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Re: Nabokov and Edward de Vere (Re: [SIGHTING] "Anonymous" and
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The case against de Vere (or Bacon or Marlowe) is just as overwhelming. I think in moments of idleness we all wish we could know a little bit more about the author of the sonnets and the plays; when busy, we tend just to speculate about the work.What is it that makes otherwise intelligent people obsess about the authorship at the expense of William of Stratford? I don't think it's simply down to snobbery or the refusal of wood notes wild. There's more to it than that, as a shrewder reading of Nabokov's poem shows.
Piers Smith
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Subject: [NABOKV-L] Nabokov and Edward de Vere (Re: [SIGHTING] "Anonymous" and authorial controversies/ Van Veen and "Perfect Sense")
Dear Mr. Boyd (and other Stratfordian Nabokophiles):
While I'm no fan of Roland Emmerich's "Anonymous" (stunning sets aside, artistically it's wretched, and I wince to hear him discuss the Oxfordian cause), his film is correct in its supposition that "William Shakespeare" was a pen name used by Edward de Vere.
I can't express how depressing it is to me that the Stratfordian myth has blinded eyes as keen as yours, and many others' down the centuries--if not the eyes of Henry and William James, Emerson, Whitman, Twain, Freud, and other perceptive doubters in the myth, listed here: http://www.shakespeare-oxford.com/?p=39
And not Nabokov's nose either, judging by his 1924 poem "Shakespeare" (below). Maybe he modified his views later in life, but I can't see why he would. I think he knew a fellow noble when he smelled one. (I'm very curious to know if he ever said anything specifically about Shakespeare's identity to his son, who translated the poem and must have some opinion of it--and possibly his father's later view of it.)
For scholarship's sake, and for your own pleasure, I positively beg you to take a close, unbiased look at the evidence for de Vere's authorship, which though circumstantial is overwhelming. Please read Mark Anderson's "Shakespeare by Another Name", Richard Paul Roe's new 300-page, lavishly illustrated "The Shakespeare Guide to Italy" (which documents in minute detail Shakespeare's intimate knowledge of a country that de Vere lived and traveled widely in) and--to address your statement that many of the plays were written after de Vere's death in 1604--the following links:
http://www.shakespearefellowship.org/virtualclassroom/tempest/kositsky-stritmatter%20Tempest%20Table.htm
http://www.shakespearefellowship.org/virtualclassroom/chronogate.htm
Nabokov's poem:
Shakespeare
Amid grandees of times Elizabethan
you shimmered too, you followed sumptuous custom;
the circle of ruff, the silv'ry satin that
encased your thigh, the wedgelike beard--in all of this
you were like other men... Thus was enfolded
your godlike thunder in a succinct cape.
Haughty, aloof from theatre's alarums,
you easily, regretlessly relinquished
the laurels twinning into a dry wreath,
concealing for all time your monstrous genius
beneath a mask; and yet, your phantasm's echoes
still vibrate for us; your Venetian Moor,
his anguish; Falstaff's visage, like an udder
with pasted-on mustache; the raging Lear...
You are among us, you're alive; your name, though,
your image, too - deceiving, thus, the world
you have submerged in your beloved Lethe.
It's true, of course, a usurer had grown
accustomed, for a sum, to sign your work
(that Shakespeare--Will--who played the Ghost in Hamlet,
who lives in pubs, and died before he could
digest in full his portion of a boar's head)...
The frigate breathed, your country you were leaving,
To Italy you went. A female voice
called singsong through the iron's pattern
called to her balcony the tall inglesse,
grown languid from the lemon-tinted moon
and Verona's streets. My inclination
is to imagine, possibly, the droll
and kind creator of Don Quixote
exchanging with you a few casual words
while waiting for fresh horses--and the evening
was surely blue. The well behind the tavern
contained a pail's pure tinkling sound... Reply
whom did you love? Reveal yourself - whose memoirs
refer to you in passing? Look what numbers
of lowly, worthless souls have left their trace,
what countless names Brantome has for the asking!
Reveal yourself, god of iambic thunder,
you hundred-mouthed, unthinkably great bard!
