''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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- 58 - that vaguely resemble him: I do ... not exist:. there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist (l02). 3 The novel reaches beyond this concern with the "true reality" of a person and explores the implications of the pessimistic conclusion just analysed: Just as all the people he meets are "not live beings but only chance mirrors for Smurov" (90), he is a mirror himself, in which all the others, too, are reduced to mere reflections, their entire existence being "merely a shimmer on a screen" (91). If this is so, this same multiplicity can be a valuable protection. Nothing that one person can do can really harm the other one. It is impossible to hurt anybody if he does not exist. Whatever attacks may be aimed at a person, they can reach only one of the variety of "phantoms" that resemble him; all the others go unharmed. This, it seems, is what gives Smurov that exultant feeling of security at the end: "The world, try as it may, cannot insult me. I am in- vulnerable" (103). But in this triumph is mingled a note of despair. Why should he insist so repeatedly, so defiantly and aggressively that he is happy? I am happy - yes, happy! What more can I do to prove it, how to proclaim that I am happy? Oh, to shout it so that all of you believe me at last, you cruel, smug people... (103). This sounds rather as if he were trying to con- vince above all himself that he is happy. He has in-

- 59 - deed been through an experience that may account for this. There is a brief period during which he tries to break out of the unreal world of mirrors and re- flections and during which he steps back into life. He becomes one with himself once more, so to speak; he does not watch himself, nor his emotions but lives through them, and talks in the first person of Smurov (72ff. ) He loves Vanya. Not for anything he knows about her: 'What difference did it make to me whether she were stupid or intelligent, or what her childhood had been like, or what books she read, or what she, thought about the universe? " (73) He loves her for something that he sees as her essential quality and. which he calls "her loveliness" (73). But he is not loved back, and he also feels that this "loveliness", which he most needs and wants from her, is too intimately hers and not accessible to him. Like "the tint of the cloud or the scent of the flower" (74) it can only be sensed and admired but not "appropriated" (74). The only escape he sees from this painful passion is to tell himself that it is all just an il- lusion on his part. There are probably as many differ- ent versions of Vanya as there are of himself. there is probably no such person as the "real" Vanya whom he believes for a moment to have found. Why, then, should he be unhappy if she does not love him? He calms down (74), telling himself that he has loved no more than one of the "phantoms" that resemble her, an image created in the mirror of his own mind. "... Vanya, like all the rest, existed only in my imagination... " (191-192).

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deed been through an experience that may account <strong>for</strong><br />

this. There is a brief period during which he tries<br />

to break out of the unreal world of mirrors and re-<br />

flections and during which he steps back into life.<br />

He becomes one with himself once more, so to speak;<br />

he does not watch himself, nor his emotions but lives<br />

through them, and talks in the first person of Smurov<br />

(72ff. ) He loves Vanya. Not <strong>for</strong> anything he knows<br />

about her: 'What difference did it make to me whether<br />

she were stupid or intelligent, or what her childhood<br />

had been like, or what books she read, or what she,<br />

thought about the universe? " (73) He loves her <strong>for</strong><br />

something that he sees as her essential quality and.<br />

which he calls "her loveliness" (73). But he is not<br />

loved back, and he also feels that this "loveliness",<br />

which he most needs and wants from her, is too intimately<br />

hers and not accessible to him. Like "the<br />

tint of the cloud or the scent of the flower" (74) it<br />

can only be sensed and admired but not "appropriated"<br />

(74). The only escape he sees from this painful<br />

passion is to tell himself that it is all just an il-<br />

lusion on his part. There are probably as many differ-<br />

ent versions of Vanya as there are of himself. there<br />

is probably no such person as the "real" Vanya whom<br />

he believes <strong>for</strong> a moment to have found. Why, then,<br />

should he be unhappy if she does not love him? He<br />

calms down (74), telling himself that he has loved<br />

no more than one of the "phantoms" that resemble<br />

her, an image created in the mirror of his own mind.<br />

"... Vanya, like all the rest, existed only in my<br />

imagination... " (191-192).

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