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Часть текста: 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...

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Часть текста: 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 taxonomist is to glance first of all at the locality label under the pinned specimen in order to decide which of several vaguely described races it should be assigned to. The writer's art is his real passport. His identity should be immediately recognized by a special pattern or unique coloration. His habitat may confirm the correctness of the determination but should not lead to it. Locality labels are known to have been faked by unscrupulous insect dealers. Apart from these considerations I think of myself today as an American writer who has once been a Russian o! ne. The Russian writers you have translated and written about all precede the so-called "age of realism, " which is more celebrated by English and American readers...

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Часть текста: 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 ...

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Часть текста: см.: Michael Juliar’s Vladimir Nabokov: A Descriptive Bibliography (New York: Garland, 1986), регулярно обновляется в сборнике The Nabokovian. Alexandrov, Vladimir E., ed. The Garland Companion to Vladimir Nabokov. New York: Garland, 1995. Amis, Martin. Visiting Mrs. Nabokov. New York: Harmony Books, 1993. Appel, Alfred, Jr., ed. The Annotated Lolita. New York: Vintage, 1991. Appel, Alfred, Jr., and Charles Newman, eds. Triquarterly 17 (1970). Reprinted as Nabokov: Criticism, Reminiscences, Translations and Tributes. Evanston, III.: Northwestern University Press, 1970. Appel, Alfred. Nabokov's Dark 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...

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Часть текста: 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 more. I have heard of young female poodles being given that name since 1956, but of no human beings. Well-wishers have tried to translate Lolita into Russian, but with such execrable results that I'm now doing a translation myself. The word "jeans," for example, is translated...

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Часть текста: 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 belongs to another class, another plane of sensitivity. Despite our tiffs, despite her nastiness, despite all the fuss and faces she made, and the vulgarity, and the danger, and the horrible hopelessness of it all, I still dwelled deep in my elected paradisea paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flamesbut still a paradise. The able psychiatrist who studies my caseand whom by now Dr. Humbert has plunged, I trust, into a state of leporine fascinationis no doubt anxious to have me take Lolita to the seaside and have me find there, at last, the “gratification” of a lifetime urge, and release from the “subconscious” obsession of an incomplete childhood romance with the initial little Miss Lee. Well, comrade, let me tell you that I did look for a beach, though I also have to confess that by the time we reached its mirage of gray water, so many delights had already been granted me by my traveling companion that the search for a Kingdom by the Sea, a Sublimated Riviera, or whatnot, far from being the impulse of the subconscious, had become the rational pursuit of a purely theoretical thrill. The angels knew it, and arranged things accordingly. A visit to a plausible cove on the Atlantic side was completely messed up by foul weather. A...

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Часть текста: 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 ...

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Часть текста: 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...

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Часть текста: 1967. Good morning. Let me ask forty-odd questions. Good morning. I am ready. Your sense of the immorality of the relationship between Humbert Humbert and Lolita is very strong. In Hollywood and New York, however, relationships are frequent between men of forty and girls very little older than Lolita. They marry-- to no particular public outrage; rather, public cooing. No, it is not my sense of the immorality of the Humbert Humbert-Lolita relationship that is strong; it is Humbert's sense. He cares, I do not. I do not give a damn for public morals, in America or elsewhere. And, anyway, cases 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 quizzing members of his family or club, his statement cannot be discussed seriously. Another critic...

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