Publish or Perish

The emerging controversy over the fate of Vladimir Nabokov's final, unfinished manuscript raises issues similar to those discussed in the preceding post. In that post I suggested that the publication of the "original" versions of some of Raymond Carver's stories will serve only to diminish readers' estimation of Carver's fiction. I further argued that even if Carver's editor in effect co-wrote the stories, it would be better for those original efforts to remain unpublished. What ultimately matters is the quality of the work, and, since I believe the impure versions of the stories (those edited by Gordon Lish) are superior, they are the versions that should be available to future readers.

In the Nabokov case, a manuscript the author felt should not be available will either be destroyed or be published against the author's wishes. Whereas Carver agreed to the publication of the impure versions of his work (thus effectively claiming them as his own), here the author wanted the impure version of his work-in-progress (impure because not completed) to be withheld from publication. If we are finally able to read The Original of Laura, we would be reading something the author had not yet claimed as his own (worthy of being attributed to "Vladimir Nabokov" on the cover), something that, to Nabokov's way of thinking, did not yet constitute a text that could be read at all in any meaningful sense. It was the finished work that Nabokov would share with his audience; the work done on the way to that finished form should not concern them.

In discussing the issues involved in this controversy, Ron Rosenbaum asks, "Does the lust for aesthetic beauty always allow us to rationalize trampling on the artist's grave?" But the unfinished manuscript could not have "aesthetic beauty" as Nabokov would have defined the term. Aesthetic beauty emerges from the work as it is fully shaped, exhausting its creator's artistic resources. The completed work might fail to have aesthetic beauty, but only the completed work manifests the aesthetic beauty the artist/author attempted to bring about. Nabokov wanted The Original of Laura destroyed because it coud not provide the aesthetic satisfaction he wanted his fiction to provoke above all else. (The "tingle" in the spine he himself most valued when reading works of literature.)

There are of course notable challenges to the purity of effect Nabokov demanded. Kafka wanted his incomplete work (including The Trial) similarly dispatched to oblivion, and most of us are surely glad that Max Brod, his executor, did not follow his instructions. Few would deny that even in their truncated or unpolished form Kafka's novels provide a distinctive aesthetic experience. Perhaps The Original of Laura would also redeem itself in its fragmentary state, although from Rosenbaum's description of it (through Dmitri Nabokov), it doesn't seem that it will. Still, Nabokov is such a beguiling writer it is certainly possible that this 30-page manuscript has a sufficiently realized appeal that it would be a loss to literature–or at least to Nabokov's body of work–if it were to be destroyed.

Nabokov would never have gotten himself into a situation like that Raymond Carver faced when deciding which version of his stories to make public, since it is inconceivable that he would have allowed an editor to interfere with his work in the way Gordon Lish apparently did in editing Carver. But the two cases are related in the way they foreground important questions: Who has the authority to decide when or whether a text should be officially sanctioned under a deceased author's name–the author, through his or her explicit instructions or tacit acquiescence, or his/her "executors," those in possession of the text in question? How do we assess unpublished works in the larger context of an author's known work? Most importantly: At what point does a text have sufficient aesthetic integrity that we are justified reading it as a text, and not just a draft still on its way to its artistic consummation?

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  1. Jacob Russell Avatar

    “At what point does a text have sufficient aesthetic integrity that we are justified reading it as a text, and not just a draft still on its way to its artistic consummation?”
    How do know if you we don’t have both versions to compare?
    As for the rights of the dead over their work… what do we say about Max Brod and Kafka? An absurd question… but I can’t help but wonder what Walter Benjamin would say. What is an “original?”

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  2. Steven Augustine Avatar

    “At what point does a text have sufficient aesthetic integrity that we are justified reading it as a text, and not just a draft still on its way to its artistic consummation?”
    This is precisely the way (or among the cardinal ways) we judge an Artist’s ability: the extent to which we agree with the Artist’s decision that the work is “finished”, or ready to be judged. There is “finished” and there is “finished,” of course, as writers often re-work published material. But the material doesn’t reach the state of “finishedness” on its own, after suddenly reaching a mystical, critical-mass value of ding-an-sichness (to be funny) or completeness.
    DeLillo could have decided to end “Underworld” two thirds of the way through and we’d never know the difference. “On Chesil Beach” could have been a 300-hundred-pager. The Artist decides when to stop and then the critics and readers, in turn, judge the decision.
    So, to answer the quoted question: when the Artist says so, in my opinion.
    Re: what to say about Kafka and Brod: I’d say Kafka knew Brod fairly well by the time he enstrusted him with his afterlife. How often, in the real world, do words mean only their face value?

