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Free read Speak, Memory Vladimir Nabokov · 4 Read Free read ò PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook · Vladimir Nabokov «Другие берега» автобиографическая книга часто называемая романом Владимира Наб?. Vladimir Nabokov was the Niles Crane of 20th century literature snooty fastidious and comically inept at being a normal guy And it s part of his fastidiousness that he would have despised my handy pop culture analogy Even his ailments had something snobbish about them I mean synesthesia Who has that And what kind of douche decides that sleep is too plebeian Would it have been so hard to come down with herpes and depression like everyone elseNeedless to say Speak Memory is one of the most brilliant autobiographies ever written and I m just delaying the moment when I throw my panties on the stage along with every other reviewer here But first I need to make fun of Nabokov a bit Six pages into his foreword he tosses off this gag inducing little metaphor I hope to write some day a Speak on Memory covering the years 1940 1960 spent in America the evaporation of certain volatiles and the melting of certain metals are still going on in my coils and cruciblesThat s a fairly standard trope I guess the artist as alchemist What irritates me about it is the self complacency it implies this is the uptown euivalent of hanging a Genius at Work sign on your cubicle wall It s tacky not to mention unbearably precious Also wasn t alchemy discredited centuries ago as a bogus pseudo scienceIn one sense though the metaphor is well chosen because Nabokov really did view art as some kind of occult jiggery pokery I discovered in nature the non utilitarian delights that I sought in art Both were a form of magic both were a game of intricate enchantment and deceptionI dunno It s not that I expect every artist to justify the ways of God to man or forge the conscience of his race in the smithy of his soul blech or help me free my mind so that my ass may follow but that strikes me as a depressingly sterile notion of art Games magic deception it all sounds like an elaborate Easter egg hunt Or a Dungeons Dragons marathon Either way it s something I grew out of a long time ago And if you point out that Nabokov wrote Lolita whereas I ve written a bunch of book reports for a stupid website I won t have much of a comeback for you Except shut upI clearly have huge problems with some of the assumptions behind Speak Memory but the book itself is just so damn beautiful that I can t stay mad at it for long People talk about Nabokov s style as if it were some glittering rococo gush but his elaborations are never merely ornamental they re in the service of an almost preposterous precision He wants to get it exactly right and if that means ransacking the OED and piling up his clauses into syntactical Jenga towers well you ll just have to sit there and take it Or go play Wii The fact is the world is so immeasurably complex and our perceptions are so deliriously rich that even the most exhaustive representation of one tiny patch of reality can only be a gross simplification a thing of sticks and suiggles daubed by a gifted chimpanzee Nabokov s prose is a bit less of a simplification than anyone else s that s all Meaning he comes as close to honouring the riotous profusion of experience as any human being is likely to getThere I told you the panties would come off

