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Часть текста: that revision and successive drafts are superfluous: the tale can be extruded in a single, extremely long, growing ever longer, parti-colored stream, like the endless rope of silk handkerchiefs a conjuror extracts with mock amazement from his black satin sleeve, or, for that matter, from the mouth of a compliant, if somewhat sheepish, volunteer. But Nabokov's death still comes as an unpleasant shock, an absurdly anomalous element at the end of the series, as if the final section of the streamer were not one last, particularly colorful piece of silk, but a live worm, a rotting plum, or some other equally strange bit of inexplicable detritus. Thank you, Madam, you may return to your seat. That Nabokov did not die of natural causes is only now beginning to be publicly acknowledged. His "mysterious" death, variously attributed to a fall, a viral infection, pneumonia, or mundane cardiac arrest, is now known to have been caused, or at least hastened along, by a special, nearly untraceable poison whose unpronounceable name I will not reveal here for fear that some unbalanced individual bearing a grudge against a family member, former love, noisy neighbor, or Department Head 1 might seek it out. The substance is readily available. It is odorless, flavorless, and difficult to detect unless a thorough autopsy is performed by an experienced medical examiner soon after the victim's death. Nabokov, who had been in and out of hospitals for the two years preceding his passing, was known to be in ill health. No foul play was suspected and so no autopsy was performed. The body, I learned too late to spare me the fruitless...

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Часть текста: atmosphere. Their suite of rooms is on the sixth floor, overlooking Lake Geneva, and the sounds of the lake are audible through the open doors of their small balcony. Since Mr. Nabokov does not like to talk off the cuff (or "Off the Nabocuff," as he said) no tape recorder was used. Mr. Nabokov ei! ther wrote out his answers to the questions or dictated them to the interviewer; in some instances, notes from the conversation were later recast as formal questions-and-answers. The interviewer was Nabokov's student at Cornell University in 1954, and the references are to Literature 311-312 (MWF, 12), a course on the Masterpieces of European Fiction (Jane Austen, Gogol, Dickens, Flaubert, Tolstoy, Stevenson, Kafka, Joyce, and Proust). Its enrollment had reached four hundred by the time of Nabokov's resignation in 1959. The footnotes to the interview, except where indicated, are provided by the interviewer, Alfred Appel, Jr. For years bibliographers and literary journalists didn't know whether to group you under "Russian" or "American. "Now that you're living in Switzerland there seems to be complete agreement that you're American. Do you find this kind of distinction at all important regarding your identity as a writer? I have always maintained, even as a schoolboy in Russia, that the nationality of a worthwhile writer is of secondary importance. The more distinctive an insect's aspect, the less apt the...

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Часть текста: Cinema. New York: Oxford University Press, 1974. — «Nabokov’s Puppet Show». The New Republic. January 14 and 21, 1967. L’Arc 24 (Spring 1964). Special Nabokov issue. Aix-en-Provence. Barabtarlo, Gennady. Aerial View: Essays on Nabokov’s Art and Metaphysics. New York: Peter Lang, 1993. Billington, James H. The Icon and the Axe. New York: Vintage, 1970. Blake, Patricia. Introduction to Writers in Russia 1917–78, by Max Hayward. New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1983. Boyd, Brian. Vladimir Nabokov: The American Years. Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1991. — Vladimir Nabokov: The Russian Years. Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1990. Brenner, Conrad. «Nabokov: The Art of the Perverse». The New Republic. June 23, 1958, 18–21. Buhks, Nora, ed. Vladimir Nabokov et l'émigration. Cahiers de l’emigration russe, 2. Paris: L’Institut d’études slaves, 1993. Davis, Linda H. Onward and Upward: A Biography of Katharine S. White. New York: Harper & Row, 1987. Desanti, Dominique. Vladimir Nabokov: essais et rêves. Paris: Julliard, 1994. Diment, Galya. Pniniad: Vladimir Nabokov and Marc Szeftel. Seattle: University of Washington Press, 1997. Ehrenburg, Ilya. Memoirs 1921–1941. Translated by Tatiana Shebunina. Cleveland: World Publishing, 1964. — People and Life, 1891–1921. Translated by Anna Bostock and Yvonne Knapp. New York: Knopf, 1962. Europe 791 (March 1995). Special Nabokov issue. Paris. Field, Andrew. Nabokov: His Life in Art. Boston: Little Brown, 1967. — Nabokov: His Life in Part. New York: Viking, 1977. — VN: The Life and Art of Vladimir Nabokov. New York: Crown, 1986. Fraser, Kennedy. Ornament and Silence. New York: Knopf, 1996. Gibian, George, and Stephen Jan Parker, eds. The Achievements of Vladimir Nabokov....

