What kind of truth are
you after? Delightful question! As a
lawyer I would answer: the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the
truth! But then, Nabokov isn’t on the
stand. I think Nabokov was very
respectful of memories, and somewhere said something (I wish I had your
recall!) to the effect that the more one revisits a memory, the weaker it
gets because it becomes associated with later matter. That seems to be supported by psychological
findings as well. So it's quite possible
that Nabokov reserved certain memories for himself, to keep them pristine.
Anyway, my point is
certainly not that Nabokov is a liar.
Quite the opposite. He is a
natural truth teller, I think, in disguise.
I would point to the exact book you did, RLSK, for proof of this assertion. I think the truth teller and the author were
supremely in charge and that Nabokov intentionally revealed more about himself in that
fictional biography than in any other fiction.
I am "after" same truth Nabokov is
after: the kind of truth that the real Goodmans find so hard to deliver! This gets into the book I’m writing, which is more
history and biography than anything else.
Like Nabokov, I am no lover of Freud.
I’m not looking for his unconscious, and will take at face value all the
genuine gems of biography he throws into his fiction. He did this quite a bit,
I think, in his earlier books, but as you noted in one of your responses, by
the time he got to Harlequins, he may have been far more circumspect.
It is a fair question to ask what the heck I meant by an
unreliable author. Maybe Goodman
would be an example. Nabokov’s point
with Goodman was that there are lots of real authors who sound just like him. Those real authors are all
unreliable. But I was actually just
playing with words when I wrote that, to see if anyone might take it up with
some brilliant segway.
I’ve enjoyed this tete-a-tete very much. Maybe we should continue it, if it should be
continued, off-line?
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