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  3. King Wenclas Avatar

    The Ray Carver case illustrates everything wrong with today’s publishing system.
    Who better to judge the quality of a work than the creator himself?
    The ARTIST should himself be in charge.
    Interesting that, due to the exclusionary nature of their own times, and their own firm independence, such geniuses as William Blake and Vincent Van Gogh had total control over their own output. Their work did not suffer.

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  4. Steven Augustine Avatar

    “The ARTIST should himself be in charge.
    Interesting that, due to the exclusionary nature of their own times, and their own firm independence, such geniuses as William Blake and Vincent Van Gogh had total control over their own output. Their work did not suffer.”
    King, I’m not sure what you mean by being “in charge” (if you’re speaking only on the editorial level, I guess you’re saying there should be an Internet for writers to post on), but the second claim of your statement unravels the first, the operative word being “genius”.
    Blake and Van Gogh were exceptions on the magnitude of one out of how many hundreds of thousands (or millions, even)? In any case, Carver isn’t the best shield for your argument, since, without Lish’s intervention, we’d never have heard of him, and we certainly wouldn’t be arguing about him today. If anything, the “publishing” industry didn’t conspire to silence a genius, in Carver’s case, it conspired to manufacture one. As it does several times each year.
    We don’t need more “geniuses”… we need less: less geniuses, more productive artists, undeluded by hype, undistracted by popular opinion. I’m not a genius, and you’re not a genius, and it’s doubtful that any of the writers in your collective is a genius.
    Now doesn’t that feel better?

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  5. Lloyd Mintern Avatar

    The work of any genius is NEVER completed. Nor stylistic perfected and polished to such a high shine that that author couldn’t improve it. And Nabokov knew that; his talk of perfection was only a public image, a self-promotion like his rules for interviews, part of his tactics for attracting and seducing readers (who naively think that genius and perfection are related). Nabokov was a consummate joker; hasn’t anyone read his books? Every one of his own books could have been improved, even changed in substance, by his own hand–that he surely knew. Nabokov indulged in the fact of genius being always in pursuit of what it cannot complete; he was a penetrator of mysteries and the incompleteness of existence. He surely must have known that neither his wife nor his son would follow instructions to destroy his papers. There is no difference between this Laura manuscript and correspondence he might have rather not have the world see, or lecture notes. This whole “issue” smacks of a publicity stunt.

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  6. Rodney Welch Avatar

    Dan,
    Like the subject under discussion, you’re normally the strong opinion type, and the fact that you end your post on an ambiguous note underscores the divided feelings all readers of Nabokov share.
    Let’s face it: no one wants to see the thing burned, whatever the author’s dying wishes. It feels too much like burning the last surviving copy of the Constitution, or the first edition of Playboy, or an NEA grant.
    Here’s another thought: there’s always been a certain amount of pyromania by proxy to Nabokov, and in this regard he’s always seemed to me a bit like a would-be suicide yearning for someone to intervene.
    Take the famous story about the composition of “Lolita,” which he was about to put in the incinerator before Vera interceded. Obviously, if he really wanted to burn it, he would have; instead, what he really wanted was someone to stop him. He wanted a vote of confidence. He wanted his wife to tell him to keep working on it. Maybe the same is true here; if he wanted to torch it, why didn’t he do it himself? Instead, he once again left the job to Vera, who in typical fashion again kept it from the flames, passing on that duty to her son, who is no more capable of the task than she.
    I say leave the manuscript alone. It’s what he would have wanted.

