Three great stories—"The Aurelian", "Signs and Symbols" and "Lance"—the last both a derisive attack on science-fiction and an attempt to imagine the real pain and horror that would accompany space travel.
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Vladimir Nabokov (Russian: Владимир Набоков) was a writer defined by a life of forced movement and extraordinary linguistic transformation. Born into a wealthy, liberal aristocratic family in St. Petersburg, Russia, he grew up trilingual, speaking Russian, English, and French in a household that nurtured his intellectual curiosities, including a lifelong passion for butterflies. This seemingly idyllic, privileged existence was abruptly shattered by the Bolshevik Revolution, which forced the family into permanent exile in 1919. This early, profound experience of displacement and the loss of a homeland became a central, enduring theme in his subsequent work, fueling his exploration of memory, nostalgia, and the irretrievable past. The first phase of his literary life began in Europe, primarily in Berlin, where he established himself as a leading voice among the Russian émigré community under the pseudonym "Vladimir Sirin". During this prolific period, he penned nine novels in his native tongue, showcasing a precocious talent for intricate plotting and character study. Works like The Defense explored obsession through the extended metaphor of chess, while Invitation to a Beheading served as a potent, surreal critique of totalitarian absurdity. In 1925, he married Véra Slonim, an intellectual force in her own right, who would become his indispensable partner, editor, translator, and lifelong anchor. The escalating shadow of Nazism necessitated another, urgent relocation in 1940, this time to the United States. It was here that Nabokov undertook an extraordinary linguistic metamorphosis, making the challenging yet resolute shift from Russian to English as his primary language of expression. He became a U.S. citizen in 1945, solidifying his new life in North America. To support his family, he took on academic positions, first founding the Russian department at Wellesley College, and later serving as a highly regarded professor of Russian and European literature at Cornell University from 1948 to 1959. During this academic tenure, he also dedicated significant time to his other great passion: lepidoptery. He worked as an unpaid curator of butterflies at Harvard University's Museum of Comparative Zoology. His scientific work was far from amateurish; he developed novel taxonomic methods and a groundbreaking, highly debated theory on the migration patterns and phylogeny of the Polyommatus blue butterflies, a hypothesis that modern DNA analysis confirmed decades later. Nabokov achieved widespread international fame and financial independence with the publication of Lolita in 1955, a novel that was initially met with controversy and censorship battles due to its provocative subject matter concerning a middle-aged literature professor and his obsession with a twelve-year-old girl. The novel's critical and commercial success finally allowed him to leave teaching and academia behind. In 1959, he and Véra moved permanently to the quiet luxury of the Montreux Palace Hotel in Switzerland, where he focused solely on writing, translating his earlier Russian works into meticulous English, and studying local butterflies. His later English novels, such as Pale Fire (1962), a complex, postmodern narrative structured around a 999-line poem and its delusional commentator, cemented his reputation as a master stylist and a technical genius. His literary style is characterized by intricate wordplay, a profound use of allusion, structural complexity, and an insistence on the artist's total, almost tyrannical, control over their created world. Nabokov often expressed disdain for what he termed "topical trash" and the simplistic interpretations of Freudian psychoanalysis, preferring instead to focus on the power of individual consciousness, the mechanics of memory, and the intricate, often deceptive, interplay between art and perceived "reality". His unique body of work, straddling multiple cultures and languages, continues to
Purple patches abound in Nabokov's prose like the blooming of lavender on a spring morning; beauty and pity are the defining characteristics of Nabokov's oeuvre and both abound in this collection of short stories. Roused from his stupor, the Professor in 'The Aurelian', a cantankerous curmudgeon dreams deliriously of worlds he has never visited, butterflies he has never glimpsed, sunrises he has never experienced. 'The Aurelian' deals with the alchemy of the imagination and it's ability to transmogrify the world around us from something dull and dolorous into something blazingly beautiful. His sense heightened by his imagination, The Professor's fantasies transform even the most quotidian details into something magical and mellifluous, like the butterfly taking wing from its chrysalis, The Professor's soul soars into undreamed of heights in his aurelian dreams;
'In Italian gardens in the summer dusk, the gravel crunched invitingly underfoot, and Pilgram gazed through the growing darkness of blossoms in front of which suddenly there appeared an oleander hawk, which passed from flower to flower, humming intently and stopping at the corolla, its wings vibrating so rapidly that nothing but a ghostly nimbus was visible about its streamlined body."