No! At the destined hour, when you felt banished
by God from your existence, you recalled
those secret manuscripts, fully aware
that your supremacy would rest unblemished
by public rumor's unashamed brand,
that ever, midst the shifting dust of ages,
faceless you'd stay, like immortality
itself--then vanished in the distance, smiling.
Copyright 1979 Vladimir Nabokov Estate
English version copyright 1988 Dmitri Nabokov
If Nabokov believed Shakespeare was the Stratford man, how to explain this poem? Specifically the lines "It's true, of course, a usurer had grown/accustomed, for a sum, to sign your work/(that Shakespeare--Will--who played the Ghost in Hamlet,/who lives in pubs, and died before he could/digest in full his portion of a boar's head)..." and "How many names Brantome has for the asking!" (Brantome being Pierre de Bourdeille, seigneur de Brantôme, who according to Wikipedia "spent his last years in writing his Memoirs of the illustrious men and women whom he had known.")
More on Nabokov's poem (written 4 years after the Oxford theory was put forward) here: http://www.wjray.net/shakespeare_papers/nabokovs-premonition.htm
A couple comments:
1) Nabokov wrote this in 1924, four years after the publication of J.T. Looney's "Shakespeare Identified." I'd guess he hadn't read it, and maybe never did, or he would have been convinced. With his sense of humor he would also probably have gotten a kick out of the fact that a man with what one Stratfordian has wittily called "the unimprovable name of John Thomas Looney" solved the greatest literary hoax in history.
2) De Vere didn't "regretlessly relinguish" his laurels or vanish "in the distance, smiling." He parted his name from his works with the utmost anguish. The very personal Sonnets (clearly written by an older, lamed man whose fortunes had fallen--they are certainly not exercises, and their secret may have been revealed in Hank Whittemore's "The Monument") reveal his intense sorrow that "I once gone, to all the world must die."
Best regards,
Brian
PS In glancing through your fascinating "Stalking Nabokov," I happened to notice a passage about Shakespeare's supposed ignorance that Bohemia was landlocked, and it brought to mind Mark Anderson's note, in mapping de Vere's travels, that "Bohemia during its most prosperous years had two seacoasts" and "the first patch of foreign coastline Edward de Vere encountered on his 1575 trip down the Adriatic Sea out of Venice was land ruled by the then-King of Bohemia."
http://shakespearebyanothername.blogspot.com/2010/06/shakespeares-italy-teaser.html
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Subject: [NABOKV-L] Nabokov and Edward de Vere (Re: [SIGHTING] "Anonymous" and authorial controversies/ Van Veen and "Perfect Sense")
Dear Mr. Boyd (and other Stratfordian Nabokophiles):
While I'm no fan of Roland Emmerich's "Anonymous" (stunning sets aside, artistically it's wretched, and I wince to hear him discuss the Oxfordian cause), his film is correct in its supposition that "William Shakespeare" was a pen name used by Edward de Vere.
I can't express how depressing it is to me that the Stratfordian myth has blinded eyes as keen as yours, and many others' down the centuries--if not the eyes of Henry and William James, Emerson, Whitman, Twain, Freud, and other perceptive doubters in the myth, listed here: http://www.shakespeare-oxford.com/?p=39
And not Nabokov's nose either, judging by his 1924 poem "Shakespeare" (below). Maybe he modified his views later in life, but I can't see why he would. I think he knew a fellow noble when he smelled one. (I'm very curious to know if he ever said anything specifically about Shakespeare's identity to his son, who translated the poem and must have some opinion of it--and possibly his father's later view of it.)
For scholarship's sake, and for your own pleasure, I positively beg you to take a close, unbiased look at the evidence for de Vere's authorship, which though circumstantial is overwhelming. Please read Mark Anderson's "Shakespeare by Another Name", Richard Paul Roe's new 300-page, lavishly illustrated "The Shakespeare Guide to Italy" (which documents in minute detail Shakespeare's intimate knowledge of a country that de Vere lived and traveled widely in) and--to address your statement that many of the plays were written after de Vere's death in 1604--the following links:
http://www.shakespearefellowship.org/virtualclassroom/tempest/kositsky-stritmatter%20Tempest%20Table.htm
http://www.shakespearefellowship.org/virtualclassroom/chronogate.htm
Nabokov's poem:
Shakespeare
Amid grandees of times Elizabethan
you shimmered too, you followed sumptuous custom;
the circle of ruff, the silv'ry satin that
encased your thigh, the wedgelike beard--in all of this
you were like other men... Thus was enfolded
your godlike thunder in a succinct cape.
