''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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- 416 - the Future as time (535), but he had made the mistake one night in 1920 of calculating the maximal number of [his heart's] remaining beats (allowing for another half-century), and now the preposterous hurry of the countdown irritated him and increased the rate at which he could hear himself dying (569-570). He experiences, as a nonagenarian, an "unbelievable intellectual surge", a "creative explosion" (577), which enable him to write his memoir, but the consciousness of his deteriorating health and of inexorably approaching death becomes ever more acute. At first it is only the awareness of "furtive, furcating cracks... in his physical well-being" (569), later it is a suspicion of some "fatal illness" (570), and this suspicion is confirmed, almost nonchalantly, by his referring to his "premature -I mean premonitary - nightmare about 'You can, Sir, " (583), which points back to his "'verbal' nightmare" that revealed to him what Marina was dying of (451). Pain becomes so preva- lent that it adds a new aspect to Van's concept of time. It crowds out everything else and eventually be- comes equated with time: ... an element of pure time enters into pain, into the thick, steady, solid duration of I-can't-bear-it pain;... (587), or, even more poignant: "... it was high pain for Ada to be completed" (587). Thus the memoir that started with an affirmation of the possibility of bliss even in a world identified by Van as Hell, and that seemed to open a way of over- coming the working of time, and, with it, death, is in danger of ending on a depressing note of resigna-

- 417 - tion. Pain and physical death are inescapable, and the hereafter is a "featureless pseudo-future, blank and black, an everlasting non-lastingness... " (585). if it does not in fact contain the horrors that Van foresaw for Mr Rack, all that imagination can do is to summon up a mental picture of it which makes it appear as "a second-rate continuation of our marvel- ous mortality (586). Both Van and Ada are dying. In dying, they become more "one" than ever: "Vaniada" (583). They "overlap, intergrade, inter. ache" , and it does become impossible "to make out... who exactly survives... " This is the end they wish for and that they foresee (584). But there is something to mitigate the horror and to introduce a new note of hope. Physical death is inescapable; Van and Ada who experienced moments of triumph over it, die. But One can... surmise that if our time-racked, flat-lying couple ever intended to die they would die, as it were, into the finished book,..., into the prose of the book or the poetry of its blurb (587). This book contains their own memories, arranged, sty- lized, shaped, turned into a work of art. And art that in Nabokov's novels opens man's eyes to things which normally remain hidden, that unravels problems and grants insights into mysteries, here becomes a refuge in the face of death and a means to escape total anni- hilation. Turning their life and their memories into a piece of art, Ada and Van give permanence to them. They create something immortal, and dying "into the finished book", into their own immortal work of art, they defy, and triumph over, death.

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the Future as time (535), but<br />

he had made the mistake one night in 1920<br />

of calculating the maximal number of [his<br />

heart's] remaining beats (allowing <strong>for</strong><br />

another half-century), and now the preposterous<br />

hurry of the countdown irritated<br />

him and increased the rate at which he<br />

could hear himself dying (569-570).<br />

He experiences, as a nonagenarian, an "unbelievable<br />

intellectual surge", a "creative explosion" (577),<br />

which enable him to write his memoir, but the consciousness<br />

of his deteriorating health and of inexorably<br />

approaching death becomes ever more acute. At<br />

first it is only the awareness of "furtive, furcating<br />

cracks... in his physical well-being" (569), later it<br />

is a suspicion of some "fatal illness" (570), and this<br />

suspicion is confirmed, almost nonchalantly, by his<br />

referring to his "premature -I mean premonitary -<br />

nightmare about 'You can, Sir, " (583), which points<br />

back to his "'verbal' nightmare" that revealed to him<br />

what Marina was dying of (451). Pain becomes so preva-<br />

lent that it adds a new aspect to Van's concept of<br />

time. It crowds out everything else and eventually be-<br />

comes equated with time:<br />

... an element of pure time enters into<br />

pain, into the thick, steady, solid<br />

duration of I-can't-bear-it pain;...<br />

(587),<br />

or, even more poignant: "... it was high pain <strong>for</strong> Ada<br />

to be completed" (587).<br />

Thus the memoir that started with an affirmation<br />

of the possibility of bliss even in a world identified<br />

by Van as Hell, and that seemed to open a way of over-<br />

coming the working of time, and, with it, death, is<br />

in danger of ending on a depressing note of resigna-

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