'Signs and Symbols' deals with another key Nabokovian theme; madness and the self-awareness of characters that they exist solely in the mind of another. A mother and father are worried about the delusion which their son is experiencing, the feeling of paranoia that the world he exists in is surrounded by references to his existence. Little do they know, however, that their son is completely right, the signs and symbols which he sees are the words by which Nabokov describes the world, of which he is the centre-pieces, creates. His parents-and others in the world-are labouring under the delusion that they are anything but galley-slaves of the author.
Finally one of Nabokov's greatest short stories, both in the poetry of its language and the depth of its philosophy is 'Lance'. A story which in its few short pages celebrates the importance of individuality, of seeking your own path in life, of seeking and finding beauty wherever you are able to find it as Lance finds it in his space adventures. However it is also a novel about love, about the tremulous shivers of hair on the hand of the father as his son is about to depart on a dangerous adventures, the forced cheerfulness of the mother as she disguises her distraught upon the departure of her son and the tense excitement mixed with sadness which Lance feels upon departing, upon knowing he may never see his parents again but that he may glimpse, tantalisingly and ephemerally, as his spine tingles, the purple-hued earth against vast, unfathomable stretches of darkness.
I will begin this review by saying that of the work of Nabokov's which I have read in the past, I have not enjoyed it anywhere near as much as most people seem to. I had never encountered his short stories before picking up Lance. All of these 'dazzling stories of obsession, mania and an extra-terrestrial nightmare feature all of the wit, dexterity and inventiveness that are the hallmarks of Nabokov's genius', and were published between 1931 and 1951. 'The Aurelian' was originally written in Russian, and appears in translation here by Peter Pertzov in collaboration with the author. The other two stories - 'Signs and Symbols' and 'Lance' - were first written in English.
The three tales collected here are all rather sad. 'The Aurelian' follows protagonist Paul Pilgram, who has taken over the running of his parents' shop in Berlin. Of Pilgram, Nabokov writes: '... as a boy he already feverishly swapped specimens with collectors, and after his parents died butterflies reigned supreme in the dim little shop.' He is an entomologist, who knows so much about species all around the world, but has never travelled farther than Berlin's suburbs. His wish is to see butterflies living in their natural habitat. I will say no more lest I give any of the story away, but suffice to say, I very much enjoyed reading it. It is the first time in which I have ever felt fully engaged with Nabokov's work.
The second haunting story, 'Signs and Symbols', takes as its focus a suicidal young man living in a sanatorium, and the effects which he has upon his family: 'The last time their son had tried to take his life, his method had been, in the doctor's words, a masterpiece of inventiveness; he would have succeeded, had not an envious fellow patient thought he was learning to fly - and stopped him. What he really wanted to do was to tear a hole in his world and escape.' I found such descriptions touching and evocative, and indeed, this style of writing and character reveal threads through all three tales in Lance. The stories are very human, and I now have an interest to read more of Nabokov's work in the near future.
The third titular story was the only one in this collection which I did not much enjoy. However, that may be because it is so firmly rooted in science fiction, something which I am not at all a fan of. I found it interesting enough to read, but it was certainly peculiar. Had this surprising collection featured only the first two stories, I certainly would have given it a five star rating.
Good to read Nabokov again after a gap of many years. I read about half his novels in my late teens and early 20s but only a handful of his short stories. This little volume contains three short stories, the first of which,'The Aurelian', is utterly brilliant and jumps immediately into my list of 'the best short stories I have ever read'.
The second story, 'Signs and Symbols', is an enigma. It reminds me of an Isaac Bashevis Singer story in its style and setting. It is a story that puts the responsibility onto the reader at the end. The third story, 'Lance', is a curious example of science-fiction. It might even be regarded as a slap on the face of science-fiction, but it is quite a gentle slap. The exploration of space is treated as a mountaineering expedition. It is lyrical and high toned.
Not everything that Nabokov wrote is enjoyable. But what a prose stylist! The best ever!
“In the twilight of the strangely still shop, eyed wings stared at him from all sides, and Pilgram perceived something almost appalling in the richness of the huge happiness that was leaning towards him like a mountain.”
These 'three dazzling stories' display Nabakov's particular brand of craftsmanship. Each word is delicately chosen and assembled into a flowing and transient story. There is no more written or said then there needs to be, yet each story gives more than a short story tends to.