Haughty, aloof from theatre's alarums,
you easily, regretlessly relinquished
the laurels twinning into a dry wreath,
concealing for all time your monstrous genius
beneath a mask; and yet, your phantasm's echoes
still vibrate for us; your Venetian Moor,
his anguish; Falstaff's visage, like an udder
with pasted-on mustache; the raging Lear...
You are among us, you're alive; your name, though,
your image, too - deceiving, thus, the world
you have submerged in your beloved Lethe.
It's true, of course, a usurer had grown
accustomed, for a sum, to sign your work
(that Shakespeare--Will--who played the Ghost in Hamlet,
who lives in pubs, and died before he could
digest in full his portion of a boar's head)...
The frigate breathed, your country you were leaving,
To Italy you went. A female voice
called singsong through the iron's pattern
called to her balcony the tall inglesse,
grown languid from the lemon-tinted moon
and Verona's streets. My inclination
is to imagine, possibly, the droll
and kind creator of Don Quixote
exchanging with you a few casual words
while waiting for fresh horses--and the evening
was surely blue. The well behind the tavern
contained a pail's pure tinkling sound... Reply
whom did you love? Reveal yourself - whose memoirs
refer to you in passing? Look what numbers
of lowly, worthless souls have left their trace,
what countless names Brantome has for the asking!
Reveal yourself, god of iambic thunder,
you hundred-mouthed, unthinkably great bard!
No! At the destined hour, when you felt banished
by God from your existence, you recalled
those secret manuscripts, fully aware
that your supremacy would rest unblemished
by public rumor's unashamed brand,
that ever, midst the shifting dust of ages,
faceless you'd stay, like immortality
itself--then vanished in the distance, smiling.
Copyright 1979 Vladimir Nabokov Estate
English version copyright 1988 Dmitri Nabokov
If Nabokov believed Shakespeare was the Stratford man, how to explain this poem? Specifically the lines "It's true, of course, a usurer had grown/accustomed, for a sum, to sign your work/(that Shakespeare--Will--who played the Ghost in Hamlet,/who lives in pubs, and died before he could/digest in full his portion of a boar's head)..." and "How many names Brantome has for the asking!" (Brantome being Pierre de Bourdeille, seigneur de Brantôme, who according to Wikipedia "spent his last years in writing his Memoirs of the illustrious men and women whom he had known.")
More on Nabokov's poem (written 4 years after the Oxford theory was put forward) here: http://www.wjray.net/shakespeare_papers/nabokovs-premonition.htm
A couple comments:
1) Nabokov wrote this in 1924, four years after the publication of J.T. Looney's "Shakespeare Identified." I'd guess he hadn't read it, and maybe never did, or he would have been convinced. With his sense of humor he would also probably have gotten a kick out of the fact that a man with what one Stratfordian has wittily called "the unimprovable name of John Thomas Looney" solved the greatest literary hoax in history.
2) De Vere didn't "regretlessly relinguish" his laurels or vanish "in the distance, smiling." He parted his name from his works with the utmost anguish. The very personal Sonnets (clearly written by an older, lamed man whose fortunes had fallen--they are certainly not exercises, and their secret may have been revealed in Hank Whittemore's "The Monument") reveal his intense sorrow that "I once gone, to all the world must die."
Best regards,
Brian
PS In glancing through your fascinating "Stalking Nabokov," I happened to notice a passage about Shakespeare's supposed ignorance that Bohemia was landlocked, and it brought to mind Mark Anderson's note, in mapping de Vere's travels, that "Bohemia during its most prosperous years had two seacoasts" and "the first patch of foreign coastline Edward de Vere encountered on his 1575 trip down the Adriatic Sea out of Venice was land ruled by the then-King of Bohemia."
http://shakespearebyanothername.blogspot.com/2010/06/shakespeares-italy-teaser.html
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