That Englishman in Nice,
A proud and happy linguist: je
nourris
Les pauvres cigales —
meaning that he
Fed the poor sea gulls!
Lafontaine was wrong:
Dead is the mandible, alive the song.
Are
there more hints that deal directly with " French food" (ie: "French
cuisine" versus "Restauration rapide")?
In the French translation (Girard/Coindreau) of: Blawick, Blue Cove, a pleasant seaside resort on the Western Coast of Zembla,
casino, golf course, sea food, boats for hire, 149. the word sea food appears as:"fruits de
mer." English "food" is so generic! I wonder when and how did
careful Nabokov use the word "food" in his English novels.
In ADA he writes about
catfood, larvae and their "foodplants"
and I also found:
1.Mlle Larivière did not touch any food till noon, being a
doom-fearing ‘midinette’ (the sect, not the shop) and had actually made
her father confessor join her
group.
2. Tonight
she contented herself with the automatic ceremony of giving him what she
remembered, more or less correctly, when planning the menu, as being his
favorite food — zelyonïya shchi, a velvety green
sorrel-and-spinach soup, containing slippery hard-boiled eggs and served with
finger-burning, irresistibly soft, meat-filled or carrot-filled or
cabbage-filled pirozhki — peer-rush-KEY, thus pronounced, thus celebrated
here, for ever and ever. After that, she had decided, there would be
bread-crumbed sander (sudak) with boiled potatoes, hazel-hen
(ryabchiki) and that special asparagus (bezukhanka) which does not
produce Proust’s After-effect, as cookbooks say.[ ]‘Well, his look as if they were about to octopus the
food he
serves
3. Demon, who was now glutted with family joys and slightly
annoyed he had missed the first half of a gambling night in Ladore for the sake
of all that well-meant but not quite first-rate
food.
4. There she
husked out of her sweat shirt, hitched up her green shorts and, asquat on the
russet ground, attacked the food she had
collected.
5. oh, they
positively stank, you know, your little shorts of lavendered Ada, and her
catfood, and your caked
algarroba!’
6. Live egg-laying females and live food plants, such as violets
of numerous kinds, airmailed from
everywhere
7.‘I enjoy
— oh, loads of things,’she continued in a melancholy, musing tone of voice, as she poked
with a fork at her blue trout which, to judge by its contorted shape and bulging
eyes, had boiled alive, convulsed by awful agonies. ]
‘I love Flemish and Dutch oils, flowers, food, Flaubert,
Shakespeare[ ] but somehow all of it, this sauce and all the riches
of Holland, form only a kind of tonen’kiy-tonen’kiy (thin little) layer,
under which there is absolutely nothing, except, of course, your image, and that
only adds depth and a trout’s agonies to the emptiness. I’m like Dolores — when
she says she’s "only a picture painted on air."’//‘Never
could finish that novel — much too pretentious.’//‘Pretentious but true. It’s exactly my sense of existing — a
fragment, a wisp of
color.."
8. he lost the power of speech, though still able to nod or shake his
head, frown in concentration, or faintly smile when inhaling the smell of
food (the origin, indeed, of our first
beatitudes).
9. In regard to everyday life and the habitual comfort of the body
(reasonably healthy, reasonably strong, breathing the green breeze, relishing
the aftertaste of the most exquisite food in the world — a boiled
egg).
How amazing. Nabokov's employ of the word "food" is
very specious! (sometimes coming right after "glut", "devour" or "to octopus"
and primitive forms of nourishment)
I loved to find a comment in
ADA about "Lolita" ( "Dolores...only a picture painted
on air"... "a wisp of color" ) and, stretching it, to Pushkin's "perfect
poem to K***" when we relate perfection and abyssal emptiness.