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  7. John M Avatar

    “Maybe the same is true here; if he wanted to torch it, why didn’t he do it himself? ”
    Presumably because he was working on it. I don’t think this is a complicated issue. If you promise someone you will do something you are obligated, morally, to do it so long as it is within your power. Not to honour the promise is an insult to the person it is made to. If you cannot honour it, don’t make it. This goes for Brod too. He betrayed a friend who trusted him. There are special words for people like that.

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  8. King Wenclas Avatar

    One person we KNOW for sure isn’t a genius is Random House editor Gary Fisketjon, the person objecting most strenuously to the publication of the versions RAY CARVER HIMSELF preferred.
    Again, I’ll go with the author’s vision. Carver was extremely upset by what Lish did to his work– his art eviscerated; mangled– yet was too subservient to the all-powerful publishing system, too cowed by it, too eager for any kind of acceptance, to fight what occurred.
    Did this have an effect on him?
    It’s crushing being a writer and pinning your hopes to acceptance by the mainstream. Those who opt for this course accept the psychic burdens which go with it.
    Nice that Dan Green thinks Lish’s version better. Excuse me for saying this, but Who the fuck are you? Are you the Authority– over Ray Carver himself?
    There’s no way I would want your style of writer editing my work. (Nor would you want me editing yours!)
    Your academy-style is word-clot, as I see it. Oh yeah, let’s “foreground” this discussion a little more.
    No doubt a big house editor would do something about the verbiage, to make the statement more readable for the general public. He’d likely remove entire chunks of your thoughts.
    I’m against this.
    I argue, Not!
    No! Leave Dan Green’s prose alone!
    Awful or not, it’s a reflection of the mentality and the man– the words and viewpoint he wishes to present to the world.

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  9. Steven Augustine Avatar

    “Are you the Authority– over Ray Carver himself?”
    King, who’s a better musician: Pat Boone, or Stevie Wonder? Would you accept the notion that someone who answers that question with “Pat Boone” is welcome to his or her opinion, along with zero credibility in judging such matters? Or is it all merely subjective, rendering all of these discussions pointless? Or maybe we should let Pat Boone decide?
    Why not take your argument to its logical conclusion: who the “f” is anyone to claim that the work of Franz Kafka or Joan Didion is more valuable than the earnest, truth-telling diary entries of Buffy-Jane Schneidermann, 14, of La Jolla Junior High?
    What’s your argument against publishing everything ever written, by everyone? Do you have one at all?

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  10. Dan Green Avatar

    I’m hardly claiming “authority” by admitting I prefer the versions of Carver’s fiction that I first encountered in the early books–which were, after all, signed by Carver whether or not he was “cowed” by Lish. The unedited versions just aren’t as good. That is, of course, my opinion, but I don’t see why I shouldn’t be entitled to it.
    I don’t think you’ll find many posts on this blog extolling the virtues of editors. Just the opposite, in fact. But in Carver’s case, if he hadn’t acceded to Lish’s editing, his work might have been published anyway, but he wouldn’t have had nearly the influence he did have, and his work would now be mostly forgotten.

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  11. Jill Avatar

    “If you cannot honour it, don’t make it. This goes for Brod too. He betrayed a friend who trusted him.”
    Brod never promised to burn the papers. In fact, he told FK that he would NOT burn them. That FK still charged him with the task is taken by many as an indication that FK didn’t really want them burned.

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  12. Rodney Welch Avatar

    “Presumably because he was working on it.”
    Well, yes, but I suspect that at the point he was conscious enough to request that it be burned if he died might also be the point at which he should have done the job himself.
    “This goes for Brod too. He betrayed a friend who trusted him. There are special words for people like that.”
    What’s the word for dying people who lay cruel, onerous burdens on their loved ones? A few come to mind, and “meticulous artist” isn’t among them.

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  13. Daniel Avatar

    I wish I could get up the energy to care, but all this talk of dead authors’ manuscripts has me all down in the mouth: Ralph Ellison, Ray Carver, now Mister Butterfly himself.

