Welcome home, CK. Recalling the Monty Python sketch (I came here for a decent argument. O no you didn’t. Did. Didn’t ...), I look fwd to renewed fruitful exchanges with Jansy et moi.
I would have thought that a poem must be judged as-is, not by opinions about the author’s motivations, or, following VN’s post-preface to Bend Sinister (and passim everywhere!), by any planted messages. PF’s Cantos, ‘tis true, offer a rare special tease, where the pseudonymous Shade is not a real person whose verse is subject to the interpretative methods, love, hate or indifference, we devote to real poets.
I still think VN ranks supreme (Nil Plus Ultra) in narrative prose, but a few notches lower in the grand glory of global poetry (Shakespeare, Keats, Pushkin, Shelley, Chaucer, ...)
I’m just re-visiting LATH (Look at the Harlequins) in a brilliant audio-format.
Overawed by VN’s parodic genius ... Matching that shown in Shade’s deliberate doggerel, honed to perfection as the meat in Kinbote’s sandwich?
Stan (rushing for cover) Kelly-Bootle
On 26/04/2012 17:19, "Carolyn Kunin" <chaiselongue@ATT.NET> wrote:
JM: How nice to see you back to your old form ranging from the pianíssimo to the forte...
In your opinion VN was a superb poet who "has yet to be properly recognized as such." The article Brian Piano Forte quoted [Vladimir Nabokov and William Shakespeare by Philip F Howerton, Jr.] apparently confirms your opinion
Do you think that all the fuss around John Shade's poem "Pale Fire" did Nabokov a disservice in connection to VN's poetic genius?
Hello Jansy,
It's nice to be back. I have not read the Howerton article, but your quote refers to poems written in Russian presumably, none of which I have read.
As for the controversy over the PF poem, I did overhear (pianissimo as you say) the discussions from afar, but did not join in because my opinion depends to so great an extent on my interpretation of the novel, that it would only mean fighting those old wars again - no point to that.
But since you ask, I felt the controversy was the result of mis-reading the novel. Personally? I adored the Shade poem, therefore I adored Shade. But when I came to suspect Shade of deception, my understanding of the poem had to expand to include all the truths about himself that I felt Shade was hiding in it - from himself as well as from his virtual reader. I also feel that at the point that Shade suffers a cerebral stroke/psychotic break, that the poem breaks down as well and ceases at that point to be even a fictional work of art.
The way I see it, the poem's integrity depends on its function within the novel. I continue to feel that Pale Fire is an unsurpassed and probably unsurpassable work of art and that in conceiving of it and realizing his conception in poetry and prose, VN proved himself capable of near supernatural achievement.
Forte-pianistically yours,
Carolyn