Glenn Gould vs. Vladimir Nabokov / Seattle Peter is dumb as rocks / pounding stakes through the hearts of Puritans since 1798
A butterfly of unknown (incognita) type dedicated to Nabokov's wife Vera.
Nabokov didn't drive, so his wife Vera chauffeured him on his summer trips around the USA collecting butterflies. On a summer butterfly hunt in the Pacific Northwest, Nabokov wrote the draft of the novel "Lolita," and then tried to burn it.
Vera stopped him from burning it.
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In 'Wondrous Strange', Kevin Bazzana writes that Gould "was disapproving of books in which ideas were sacrificed to aesthetics or ironic detachment. Among the Russians, for instance, he did not like Chekhov, or the dazzling Nabokov, whom he thought immoral."
A bit of Vladimir Nabokov chosen by me for Glenn Gould:
“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness -- in a landscape selected at random -- is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants. This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love. A sense of oneness with sun and stone. A thrill of gratitude to whom it may concern -- to the contrapuntal genius of human fate or to tender ghosts humoring a lucky mortal.”
“I witness with pleasure the supreme achievement of memory, which is the masterly use it makes of innate harmonies when gathering to its fold the suspended and wandering tonalities of the past.”
“I do not know if it has ever been noted before that one of the main characteristics of life is discreteness. Unless a film of flesh envelopes us we die. Man exists only insofar as he is separated from his surroundings.
The cranium is a space-traveler’s helmet. Stay inside or you perish.
Death is divestment, death is communion. It may be wonderful to mix with the landscape, but to do so is the end of the tender ego.”
Gould fibbed; he obviously hadn't read Nabokov at all.
Of course Glenn has not read Nabokov!
And it's amazing that you have chose the same text as
Richard Rorty (one of my best loved philosofers) to ilustrate
his admiration for Nabokov in a famous interview with
Wim Kaiser in "Of Beauty and Consolation".
Jose A****** S*****
Gould was right about Nabokov.
There is nothing more immoral than a high mentality combined with low morality.
By the way, when is someone finally going to do some work on Gould's religious life and beliefs? They are usually left unmentioned in most works about him or what seems more likely guessed at by authors. His families view are almost always ignored.
But thanks for a new thread of thought.
Peter in Seattle
The more you think about it, the more it makes sense. At least to me.
A*** in Santa Barbara
oh for christ's sake, the guy wrote about 8 of the 20th century's most important novels, and was a world-class amateur lepidopterist, I think with butterflies named after him. He taught Russian literature at Cornell. (The years make it possible he may have had Thomas Pynchon as a student, even though Pynchon was an engineering major.)
I'm sorry you're still all upset about Lolita. Nabokov (said it rhymes with "your block off") was actually writing a love saga to his amazing new adoptive country. He wrote what he saw. That was his job, to write about what he saw.
You really need to ratchet up your entire understanding of what literature is, why people write it, why people read and need it, and why the Final Score is:
Censors & Dangerous Puritans 0
btw the estate recently announced that against Nabokov's wishes, they are preparing the posthumous publication of his last novel ms. I cannot wait. I'm gonna sleep outside Barnes and Noble all night if I have to. This is extremely wonderful news, and the author himself is in no position to complain or thwart it.
YES YES YES my hero!
Thanks for making this day more sparkling and grand.. ...
You tell 'em Bob.
F*** H**** Toronto
to F*** H****
A few years ago, the DA in Oklahoma City raided a Blockbuster and forced the Todd at the counter to surrender the customer list, and then went around arresting every customer who had rented "The Tin Drum," accusing them of trafficking in kiddie porn. Unfortunately one of the customers he busted was a lawyer with the Oklahoma American Civil Liberties Union. (Academy Award 1980, Best Foreign Language Film.)
Bob speaketh to Seattle Peter:
Oh yes, and it's also been proven that all the Grimm Brothers fairy tales are about sexual abuse of children. All modern people know that.
Where on Earth were you schooled? By whom?
Perhaps my Swiss buddy was right -- it's the nasty weather in Seattle, it has turned your soul and imagination into a wrinkled prune.
I wish no one so gray, shallow, ignorant and colorless a world, so in the most charity I can muster: Start reading. Now. A lot. Anything and everything.
Nothing in our clash of visions of the world can or should be settled by a poll, but I have received several private e-mails that were merry and grateful. To the best of my knowledge, neither the woman nor the man are registered sex offenders. Neither am I, feel free to check my town's police department website.
Which proves his high mentality.
Lolita is a male sexual fantasy about child abuse. Ask any abuser.
Was this the book that bothered TS Eliot?
But good to get a response.
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Quartet" wrote that all of his books shoud carry a label saying "Forbidden to old women of both sexes".
I am starting to believe that Nabokov books must carry that label.
Jose A****** S*****
The two-year trial and publicity rocketed "Jurgen" to the top of the charts, though this beautiful, funny novel and Cabell's others about the fictional medieval kingdom of Poictesme are great treasures of literature that did not need the assistance of the Society for the Prevention of Vice (although he thanked them in a preface to subsequent editions).
Cabell ("Tell the rabble / it rhymes with Cabell") was one of the most widely read Enlish-language novelists of the first decades of the 20th century; Twain was reading a Cabell book when he died in 1910.