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  14. Jacob Russell Avatar

    It would be an entirely different subject, if the choice was between, well… a choice, and no choice. But then, it is, isn’t it? If we burn: no choice. If we don’t–we have both, we have a choice–two versions. A just challenge to our judgement as readers.
    Carver was beginning to find his own voice, and the confidence to employ it. When he wrote The errand, he didn’t need Lish. But I doubt if he would have been able to find his way to that story without Lish.
    Carver needed someone as strong as Lish –to resist. It took him a while. And it seems hard to deny that he learned in that strange apprenticeship. He learned how to hold his own ground… but would he have found that, without Lish? Who can say.
    I’m grateful to have the stories he left, but when I first read The Errand, I thought… here was someone who might have been… a writer to remember.

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  15. Lloyd Mintern Avatar

    Dan, why have you joined these two unrelated questions about two completely different authors, Nabokov and Carver, together, as if they had something to do with one another? One is an editing question, the other a question of directions for posterity–they have nothing to do with one another at all. Not only that but readers who like Nabokov are likely to find Carver simplistic, and readers who like Carver likely to find Nabokov precious. THAT might be a topic, but to juxtapose two editorial situations as if they were in the same category? You can see the results in your Comments. Chaos!

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  16. Steven Augustine Avatar

    Chaos can be fruitful! I’ve enjoyed reading this thread.

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  17. Rodney Welch Avatar

    “Not only that but readers who like Nabokov are likely to find Carver simplistic, and readers who like Carver likely to find Nabokov precious.”
    I never found it hard to like both. I don’t know if Nabokov himself would like Carver — add that name to a very, very long list for whom the lepidopterist had no use — but both writers liked Chekhov, and Carver (or is that Lish?) was I think rather strongly influenced by him. If you like the good doctor there’s a good chance you may like Carver.
    There aren’t many better stories than “Cathedral.”

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  18. Dan Green Avatar

    “why have you joined these two unrelated questions about two completely different authors”
    They seem to be pretty obviously related just at an intial glance: In both cases, someone other than the author (Tess Gallagher, Dmitri Nabokov) are making decisions about what will be published under the author’s name. Other questions ensue: At what point does a “draft” become a completed text or at least of sufficient interest that it should be made available to readers, etc.

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  19. jonathan Avatar

    Put me down for both authors, and for discussing them chaotically together.

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  20. Fran Avatar

    I really don’t give a damn if yet another overrated male writer’s work will or won’t be published against his wishes. I think Lolita’s misogynistic stereotypical crap, and Nabokov’s yet another member of The Overrated Male Writers Club.
    However, as far as Kafka is concerned, I like some of his work, and I’m against what happened to it, even though I’ve enjoyed reading it (see http://franswhatever.blogspot.com/2006/02/kafka-again.html and http://franswhatever.blogspot.com/2006/01/weightier-writerly-worth-when-dead-max.html) for info about Kafka). Likewise, I’m against maggoting of writerly corpses in general, so Nabokov’s manuscript should remain unpublished, in my opinion, and not just because I have no interest in reading it. (Also, I think what ultimately happens with an artist’s work is the ARTIST’S final decision to make, and no one else’s.)
    Artists and their works should not automatically be worth more when the artists are dead, yet I think this is often the case. And this worth-more-when-dead system reinforces artist-poverty, reinforces a world where it’s acceptable that too many artists/writers are censored and excluded while alive, and are supposed to shut up, smile and be happy with this ridiculous unfair system on the off chance that their day will come–long after they’re dead! When they can then enjoy the fruits of their word-labors! …NOT.
    Literary corpses can’t enjoy literary successes.

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  21. Rodney Welch Avatar

    Has anyone seen Fran’s pacifier?

