''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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- 60 - He says he calms down, but the tone in which he later insists on his happiness betrays the despair that has remained in him. One might conclude that the source of his despair is not simply the loss of Vanya but an awareness of the great loneliness to which his theory condemns man and has condemned himself. If his assumption about himself and about Vanya is right, then people not only see and judge, hate or attack "phantoms"; then they also talk and get attached to, and fall in love with, not real people, but persons of their own invention, "phantoms" as well. Then all genuine contact and communication is impossi. - ble. Feelings and emotions never reach the person on whom they are centred because they are all based on errors and illusions. Should an emotion become too powerful and painful, one needs only remind oneself of these facts. In the last analysis, and this may well be the profoundest cause of Smurov's despair, the conclusions he has come to completely reduce life to irreality and uncover its transiency. He has set out to try and understand his existence, and has found that his and, in fact, everybody's existence is only "a shimmer on a screen. " He has found only reflections, images in mirrors, which, though they may look like people and appear lifelike, cannot be taken for real people and are not life, but only a debased and distorted and unreal version of it. His own real self, and Vanya's, which he thought for a moment he had found behind her reflection, escape him, and although he senses that

- 61 - there must be some "model" and "original" of the unreal "shimmer" of life on the screen, real life, too, escapes him. Something else contributes to his despair. For a little while he has entertained the illusion that his image, so elusive that he himself cannot capture and preserve it, might be "securely and lastingly pre- served" by Roman Bogdanovich, and at that thought. has felt "a sacred chill" (80). He has entertained the hope that Roman Bogdanovich, in his diary, might be "creating an image, perhaps immortal, of Smurov" (82), only to find that Bogdanovich's is the most humili- ating, distorted and degrading image of the many that exist of him in the mirror minds of others (85-87). Along with Uncle Pasha Smurov sees "the happiest image" of himself dying (93), and it gradually dawns on him that there is no such thing as immortality. Only "phantoms" of himself will survive him for a while, and then even these will die: With every acquaintance I make the population of phantoms resembling me increases. I alone do not exist. Smurov, however, will live on for a long time. The two boys, those pupils of mine, will grow old, and some image or other of me will live within them like a tenacious parasite. And then will come the day when the last person who remembers me will die. Perhaps ... a chance story about me, a simple anecdote in which I figure, will pass on from him to his son or grandson, and so my name and my ghost will appear fleetingly here and there for some time still. Then will come the end (103). Sebastian Knight in the later novel, who is con- fronted with the same dilemmas, eventually finds a way out. Smurov has no means of escaping from the

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there must be some "model" and "original" of the<br />

unreal "shimmer" of life on the screen, real life,<br />

too, escapes him.<br />

Something else contributes to his despair. For a<br />

little while he has entertained the illusion that his<br />

image, so elusive that he himself cannot capture and<br />

preserve it, might be "securely and lastingly pre-<br />

served" by Roman Bogdanovich, and at that thought. has<br />

felt "a sacred chill" (80). He has entertained the<br />

hope that Roman Bogdanovich, in his diary, might be<br />

"creating an image, perhaps immortal, of Smurov" (82),<br />

only to find that Bogdanovich's is the most humili-<br />

ating, distorted and degrading image of the many that<br />

exist of him in the mirror minds of others (85-87).<br />

Along with Uncle Pasha Smurov sees "the happiest<br />

image" of himself dying (93), and it gradually dawns<br />

on him that there is no such thing as immortality.<br />

Only "phantoms" of himself will survive him <strong>for</strong> a<br />

while, and then even these will die:<br />

With every acquaintance I make the population<br />

of phantoms resembling me increases.<br />

I alone do not exist. Smurov, however, will<br />

live on <strong>for</strong> a long time. The two boys, those<br />

pupils of mine, will grow old, and some image<br />

or other of me will live within them like a<br />

tenacious parasite. And then will come the<br />

day when the last person who remembers me will<br />

die. Perhaps<br />

...<br />

a chance story about me, a<br />

simple anecdote in which I figure, will pass<br />

on from him to his son or grandson, and so<br />

my name and my ghost will appear fleetingly<br />

here and there <strong>for</strong> some time still. Then<br />

will come the end (103).<br />

Sebastian Knight in the later novel, who is con-<br />

fronted with the same dilemmas, eventually finds a<br />

way out. Smurov has no means of escaping from the

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