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Часть текста: тайных признаний престарелой вдовы. (Правда, она вела дневник, описывающий тяготы женской доли, только речь в нем шла о Лолите.) Если допытывались, при каких обстоятельствах она встретилась с человеком, с которым впоследствии проживет пятьдесят два года, Вера уклонялась от ответа, иногда любезно, а иногда и нет. «Не помню!» — такова была шаблонная отговорка, весьма сомнительная, если учесть, что исходит от женщины, которая знала наизусть чуть ли не все стихи мужа. Бывало, Вера парировала: «Вы что, из КГБ?» Как-то один из немногих почтенных исследователей загнал ее в угол: вот тут ваш муж описывает, что происходило 8 мая 1923 года, не хотите внести свои уточнения? «Нет!» — резко бросила миссис Набоков. В ушах биографа явственно прозвучал лязг грянувшей вниз крепостной решетки. Так все ее и считали миссис Набоков от природы. Но это не так. По версии Владимира Набокова, более или менее последовательно отстаиваемой им, он встретился с последней из своих невест в Германии [2]. Набоков говорил так: «Я встретил мою жену, Веру Слоним, на одном из благотворительных эмигрантских балов в Берлине, на которых у русских барышень считалось модным продавать пунш, книги, цветы и игрушки». Стоило одному из биографов лишь упомянуть об этом, приписав, что вскоре после этого Набоков отбыл на юг Франции, — и миссис Набоков не удержалась от вмешательства. «Все это чушь!» — пишет она на полях. По поводу поездки Набокова во Францию в 1923 году другой исследователь замечал: «Находясь там, он писал письма молодой особе по имени Вера Слоним, с которой познакомился на благотворительном балу перед отъездом». Миссис Набоков холодно изрекла, что в одной лишь этой фразе содержатся три погрешности, но какие именно, не уточнила. По всей вероятности, тот бал явился «воспоминанием… более позднего времени» у Набокова, окрестившего дату 8 мая днем, когда он...

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Часть текста: spend on propaganda abroad); when the badgered and bewildered author was promoted by the American press to the rank of an iconic figure; and when his Zhivago vied with my Lalage for the top rungs of the best-seller's ladder; I had the occasion to answer a request for a review of the book from Robert Bingham of The Reporter, New York. And you refused? Oh, I did, The other day I found in my files a draft of that answer, dated at Goldwin Smith Hall, lthaca, N. Y., November 8, 1958. I told Bingham that there were several reasons preventing me from freely expressing my opinion in print. The obvious one was the fear of harming the author. Although I never had much influence as a critic, I could well imagine a pack of writers emulating my "eccentric" outspokenness and causing, in the long run, sales to drop, thus thwarting the Bolshevists in their hopes and making their hostage more vulnerable than ever. There were other reasons-- but I certainly left out of consideration one point that might have made me change my mind and write that devastating review after all-- the exhilarating prospect of seeing it attributed to competitive chagrin by some ass or goose. Did you tell Robert Bingham what you thought of Dr. Zhivago? What I told him is what I still think today. Any intelligent Russian would see at once that the book is pro-Bolshevist and historically false, if only because it ignores the Liberal Revolution of spring, 1917, while making the saintly doctor accept with delirious joy the...

