars") under the light of Kafka's little parables, before
suggesting that "
Lolita's 'caged artistic ape' and Humbert
Humbert's prison bars give shape to the pedophile's tragic dimension,
should we accept the hypothesis that Humbert Humbert's
cage is his personality" and that we may look at
Pale
Fire's Hazel Shade standing outside the azure entrance
of a bar with its neon-barred puddles (lines 397-400) to understand
that this instance "serves to emphasize the hopelessness of her
romantic situation and how emprisioned she feels by
her 'Hazelhood'." Andrew Field's "Nabokov: His Life in Art", chp. 5,
p.142 and 148 (1967) adds another dimension to the image of a "cage," when
he stops at "Eden" while traversing Nabokov's short-story
A
Guidebook to Berlin. He notes that the "image of the zoo and the
cage, both figurative and real, is one that is to be recurrent in Nabokov's
prose and poetry." and adds that the "actual description of the zoo is not
as fascinating as the narrator's perversely anti-romantic admiration of the zoo,
which he sees as being as close to a model of heaven as man is capable of
creating: '
It's just a pity that this is an artificial
paradise, all in bars, but it's true that, were there no barriers, the lion
would devour the doe'."
In another story, Music, it's the actual saloon and concert which
are felt at first to be "a constricting prison where they were both held
by sounds and had to sit opposite one another at a distance of six to eight
meters" before Viktor Ivanovich understands that, instead of a prison,
the situation represented "in reality unbelievable
happiness, a magical glass bubble which had formed over and enclosed him and
her, giving him the opportunity to breath as one with her."
Andrew Field concludes that "Nabokov understands the cage in much the same
way as the poet Blok understood it - as the dual metaphor of artistic form and
human fate."
I'm beginning to disagree about the validity of the more
obvious conclusions that are obtainable when this
comparative procedure is applied to some of Nabokov's metaphors
and analogies. Like the impossibility of visualising Nabokov's
(very unsubstantial) intervals, slits, fissures or cracks of
light when they are related to life and to time. In Bend
Sinister: "An oblong puddle inset in the coarse
asphalt; like a fancy footprint filled to the brim with quicksilver; like a
spatulate hole through which you can see the nether sky. Surrounded, I note, by
a diffuse tentacled black dampness," there's a non-barred
shiny puddle that reflects the sky.set inside a wall black
dampness. Cages, mirrors, puddles may kill those who are enticed into a "nether
sky" (as it happens with the waxwing in Pale Fire, or serve to announce a death
as it occurs to Hazel Shade), or they may serve as necessary illusions protected
by the limits of a bubble of happiness, or as an epiphanic vision of life
and more...
...a lot more to contrast, for example, with the lines from a Sirin
poem ("Easter") published shortly after his father's assassination, quoted by
Field on p.60:
Here we see a "radiant cloud, a brilliant
roof in the distance like a mirror..." that holds up to the poet "a quivering call, a most sweet 'arise,' a great 'bloom'
- then in this song, in this glitter, you do live!" (and I see also
a symphonic collection of dead & living waxwing, Shade, Hazel,
together with an illusion of infinity, happiness, pain,
loss...)