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  22. Fran Avatar

    Has anyone seen Rodney’s brain?
    Why not address what I said rather than fallaciously insult me, or would that be too much logic for you to handle? Too much logic for someone who implies burning the first edition of Playboy would be something “no one wants to see” and would be a terrible thing? Where’s the first edition? I’d gladly burn it along with all the rest.
    Same-old same-old here, largely a bunch of males talking about a bunch of males. Invoking a sexist men’s magazine gives away the seeming boy’s club here (as I think is the case with much of the supposed “literary” world), as if the whole reading audience is stereotypical heterosexual males.
    Misogynistic sexist ideologies are irrelevant to the future, in my opinion. For it to survive, humanity, human society needs to start over again from the ground-up–leaving all the dinosaurs with their dinosaur ideas and behaviors, who’ve really screwed things up and have driven much of the earth toward extinction, leaving those human dinosaurs where they belong: in the past.
    By the time all the dime-a-dozen crap works are published, there probably aren’t enough resources left for publishers to publish all the LIVING deserving writers, writers with fresher viewpoints who deserve to be a part of humanity’s future, who can maybe push humanity down better paths. Why the hell should anyone give a shit about reading one more manuscript from a dead dinosaur, which may take the place of a living writer’s manuscript getting published, which manuscript may be better than that dinosaur’s?

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  23. Steven Augustine Avatar

    “Same-old same-old here, largely a bunch of males talking about a bunch of males.”
    Fran, making sweeping generalizations about posters you know nothing about based on their apparent gender(s) doesn’t exactly identify you as the new, post-sexist breed of human. It’s just more quasi-literary locker room trash talk, isn’t it, and am I supposed to rate it more highly, or consider it a bracing session of truth-telling, merely because of the (implied) configuration of your genitals?
    Likewise, referring to a writer as a “dead dinosaur” is spectacularly churlish and ignorant of time’s process, since you seem to be unaware of the fact that you, and all of your hero(in)es, will soon enough be dinosaurs yourselves.
    In fact, given your (apparent) attitude, I’m guessing you’re one of those quaint “smash the patriarchy” dinosaurs from the 1970s, blissfully unaware of the comical ironies of using a macho posture with which to attack macho posturing.
    Meanwhile: care to support your argument with an excerpt of mindblowing gender-transcendent prose, untainted with influences from any of those filthy dead penis-having no-talent members of the canon?
    No rush, of course. Take your time…

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  24. Fran Avatar

    More personal attacks against me, more logical fallacies. That other (male) poster started it, not me, and now another (male) poster is continuing it.
    “Fran, making sweeping generalizations about posters you know nothing about”
    –Excuse me? So where is my supposed “sweeping generalization” incorrect with respect to this thread? Is it not mostly males talking about mostly males, as in male writers? There’s me and one other female-sounding name–Jill. Every other person seems to be a male, at least ten of them. I know several are based on having seen them and/or spoken to them here and elsewhere. Playboy has been mentioned, a sexist magazine that objectifies women, and mentioned as if the demise of an issue of it would be a terrible thing, but very few female writers have been mentioned. Females and their achievements are either barely in this thread and in my opinion, the few mentioned have been diminished anyway by the mention of a sexist girly magazine (this isn’t the only thread I’ve had a problem with here). In my opinion and experience, this is COMMON discourse in the blog world, in the academic world, in the practically anywhere world of humans. Of course many of the males participating in this aren’t likely to see it; they are the problem.
    Um, doubtful I’ll be a dinosaur. I meant dinosaur as a regressive person hanging onto ancient harmful ideologies that should have been extincted by now. In my opinion, Nabokov is definitely a dead dinosaur by my definition. “Churlish”? Don’t moralize at me, don’t patronize me. Who are you? My boss? My elder? I’ll be as outspoken as I want to be in whatever tone I want. I don’t have to listen to you.
    And people who’ve used the disgusting sexist misogynistic patriarchal phrase “menopausally shrill” are not people’s whose opinions I’d value, especially when they’re womenopausally moronic.
    “I’m guessing you’re one of those quaint “smash the patriarchy” dinosaurs from the 1970s”
    –Wow, what a surprise: a misogynist attacking feminists, and a feminist: me. And of course the ageist misogynist assumes I’m older than I am. Gotta keep up with those misogynistic patriarchal attacks on older women!
    Care to support your argument with anything other than logical fallacies? Where is your argument exactly? You didn’t address any of mine. You just addressed–attacked–me. Typical sexist misogynistic behavior from stereotypical kinds of males.
    Unless you someday evolve into a thinking nonsexist nonmisogynist animal, don’t talk to me.