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Часть текста: I loved or detested half a century ago; but I do not believe that any particular writer has had any definite influence upon me. As to the influence of places and persons, I owe many metaphors and sensuous associations to the North Russian landscape of my boyhood, and I am also aware that my father was responsible for my appreciating very early in life the thrill of a great poem. Have you ever seriously contemplated a career other than in letters? Frankly, I never thought of letters as a career. Writing has always been for me a blend of dejection and high spirits, a torture and a pastime-- but I never expected it to be a source of income. On the other hand, I have often dreamt of a long and exciting career as an obscure curator of lepidoptera in a great museum. Which of your writings has pleased you most? I would say that of all my books Lolita has left me with the most pleasurable afterglow-- perhaps because it is the purest of all, the most abstract and carefully contrived. I am probably responsible for the odd fact that people don't seem to name their daughters Lolita any...

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Часть текста: black Humberland, with rash curiosity; she surveyed it with a shrug of amused distaste; and it seemed to me now that she was ready to turn away from it with something akin to plain repulsion. Never did she vibrate under my touch, and a strident “what d’you think you are doing?” was all I got for my pains. To the wonderland I had to offer, my fool preferred the corniest movies, the most cloying fudge. To think that between a Hamburger and a Humburger, she wouldinvariably, with icy precisionplump for the former. There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child. Did I mention the name of that milk bar I visited a moment ago? It was, of all things, The Frigid Queen. Smiling a little sadly, I dubbed her My Frigid Princess. She did not see the wistful joke. Oh, d not scowl at me, reader, I do not intend to convey the impressin that I did not manage to be happy. Readeer must understand that in the possession and thralldom of a nymphet the enchanted traveler stands, as it were, beyond happiness. For there is no other bliss on earth comparable to that of fondling a nymphet. It is hors concours , that bliss, it...

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Часть текста: of men in their forties marrying girls in their teens or early twenties have no bearing on Lolita whatever. Humbert was fond of "little girls"-- not simply "young girls." Nymphets are girl-children, not starlets and "sex kittens." Lolita was twelve, not eighteen, when Humbert met her. You may remember that by the time she is fourteen, he refers to her as his "aging mistress." One critic has said about you that "his feelings are like no one else's. " Does this make sense to you? Or does it mean that you know your feelings better than others know theirs? Or that you have discovered yourself at other levels? Or simply that your history is unique? I do not recall that article; but if a critic makes such a statement, it must surely mean that he has explored the feelings of literally millions of people, in at least three countries, before reaching his conclusion. If so, lama rare fowl indeed. If, on the other hand, he has merely limited himself to...

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Часть текста: generally a “quiet” affair. The bride may dispense with a tiara of orange blossoms securing her finger-tip veil, nor does she carry a white orchid in a prayer book. The bride’s little daughter might have added to the ceremonies uniting H. and H. a touch of vivid vermeil; but I knew I would not dare be too tender with cornered Lolita yet, and therefore agreed it was not worth while tearing the child away from her beloved Camp Q. My soi-disant passionate and lonely Charlotte was in everyday life matter-of-fact and gregarious. Moreover, I discovered that although she could not control her heart or her cries, she was a woman of principle. Immediately after she had become more or less my mistress (despite the stimulants, her “nervous, eager chri a heroic chri ! had some initial trouble, for which, however, he amply compensated her by a fantastic display of old-world endearments), good Charlotte interviewed me about my relations with God. I could have answered that on that score my mind was open; I said, insteadpaying my tribute to a pious platitudethat I believed in a cosmic spirit. Looking down at her fingernails, she also asked me had I not in my family a certain strange strain. I countered by inquiring whether she would still want to marry me if my father’s maternal grandfather had been, say, a Turk. She said it did not matter a bit; but that, if she ever found out I did not believe in Our Christian ...

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