A short trip of my first Nabokov. 3.6 stars to be exact. I prefer The Aurelian more than the other two, but Lance was actually quite okay too. Nabokov's words are superb, beautifully written nevertheless.
This was my first time reading Vladimir Nabokov's writing, his prose is crafted meticulously and his use of words beautifully. I didn't enjoy these stories as much as I expected to so I feel a little let down. My favourite story is the first in the book called The Aurelian which I find is the most memorable and my least favourite is the last story which the book is titled after 'Lance' I found it very well written but it didn't hold my attention like the others did, I found the plot dull and uninteresting, like it was lacking something.
Vladimir Nabokov is, at times, tough to follow. Nobody has ever written with his dexterity, but at times he's tough to follow. In either instance, these three short stories are great.
My original review got deleted so I'll be brief. I personally just don't value Nabokov's writing. I think Lolita and Pale Fire were more interesting narrative exercises, but ultimately were unenjoyable for the same reason as Lance. All of his stories are emotionally disconnected, vague, sadistic to the characters and readers, end without strong conclusion, and don't provide a social commentary or point for further thought. It's hard to discuss Nabokov's works without discussing how they are provocative, but they are just as uninformative or uninspirational.
In Lance, we have 3 stories. One where someone dies for no reason, one where someone goes insane for no reason, and one where someone becomes unhuman for no reason. Nabokov is a horror writer in my opinion. But unlike horror writers, he has no strong suspense, message, or personal connection, so is as unexciting as possible. This doesn't have the personal and sincere tragedy of existential philosophy like Sartre or Beckett, or the nihilism of Kafka, all of which I find challenging and unpleasant but slightly more enjoyable because they're being honest and clear and trying to communicate the lack of meaning without God or faith in community. Nabokov, however, punishes his characters for no reason in as vague a way as possible.
My honest opinion is I think asides from Nabokov's inventive plot setups, only insofar as they are unpleasant and go out of their way to be so, I don't think he offers anything. I think we praise Nabokov for the wrong reasons, I wonder whether we're actually just reading Russian translation and thinking he's intentionally writing vaguely, because the style is very similar to my mind as Russian-based authors I have not enjoyed due to the difficulty of grasping their syntax when translated. We might think he's a classic writer because he uses vocabulary like Borges, or because he writes creative mind games like Calvino, yet unlike either I feel that he's not actually conveying anything, showing any serious intention or ideas or emotional experiences, that make that warranted.
I find Nabokov's writing unpleasant and hard to follow or remember. I don't think we need to praise it because somebody said he was classic, or he chooses to write about subversive topics for the heck of it without a good reason. To my mind, Nabokov is only ever making bad decisions and we can praise him only for the liberty to make mistakes in a way that seems sophisticated and intentional.
I honestly liked all the stories in this little sample of Nabokov's work. I am left a little confused as on some level I just don't get it, especially the last story, Lance.
I am left wanting to read more by home, perhaps even finish Lolita, which I began over 30 years ago.
zacne se okej, prvemu short storyu bi dala 4 zvezdice drugi mi je bil zelo vsec, 5 zvezdic tretji disappointing glede na to da je zbirka po njem poimenovana, tak 2,5 zvezdic
Had a great day, enjoyed reading this out in the sun with the dawgs. Awesome. The title story is a little underwhelming (maybe due to what precedes it) but the other two are superb.
I confess i picked this up for the goodreads goal, which I'm trying to catch up on! But! It was really good, which i knew it would be, because nabokov is a genius. Not bad for £2.
I enjoyed this a lot, after the formlessness of Nocilla Lab. Three economical, grim short stories. This was my first expose to Nabokov, and I particularly enjoyed his very detailed prose. He has a rather unnecessary dig at science fiction in the final short story, but maybe it was worse in the 50s.
Εξαιρετικά προσεγμένη έκδοση (θα ψάξω και τα άλλα), μικρσκοπικό μέγεθος, λίγες σελίδες και €3 μεταχειρισμένο. Τρεις σύντομες ιστορίες, σκοτεινές, πεσιμιστικές και διφορούμενες, δείγμα δυνατής πένας αλλά όχι αυτοδύναμες.
The Aurelian - 3* Signs and Symbols - 3.5* Lance - 4*
Σύνολο = 3.5 αλλά δεν είμαι φαν των σύντομων ιστοριών ακόμα κι αν φέρουν την υπογραφή του Nabokov.