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  25. Steven Augustine Avatar

    Fran, you forgot to leave us with an excerpted example of the noble new literature with which you plan to purify the planet (and literary history) of “stereotypical heterosexual males” (to invoke just one of your sweeping generalizations).
    You wouldn’t be all irrelevant-internet-animus (anima?) and no substance, now, would you? I’m shocked.

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  26. Dan Green Avatar

    “I’ll be as outspoken as I want to be in whatever tone I want.”
    Although perhaps not on this blog.

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  27. Fran Avatar

    “Fran, you forgot to leave us with an excerpted example of the noble new literature with which you plan to purify the planet (and literary history) of “stereotypical heterosexual males” (to invoke just one of your sweeping generalizations).”
    –Nice strawperson-building, nice fallacy-building. That sentence isn’t at all what I said and claimed, which is why I’m not addressing it in detail.
    That’s fine, Dan, it’s your place. And I didn’t necessarily mean my tone here, just my tone in general and elsewhere. No one but me will control that.

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  28. Richard Avatar

    The problem, Fran, is that you didn’t make much of an argument. Calling Nabokov “overrated” doesn’t do much for your credibility, unless you’re prepared to explain how and why you think he’s overrated. You might think that it’s not your job to do that in a comment thread, and you’d be right, except that you came on here effectively yelling at the rest of the thread-participants, wondering why anyone cares about this writer. Lots of people care, including some of the best woman feminist readers I know (I specify “woman feminist” because I don’t wish the word feminist to be associated only with women; I proudly consider myself a fairly radical feminist, for whatever it’s worth here, which is not much). Not that that by itself should persuade you, of course, but referring to Lolita as “misogynistic stereotypical crap”? You have to support such an assertion. Is it just the subject matter, period, that makes it so? Does it matter that Humbert is the villain of the piece? The novel doesn’t titillate, and Humbert doesn’t come off well, though he does try to seduce us. Anyway, to come on a thread like this, with that kind of attack in your second sentence, what do you expect? You don’t have to like Nabokov or Lolita (note, though, incidentally, that the thread is not about Lolita). Nothing I or anyone else here could say would be able to change your mind. How exactly do you expect making charges like that to positively impact this discussion?
    Your opinion that an artist should have final say is perfectly valid, but the way you expressed it was about as subtle as King Wenclas’ comments, and thus added nothing further to the discussion (and didn’t reveal any engagement with the rest of the thread, which had already addressed several of the points made in your own posts).
    Your opinions about the tendency for female writers to be marginalized in favor of male writers, particularly male writers of the past, and your subsequent opinions about the maleness of online threads and the blindness of men to certain problems (for instance, said marginalization of female writers): I have little quarrel with these, in general (in fact, I’m very sympathetic to them). But they are a little off topic, and you don’t write as if you’re interested in a discussion. It seems to me that you shouldn’t then act offended when people respond instead to your tone.

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  29. Steven Augustine Avatar

    “…your subsequent opinions about the maleness of online threads and the blindness of men to certain problems (for instance, said marginalization of female writers)…”
    Richard: please, with the “blindness” of males to “certain problems” riff. This is patronizing nonsense. Do we think that “maleness” is a hegemonic bloc? If so, is “femaleness” one, as well?
    This is all a bit like somebody walking into a book store and ranting that most of the customers milling around are male, or female, or black, or white, or whatever. Unless there’s a racist/sexist/ageist, and so on, door policy, the complaint is absurd, and reactionary, at that.
    It’s the misappropriation of a tone that belongs, properly, to a certain set of circumstances that can’t, here, possibly apply. Anyone with a machine can read these posts and comment; no voice can, in real terms, “dominate” another. How could this possibly be a more color-and-gender-and-class-blind, egalitarian form of discourse? The only access-disadvantage would be illiteracy.
    And the advent of free blogging means that no “marginalized” writer, with a genuine desire to connect with an audience, need ever go voiceless again (or until They clamp down on the Net).
    Fran, it’s easier to complain about some theoretically “Fresh Art” being “suppressed” than it is to actually create Fresh Art. My respect tends to cleave towards those who change things (or try) by “doing,” rather than pointing a finger and flailing about as an alibi for getting nothing done.
    And you don’t get a Free Pass on slinging around the word “misogynist”, either. It’s a serious charge, and a word with a specific definition. Prove it.

