I'm only returning to "verglass" ( and, who knows,
Jules Verne?) because I'd been long interested in certain passages from
Kinbote's commentaries about Shade's "pools in the basement". They seemed to be
a reference to Mircea Eliade's novel that deals with the hidden world
behind everyday reality, as in Pe Strada Mantuleasa (1968, The Old Man
and the Bureaucrats), where a schoolteacher detained for questioning
by Communist authorities beguiles his captors with stories, as in The
Arabian Nights.
Eliade wrote about religion and tantric
practices. I was familiar with Eliade only from the Mantuleasa Street
novel, and his 1945-49 writings about "The Myth of the Eternal Return" and
"The Sacred and the Profane" but I suspect, after reading a short note
on Eliade's life, that VN would not have felt very sympathetic towards
him ( inspite of a religious or philosophic theme they might have shared).
Eliade's novel describes a puddle in a basement through
which the adventurers were able to access a hidden subterranean world. The fall
through the "muskovy glass" in Verne's "Voyage to the Centre of the Earth" also
leads us to a "subterranean" ( in this case, a still terrestrial)
world.
From an old posting at the VN-List (Dec.15,2006
exchange with CHW and SES):
Bend Sinister: " the glass of the puddle is bright mauve ( ch.1) and
Pale Fire: "a puddle reflected his scarlet silhouette" (135, King
Charles)
Puddles seem to be important in both novels, although emphasized
chiefly in "Bend Sinister" and strangely "spatulate", sometimes reminiscent of
Munch's screaming mouth. The puddle in the basement, in PF, reminded me of a
novel written by Mircea Eliade (rue Mantuleasa), where it linked two distinct
worlds.
Basement puddle in Pale Fire:
John
Shade: "And our school
chum killed in a distant war/Is not surprised
to see us at his door,/ And in a blend of jauntiness and
gloom/ Points at the
puddles in his basement room (...)/ Under the stage direction of some
goon/ 600 Political, some uniformed
baboon?."
Kinbote
1. (note to Line 596: Points at the
puddle in his basement room): We all know those dreams in which something
Stygian soaks through and Lethe leaks in the dreary terms of defective plumbing.
Following this line, there is a false start preserved in the draft — and I hope
the reader will feel something of the chill that ran down my long and supple
spine when I discovered this variant
2.
(note to line 130) for
here and there magic apertures and penetrations, so narrow and deep as to drive
one insane, could be deduced from a pool of sweet, foul ditch water, bespeaking
a moat, or from a dusky odor of earth and turf, marking the proximity of a
glacis slope overhead; and at one point, where the passage crept through the
basement of a huge ducal villa, with hothouses famous for their collections of
desert flora, a light spread of sand momentarily changed the sound of one’s
tread.
Verglas
in "ADA"
‘When I was a kid,’ said Van, ‘and stayed for the first
— or rather, second — time in Switzerland, I thought that "Verglas" on roadway signs stood for some magical town,
always around the corner, at the bottom of every snowy slope, never seen, but
biding its time. I got your cable in the Engadine where there are real magical
places, such as Alraun or Alruna — which means a tiny Arabian demon in a German
wizard’s mirror. By the way, we have the old apartment upstairs with an
additional bedroom, number
five-zero-eight.
Muskovy
glass in Pale Fire
Kinbote: Medical care was spreading
to the confines of the state: less and less often, on his tour of the country,
every autumn, when the rowans hung coral-heavy, and the puddles tinkled with
Muscovy glass, the friendly and eloquent monarch would be
interrupted by a pertussal "backdraucht" in a crowd of schoolchildren.
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Romanian-born historian of religion, fiction writer, and one of the
pre-eminent interpreters of world religion in this century. Eliade was an
intensely prolific author of fiction and non-fiction [...] He earned
international fame with LE MYTHE DE L'ÉTERNAL RETOUR (1949, The Myth of the
Eternal Return), an interpretation of religious symbols and imagery. Eliade was
much interested in the world of the unconscious. The central theme in his novels
was erotic love.
"In archaic and traditional societies, the surrounding
world is conceived as a microcosms. At the limits of this closed world begins
the domain of the unknown, of the formless. On this side there is ordered -
because of inhabited and organized - space; on the other, outside this familiar
space, there is the unknown and dangerous region of the demons, the ghosts, and
the dead and foreigners - in a world, chaos or death or night. This image of an
inhabited microcosm, surrounded by desert regions as a chaos or a kingdom of the
dead, has survived even in highly evolved civilizations such as those of China,
Mesopotamia and Egypt." (from Images and
Symbols, 1952) [...]