''Vladimir Nabokov's Comic Quest for Reality' - Nottingham eTheses

''Vladimir Nabokov's Comic Quest for Reality' - Nottingham eTheses ''Vladimir Nabokov's Comic Quest for Reality' - Nottingham eTheses

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- 166 - his brother's personal life and possibly an insight into his emotions, namely a bundle of letters, he does something quite unheard of: he burns them because this is what Sebastian has determined should. be done. Soon after destroying this clue, he indifferently includes two others in his collection of insignificant details: the two pictures on the wall, which he regards with complete incomprehension: "The taste of their juxtaposition seemed to me questionable" (38), and the collection of books set apart on one shelf. Through some unobtrusive touches of parody this instance of V's investigation illustrates from the beginning the limitations of this particular method of biographical research. It is constantly in danger of degenerating into a more or less automatic and indiscriminate accumulation of facts. V takes with him some meagre factual knowledge about the writer Sebastian Knight, but hardly anything from which it would be possible to draw any conclusion about the real person, and ironically he gets those two clues which might possibly tell him something about his brother's mind mixed up with a lot of insignificant details. Ironically, too, instead of filling in a gap in his knowledge of Sebastian, his visit tothe flat has created new and wider ones and has put new ques- tions: who is the woman that wrote to Sebastian in Russian, and what was their relation? And it has put V in the absurd situation of having to find out with

- 167 - infinite trouble what he could have learnt from the letters there and then. Again, V's account of his visit to Sebastian's best college friend at Cambridge, who was "the only man in [Sebastian's] life with whom [Sebastian] had been perfectly frank and natural" (44) and who had therefore known him "intimately" (42), is not quite so straightforward as it seems at first reading. Parody intrudes again. Disconcertingly, it is easy to be misled, for those passages of which one tends to be suspicious, appear to have some serious implication behind their seemingly parodistic surface, whereas those passages which seem to indicate "some lofty and rich intention" on the narrator's part and which seem to convey some insight into Sebastian's mind, turn out to be parodistic. Much of their conversation deals with superficial aspects of college life: breakfast in. Hall, lunch at the Pitt, lectures, playing fives, tea with friends, playing tricks on venerable old tutors. V asks questions that seem trivial: "And where did Sebastian sit? " (43); "And tell me,... what about games? Was Sebastian good at games? " (41), and receives answers that seem just as trivial, such as a lengthy description of Sebastian's failure at tennis. He indulges in an equally lengthy explanation about Sebastian's not quite perfect English. To all this apparently meaningless material Sebastian's old friend adds a few anecdotes from the beginning of Sebastian's time at Cambridge. One feels as if one were on the uncer-

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infinite trouble what he could have learnt from<br />

the letters there and then.<br />

Again, V's account of his visit to Sebastian's<br />

best college friend at Cambridge, who was "the only<br />

man in [Sebastian's] life with whom<br />

[Sebastian]<br />

had<br />

been perfectly frank and natural" (44) and who had<br />

there<strong>for</strong>e known him "intimately" (42), is not quite<br />

so straight<strong>for</strong>ward as it seems at first reading.<br />

Parody intrudes again. Disconcertingly, it is easy<br />

to be misled, <strong>for</strong> those passages of which one tends<br />

to be suspicious, appear to have some serious implication<br />

behind their seemingly parodistic surface,<br />

whereas those passages which seem to indicate "some<br />

lofty and rich intention" on the narrator's part and<br />

which seem to convey some insight into Sebastian's<br />

mind, turn out to be parodistic.<br />

Much of their conversation deals with superficial<br />

aspects of college life: breakfast in. Hall, lunch at<br />

the Pitt, lectures, playing fives, tea with friends,<br />

playing tricks on venerable old tutors. V asks questions<br />

that seem trivial: "And where did Sebastian<br />

sit? " (43); "And tell me,... what about games? Was<br />

Sebastian good at games? " (41), and receives answers<br />

that seem just as trivial, such as a lengthy description<br />

of Sebastian's failure at tennis. He indulges<br />

in an equally lengthy explanation about Sebastian's<br />

not quite perfect English. To all this apparently<br />

meaningless material Sebastian's old friend adds a<br />

few anecdotes from the beginning of Sebastian's time<br />

at Cambridge. One feels as if one were on the uncer-

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