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  30. Richard Avatar

    Steven: my words may have been patronizing (for which I apologize), but they weren’t nonsense. I agree with your analogy about the person coming into a store and ranting, etc. I felt that Fran’s complaint about it being all men here on this thread was irrelevant. And this thread didn’t strike me as in any way exclusionary or aggressive. Yet I have encountered countless threads (mostly political, to be fair) which quickly degenerate into aggressive macho bullshit. Women are “free” to comment on such threads all they want, but they are hardly welcome or listened to (in my experience). My comment was an acknowledgment that such behavior exists and is fairly pervasive. But of course there’s no “hegemonic bloc” of maleness or femaleness. I’ll leave it at that, since this isn’t a political blog and I don’t want to use up any more of Dan’s space on this than I already have.
    I agree with the points you’re making to Fran at the end there.

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  31. Jeff VanderMeer Avatar

    I wouldn’t ever call Nabokov a feminist, but he was devoted to his characters, and in Lolita he accomplishes an act of deep characterization: to give us a portrait of Lolita that is in fact not what Humbert tries to impose upon the reader. It’s not the act of someone who deserves what you’re heaping on him, Fran.
    Mostly, though, when you enter a room in which a discussion is occurring and you announce your presence with a barbaric yawp and then proceed to throw feces against the wall, said feces spelling out your opinion, you can’t be surprised when people are taken aback. Especially since you’ve simultaneously started brawling with people who didn’t even realize they were in conflict with you. And several of whom would probably agree with most of what you’re saying if you weren’t spraying spit in their faces at the same time.

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  32. Chris Avatar

    Extincted?

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  33. Steven Augustine Avatar

    Richard: fair enough! There are rather a lot of nasty sites out there, but I tend to avoid them…

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  34. Lora Avatar

    Hi Fran,
    I am a regular reader of the Reading Experience. And while I often disagree with Dan’s opinions and those of his posters, I must say that I find the blog wonderfully refreshing and thoughtful, since the blog (for the most part) seems to keep its focus on issues of aesthetics, rather than politics. In a culture where the humanities have become so polluted by the social sciences, where it is actually considered shallow in academic circles to analyze art for its aesthetics rather than for its politics, I think this blog serves a crucial purpose.
    If you don’t admire Nabokov, perhaps it’s because you don’t agree with his fundamental conception of art, which is “art for art’s sake,” rather than for some greater (e.g. feminist or socially transformative) purpose. Nabokov saw art as basically a refuge from the harshness of the world. Indeed, he wrote Lolita – not to champion pedophilia as the bourgeoisie tends to mindlessly accept (!!), but to create a kind of manifesto for his conception of art: which is that we should approach art for “aesthetic bliss,” not to receive a moral lesson.
    Near the very end of Lolita, when Humbert Humbert comes to understand how much he has hurt Lolita, he says, “I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art.” I read these final lines as Nabokov’s explanation for his novel, that it is only in art that can we can be safe from the practicalities of the daily world.
    In an afterword to Lolita, written in 1956, Nabokov wrote the following:
    “I suppose there exist readers who find titilliating the display of moral words in those hopelessly banal and enormous novels which are typed out by the thumbs of tense mediocrities and called “powerful” and “stark” by the reviewing hack. There are gentle souls who would pronounce Lolita meaningless because it does not teach them anything. I am neither a reader nor a writer of didactic ficiton, and despite John Ray’s assertion, Lolita has no moral in tow. For me, a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm. There are not many such books. All the rest is either topical trash or what some call Literature of Ideas, which very often is topical trash coming in huge blocks of plaster that are carefully transmitted from age to age until somebody comes along with a hammer and takes a good crack at Balzak, at Gorki, at Mann.”
    – Lora

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  35. E. Guerra Avatar

    How about reproducing the manuscript as it is, in index cards, like the recent book that came out of W. Benjamin’s manuscripts and keepsakes (The Archive)? That way we still get to read the work while it clearly remains an unfinished work.

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