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Summary: Unreliable memories
Review: Hugh Person returns to Switzerland in order to recapture those significant events in his life which happened or started in Switzerland. Person's past is a difficult one - returning stimulates uncomfortable memories (by this method, Nabokov reveals Person's story to the reader).I thought that this novella was essentially an exploration of how memory can be invoked by both places and inanimate objects, and how unreliable our memories can be: we tend to elaborate our recollection of past times, actuality and our recall drift apart. It's often a shock when we find things are not quite as we remember them, when we cannot quite recreate what we imagine the past to have been like. A short, yet interesting novella, reminiscent of Nabokov's earlier works.
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Summary: A Lucid Tale of Memory
Review: Hugh Person, an editor for a book publisher, lost in love. But there are things that remind him. Yes, many things. Nabokov's prose and relationships of present and past is wonderful to read. His words skim like a rock over the water which creates an emotional gestalt. Like all of Nabokov's novels, his characters are uniquely naieve, obsessive and guilty; which you just have to love. This book runs at 120 pages, and is one of his earlier works. I would reccomend this to those that already enjoy Nabokov and his words of wonder.
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Summary: Nabokov's inaccessibility
Review: nor a good starting point. While stylistically very much in keeping with works such as Lolita and Pale Fire (lyrical, smooth, entertaining, moving. A passage describing a pencil stub found in a hotel desk sticks in my memory. Nabokov gives it more life in a long paragraph than other authors can bestow upon a human character in a hundred pages), Transparent Things seems to trade the clever warmth of the earlier novels for a more experimental cleverness which gives the book the cooler feel of a puzzle box or jigsaw puzzle. While its comparatively inaccessible structure is off-putting, what I found most bothersome about Transparent Things was my inability to relate Nabokov's fragmented narration to the story being told. The text feels like a camera with a macro lens following Person through his life, picking up this object here, this scene there, all in magnified detail, but to an end that escapes me. One of Nabokov's greatest strengths is the multilayered nature of his novels. He is one of the exceptionally rare authors who allows a reader to take away exactly what they bring in. But this is not a one-sided trait, by which he crafts a text that runs infinitely deep and from which only the exceptionally scholarly are able to extract every last allusion and nuance from the text. It also means that over this depth there is a simple story that any reader can follow. In Transparent Things, this gift of Nabokov's seems employed in reverse, in that what is in essence a very simple story lies not on the surface, but is occluded by a layer of decidedly opaque murk. Perhaps this is the point of the novel--that things are not transparent, that every object does not present its story as simply as a novel does, but rather gives us hard, solid surfaces. However, an author such as Nabokov wastes his talent in making such a point. There are enough inscrutable surfaces in the world, but not enough books like Pale Fire, which offer, like cut diamond, varying degrees of transparency, depending on a viewer's angle. Save this one for later.
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Summary: Throw it on the pile of good Nabokov
Review: Ok, it's not one of those change your life books like Ada or Lolita, but frankly, if you're considering reading Transparent Things, you've already read those anyway. If you've been burned before by Nabokov, you can trust this one, and better yet, it's 100 pages, so what's the risk? A good rule of thumb is that anything after Lolita is worth the time. Anything before is hit and miss. Another nice thing is that this is a follow up to Ada and Nabokov's still cranking. There's new philosophical and stylistic ground covered, and one would have thought that there wasn't anything else to cover after the big A. It isn't another love story for the ages, but it's well crafted and entertaining. Oh, and this, unlike most Nabokov doesn't leave you with that, good lord he's a conceited (expletive) feeling.
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Summary: Throw it on the pile of good Nabokov
Review: Ok, it's not one of those change your life books like Ada or Lolita, but frankly, if you're considering reading Transparent Things, you've already read those anyway. If you've been burned before by Nabokov, you can trust this one, and better yet, it's 100 pages, so what's the risk? A good rule of thumb is that anything after Lolita is worth the time. Anything before is hit and miss. Another nice thing is that this is a follow up to Ada and Nabokov's still cranking. There's new philosophical and stylistic ground covered, and one would have thought that there wasn't anything else to cover after the big A. It isn't another love story for the ages, but it's well crafted and entertaining. Oh, and this, unlike most Nabokov doesn't leave you with that, good lord he's a conceited (expletive) feeling.
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Summary: Freudians, beware of Vladimir
Review: Sorry, I hate to be a pedant (but who appreciated passionate pedantry more than Nab?) but I have to correct the reviewer below me and point out that Transparent Things is one of Nabokov's LAST works, published when the master was still milking his mind at the age of 74 and still residing on Terra the Fair. Also, easy does it, and keep your eye on that bombastic critic.
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Summary: powerful and full of texture, yet deliciously brief
Review: This is typical brilliant Nabokov, with plenty of detail and mysterious threads laid down throughout that the imaginative can choose to follow or ignore. Because it was written in English rather than translated, Nabokov's prose is at its most powerful and organic - by far. The stories in this are extremely haunting, at least for me, musing on the nature of life after death, among many other themes. It is true genius and you can read it in a single sitting. Get it. You won't be disappointed.
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Summary: powerful and full of texture, yet deliciously brief
Review: This is typical brilliant Nabokov, with plenty of detail and mysterious threads laid down throughout that the imaginative can choose to follow or ignore. Because it was written in English rather than translated, Nabokov's prose is at its most powerful and organic - by far. The stories in this are extremely haunting, at least for me, musing on the nature of life after death, among many other themes. It is true genius and you can read it in a single sitting. Get it. You won't be disappointed.
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Summary: A singular achievement, truly
Review: While Vladimir Nabokov is perhaps metafiction's most important literary lion, he is far from its founder. However, with his penultimate novel, TRANSPARENT THINGS, he actually takes transcends metafiction, quite literally removing it from this world and placing it firmly in the next. To put it bluntly (and putting aside all questions of quality), TT is an incomparable work. Although barely 100 pages, TT is one of the world's very most complex works of literature. To speak of the plot is deceiving since the perspective from and the manner in which the cynosure (viz., Hugh Person)'s tale is told -- and how he eventually relates to the teller(s)/telling -- is what the text is "about"; and comprehending this is no easy feat. While I personally don't consider John Updike a great mind, I don't think he can be derided for admitting that he was completely baffled by TT. (Incidentally, he still professed to admire and enjoy it.) This was, in fact, the general reaction to this book, a reaction which so frustrated Nabokov that he was prompted to break with his general reluctance to explicate his own work (an explication which he was obviously quite annoyed (and baffled to have) to give, as the confusion on the his readers' collective part was not due to any insufficiency in the book). (I hesitate to divulge where this interview can be found, but if you read the book and are similarly perplexed, any decent compendium on Nabokovian criticism will contain it, as there is VERY little that has been written on TT.) What can hardly be debated is the singular narrative approach Nabokov employs -- nay, creates! This novelty alone puts the reader in a place (s)he has never been and so a form or degree of literary vertigo is to be expected. As with all Nabokov, no matter the complexity and subtextual goings-on, the plot and character development of TT is not slighted -- and it is perhaps this Nabokovian trait which often allows even those who realize that they are perhaps missing the bulk of Nabokov's artisanship to still appreciate his art. Personally, I have neither enjoyed nor admired a work of art any more profoundly than I do this one.
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