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Free read Speak, Memory Vladimir Nabokov · 4 Read Free read ò PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook · Vladimir Nabokov рка написанного на французском языке «Mademoiselle O» 1936 соответствует пятой главе книг?. My old since 1917 uarrel with the Soviet dictatorship is wholly unrelated to any uestion of property My contempt for the migr who hates the Reds because they stole his money and land is complete The nostalgia I have been cherishing all these years is a hypertrophied sense of lost childhood not sorrow for lost banknotes And that is what this collage of memories is all about It is not a conventional autobiography It doesn t present a chronological account of Nabokov s life nor does it analyse his literary works In fact there is hardly anything about his novels in this work However there are many memories of a lost childhoodTypically something he sees triggers a memory and that in turn may lead to other memories He states that music doesn t appeal to him much Music I regret to say affects me merely as an arbitrary succession of or less irritating sounds but what he lacks aurally he than makes up for visually and he is gifted with synesthesia My mother did everything to encourage the general sensitiveness I had to visual stimulation She taught him to appreciate the beauty of nature Vot zapomni now remember she would say in conspiratorial tones as she drew my attention to this or that loved thing in Vyra a lark ascending the curds and whey sky of a dull spring day heat lightning taking pictures of a distant line of trees in the night the palette of maple leaves on brown sand a small bird s cuneate footprints on new snow Thus in a way I inherited an exuisite simulacrum the beauty of intangible property unreal estate and this proved a splendid training for the endurance of later losses Nostalgically he tells of mushroom gathering a popular Russian pastime and he remembers the sight and smells Its shady recesses would then harbor that special boletic reek which makes a Russian s nostrils dilate a dark dank satisfying blend of damp moss rich earth rotting leaves Nabokov provides an excellent snapshot of how the Russian aristocracy lived at the start of the twentieth century He casually mentions that there were 50 servants on their country estate He speaks with much fondness of some nannies and tutors of whom he had many and with contempt of others There was the joy of learning to read I was thrilled by the thought that some day I might attain such proficiency The magic has endured and whenever a grammar book comes my way I instantly turn to the last page to enjoy a forbidden glimpse of the laborious student s future of that promised land where at last words are meant to mean what they mean Nabokov remembers The sepia gloom of an arctic afternoon in midwinter invaded the rooms and was deepening to an oppressive black A bronze angle a surface of glass or polished mahogany here and there in the darkness reflected the odds and ends of light from the street where the globes of tall street lamps along its middle line were already diffusing their lunar glow Gauzy shadows moved on the ceiling In the stillness the dry sound of a chrysanthemum petal falling upon the marble of a table made one s nerves twang Nabokov an enthusiastic lepidopterist talks about butterflies a lot and enthusiastically He remembers his first romance and his first attempt at writing poetry He also discusses time spent composing chess problems There are memories of his brothers and of his university years in England at Cambridge He is amazed at the astonishing drivel when Russia was being discussed by otherwise intelligent fellow students He tells us about his father who was assassinated in Berlin He writes about exile and being an migr And I have often noticed that after I had bestowed on the characters of my novels some treasured item of my past it would pine away in the artificial world where I had so abruptly placed it Although it lingered on in my mind its personal warmth its retrospective appeal had gone and presently it became closely identified with my novel than with my former self where it had seemed to be so safe from the intrusion of the artistI confess I do not believe in time I like to fold my magic carpet after use in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon anotherI witness with pleasure the supreme achievement of memory which is the masterly use it makes of innate harmonies when gathering to its fold the suspended and wandering tonalities of the pastVery lovely very lonesome But what am I doing in this stereoscopic dreamland How did I get here Somehow the two sleighs have slipped away leaving behind a passportless spy standing on the blue white road in his New England snowboots and stormcoat The vibration in my ears is no longer their receding bells but only my old blood singing All is still spellbound enthralled by the moon fancy s rear vision mirror The snow is real though and as I bend to it and scoop up a handful sixty years crumble to glittering frost dust between my fingers Nabokov initially used the pseudonym Sirin and he wittily references himself here view spoiler But the author that interested me most was naturally Sirin He belonged to my generation Among the young writers produced in exile he was the loneliest and most arrogant one Beginning with the appearance of his first novel in 1925 and throughout the next fifteen years until he vanished as strangely as he had come his work kept provoking an acute and rather morbid interest on the part of critics Just as Marxist publicists of the eighties in old Russia would have denounced his lack of concern with the economic structure of society so the mystagogues of migr letters deplored his lack of religious insight and of moral preoccupation Everything about him was bound to offend Russian conventions and especially that Russian sense of decorum which for example an American offends so dangerously today when in the presence of Soviet military men of distinction he happens to lounge with both hands in his trouser pockets Conversely Sirin s admirers made much perhaps too much of his unusual style brilliant precision functional imagery and that sort of thing Russian readers who had been raised on the sturdy straightforwardness of Russian realism and had called the bluff of decadent cheats were impressed by the mirror like angles of his clear but weirdly misleading sentences and by the fact that the real life of his books flowed in his figures of speech which one critic has compared to windows giving upon a contiguous world a rolling corollary the shadow of a train of thought Across the dark sky of exile Sirin passed to use a simile of a conservative nature like a meteor and disappeared leaving nothing much else behind him than a vague sense of uneasiness hide spoiler

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Free read Speak, Memory Vladimir Nabokov · 4 Read Free read ò PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook · Vladimir Nabokov ?коваСоздание своего автобиографического сочинения Набоков начал с небольшого оче. I never knew this guy had synesthesiaTHE cradle rocks above an abyss and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness cNature expects a full grown man to accept the two black voids fore and aft as stolidly as he accepts the extraordinary visions in between Imagination the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature should be limited In order to enjoy life we should not enjoy it too much cAS FAR back as I remember myself with interest with amusement seldom with admiration or disgust I have been subject to mild hallucinations Some are aural others are optical and by none have I profited much The fatidic accents that restrained Socrates or egged on Joaneta Darc have degenerated with me to the level of something one happens to hear between lifting and clapping down the receiver of a busy party line telephone Just before falling asleep I often become aware of a kind of one sided conversation going on in an adjacent section of my mind uite independently from the actual trend of my thoughts It is a neutral detached anonymous voice which I catch saying words of no importance to me whatever an English or a Russian sentence not even addressed to me and so trivial that I hardly dare give samples lest the flatness I wish to convey be marred by a molehill of sense This silly phenomenon seems to be the auditory counterpart of certain praedormitary visions which I also know well What I mean is not the bright mental image as for instance the face of a beloved parent long dead conjured up by a wing stroke of the will that is one of the bravest movements a human spirit can make Nor am I alluding to the so called muscae volitantes shadows cast upon the retinal rods by motes in the vitreous humor which are seen as transparent threads drifting across the visual field Perhaps nearer to the hypnagogic mirages I am thinking of is the colored spot the stab of an afterimage with which the lamp one has just turned off wounds the palpebral night At times however my photisms take on a rather soothing flou uality and then I see projected as it were upon the inside of the eyelid gray figures walking between beehives or small black parrots gradually vanishing among mountain snows or a mauve remoteness melting beyond moving masts cOn top of all this I present a fine case of colored hearing Perhaps hearing is not uite accurate since the color sensation seems to be produced by the very act of my orally forming a given letter while I imagine its outline The long a of the English alphabet and it is this alphabet I have in mind farther on unless otherwise stated has for me the tint of weathered wood but a French a evokes polished ebony This black group also includes hard g vulcanized rubber and r a sooty rag being ripped Oatmeal n noodle limp l and the ivory backed hand mirror of o take care of the whites I am puzzled by my French on which I see as the brimming tension surface of alcohol in a small glass Passing on to the blue group there is steely x thundercloud z and huckleberry k Since a subtle interaction exists between sound and shape I see as browner than k while s is not the light blue of c but a curious mixture of azure and mother of pearl Adjacent tints do not merge and diphthongs do not have special colors of their own unless represented by a single character in some other language thus the fluffy gray three stemmed Russian letter that stands for sh a letter as old as the rushes of the Nile influences its English representationI hasten to complete my list before I am interrupted In the green group there are alder leaf f the unripe apple of p and pistachio t Dull green combined somehow with violet is the best I can do for w The yellows comprise various e s and i s creamy d bright golden y and u whose alphabetical value I can express only by brassy with an olive sheen In the brown group there are the rich rubbery tone of soft g paler j and the drab shoelace of h Finally among the reds b has the tone called burnt sienna by painters m is a fold of pink flannel and today I have at last perfectly matched v with Rose uartz in Maerz and Paul s Dictionary of Color The word for rainbow a primary but decidedly muddy rainbow is in my private language the hardly pronounceable kzspygv The first author to discuss audition color e was as far as I know an albino physician in 1812 in ErlangenThe confessions of a synesthete must sound tedious and pretentious to those who are protected from such leakings and drafts by solid walls than mine are To my mother though this all seemed uite normal The matter came up one day in my seventh year as I was using a heap of old alphabet blocks to build a tower I casually remarked to her that their colors were all wrong We discovered then that some of her letters had the same tint as mine and that besides she was optically affected by musical notes These evoked no chromatisms in me whatsoever Music I regret to say affects me merely as an arbitrary succession of or less irritating sounds cOne day after a long illness as I lay in bed still very weak I found myself basking in an unusual euphoria of lightness and repose I knew my mother had gone to buy me the daily present that made those convalescences so delightful c


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    Vladimir Nabokov · 4 Read Free read ò PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook · Vladimir Nabokov PDF DOWNLOAD [Speak, Memory] AUTHOR Vladimir Nabokov Nabokov is a joker If I hadn’t known that already I’d have learned it when I reached the end of Speak MemoryI’d begun my review of the book when I was about half way through reading it something I often do preferring to jot dow

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    PDF DOWNLOAD [Speak, Memory] AUTHOR Vladimir Nabokov I never knew this guy had synesthesiaTHE cradle rocks above an abyss and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness cNature expects a full grown man to accept the two black voids fore and aft as stolidly as he accepts the extraordinary visions in between Imagination the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature should be limited In order to enjoy life we should not enj

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    PDF DOWNLOAD [Speak, Memory] AUTHOR Vladimir Nabokov Free read ò PDF, DOC, TXT or eBook · Vladimir Nabokov Free read Speak, Memory Finis There are parts of this memoir that I absolutely loved and there are parts mostly later in the memoir and in Nabokov's life that I found difficult to embrace as a reader The Everyman's Library Edition I read also has an excelle

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    PDF DOWNLOAD [Speak, Memory] AUTHOR Vladimir Nabokov Free read Speak, Memory This is in my opinion Nabokov's best work The autobiography as a form suits Nabokov perfectly as his novels are never so much about plot or 'big ideas' just the intense poetic possibilities of language itself So be forewarned there is almost no useful information here You may learn a thing or two about pre Rev

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  • Speak, Memory
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  • 15 July 2019
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