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Pale Fire - September 2024 Book Club Reading

Falselogic

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Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov, written in 1962, is considered an early example of 'metafiction.' The novel is presented as a 999-line poem, written by John Shade, the poem is accompanied by a forward, commentary, and index written by Charles Kinbote. Both the poet and the commentator are fictional. The story is of novel is constructed by the reader from the text and subtext of the poem and the commentary. With John and Charles being the protagonists who know and interact with each other outside the text.
 

Violentvixen

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Picked this up but am a bit behind on books for other book clubs I'm in so probably not starting it until mid-month.
 

Lokii

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Excited to be starting this one.

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Lokii

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Iambic pentameter with a straightforward AABB rhyme scheme and no formal length to the stanzas is a pretty basic mode for a poem so venerated as this one is in the forward--surely a clue--but I there's some beautiful lines here for sure.

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Falselogic

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If I may ask, how are you reading this @Lokii ? I started going back and forth between the poem and the footnotes but quickly realized the two are only very, very tangentially related and seem to diverge further as I go on. I am tempted to just read the footnotes first and then the poem.

Curious how others are approaching the text.

I am still building out my post on why I nominated this one. I promise it will get posted before the end of the month. I am aiming for sooner!
 

lincolnic

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There's one hold ahead of me at the library, and I'm currently in the middle of another dense book, so I'm expecting to start this maybe by the end of next week.
 

Lokii

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Finished the poem. I'm no expert at evaluating poetry, but this one doesn't seem very good. There's bright spots for sure, but the many forced rhymes, sing-song cadence, "just-thinkin-out-loud" voice, and the generally low and self-obsessed subject matter don't coalesce as the important epic heralded by the forward. Which of course is the point. Eager to see what story develops from all this in the commentary. Suspect that Kinbote might be the real author. Or maybe not. But the real question is did he murder Shade? The poem is only really effective because the irony in Shade penning that tomorrow will be another mundane day the evening before his death, which in turn adds potency to his grand declaration that the only true afterlife is found in poetry. Did Kinbote kill him to make the poem better?
 

Lokii

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Jesus christ this guy.

I was not aware, given the book's reputation, that its actually a comedy.
 

Falselogic

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I finished the poem last night. It does have its moments. The parts in Canto 2 about worrying about your daughter, and some of the lines in Canto 3 and 4 also stood out. It really does fall apart near the end.

I appreciated these lines from the end of Canto 2:

"Out of of his lakeside shack A watchman, Father Time, all gray and bent, Emerged with his uneasy dog and went Along the reedy bank. He came too late."

and these from Canto 3:

"And I'll turn from eternity unless the melancholy and the tenderness of mortal life; the passion and the pain; the claret taillight of that dwindling plane off Hesperus; your gesture of dismay on running out of cigarettes; the way you smile at dogs; the trailer of silver slime snails leave on flagstones; this good ink, this rhyme, this index card, this rubber band which always forms, when dropped, an ampersand, are found in Heaven by newlydead stored in its strongholds through the years."

I had tried to read the book and the commentary concurrently with each other. But the commentary started very disconnected from the lines and only seemed to become more and more remote from the poem itself. The poem serving merely as a jumping off point for Kinbote to tell his own, confused, story.
 

Violentvixen

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Started this last night but I was a bit tired and it's clearly going to need a bit more brainpower from me and won't be a book that I go through on short weeknight spurts. This is fine and I'm intrigued.
 

Violentvixen

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It's breaking my brain to imagine what it was like to read this when it came out. We now have a lot of books in this sort of meta commentary style (House of Leaves being the most drastic example I can come up with at the moment) and people in 2024 are primed with the idea of Wikipedia and jumping around links and topics. Unreliable narrators did come up occasionally in literature before the 1960s but even that is something that we see much more often today.

I spent a bit more time digging into the history of the book and it was going to be used in early Hypertext demos to make reading the notes and poem in parallel easier. There's a number of small blogs and such talking about it but I the chart of relations in this post was neat. This is just a fascinating book based on its structure alone and its place in history.

In terms of actual plot, the change from pretentious asshole to delusional insanity is hard to pinpoint but obviously we end up there by the end. I'm reading some other articles arguing that Zembla doesn't actually exist and it's invention is another part of his insanity. That seems a little far for me personally but I get it and it's an interesting idea.

The book was not at all what I was expecting and I'm really surprised I'd never heard of it before I saw it on this book club list. It was a difficult but rewarding read and one I'll be thinking about for a while.

Also, if anyone is struggling with the poem and debating not finishing, skip past the poem. Don't let that prevent you from getting to the actual meat of the book.
 

Lokii

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Having finished the thing that surprised me the most was how funny this book was. I was expecting a big narrative puzzle with lots of reveals and reassessments, which it is, but I wasn't prepared for how overstuffed and self-defeating the narrative voice would be. A real crackerjack time with lots of laugh out loud moments. Especially impressive for something that's pretty much a long suicide note.
 

lincolnic

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I'm having a real tough time with this one. The poem was fine, but I'm ~30 pages into the commentary and I'm finding the narrator exhausting. Like, if I ran into this guy at a party, I would be trying very hard to escape any conversation with him.

I'll stick with it for now, but I'll admit I'm not feeling super motivated to finish the book.
 

lincolnic

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Couldn't do it, gang. I made it roughly halfway through the book but every page of the commentary felt like a slog. Taking a DNF and spending the rest of my book time elsewhere this week.
 

Violentvixen

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Couldn't do it, gang. I made it roughly halfway through the book but every page of the commentary felt like a slog. Taking a DNF and spending the rest of my book time elsewhere this week.
Nah, it's fair, he is exhausting and frustrating and it takes time to get to the darker story underneath. I would absolutely read a synopsis of where the commentary ends up though and what it reveals.

Having finished the thing that surprised me the most was how funny this book was. I was expecting a big narrative puzzle with lots of reveals and reassessments, which it is, but I wasn't prepared for how overstuffed and self-defeating the narrative voice would be. A real crackerjack time with lots of laugh out loud moments. Especially impressive for something that's pretty much a long suicide note.
Also this! Seeing how completely insane he gets and some of the utter nonsense is wild.
 

lincolnic

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I would absolutely read a synopsis of where the commentary ends up though and what it reveals.
Yeah, I probably will. I didn't really feel like the story had gotten much of anywhere when I put the book down. I think if I'd read this in my early 20s, I would've been 100% enthusiastically into this book. I was crazy about unreliable narrators and this kind of style. Funny how things have changed.
 

Falselogic

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I finished the commentary last night. I don't know what to think about Kinbote. I think Nabokov likes it way. If Kinbote is mad it is certainly a detailed and vivid madness. But, if we do not believe that Kinbote is who he says he is do we even believe that Shade exists? Or died? The only confirmation we have of such is from Kinbote. There is no external source in the book. No publisher's note or editor's disavowing.

I said I would explain why I picked this book in the OP and never got around to it, let me rectify that now. I picked up this book when I was looking for more ergodic literature, though at the time I was looking I didn't know it had a name. As VV mentioned House of Leaves is another example, probably the most popular. I was curious what the first work of such fiction might be and Pale Fire is likely it. There are earlier examples in French poetry that might count but this the earliest English fiction, I believe. It is the earliest I could find. I do enjoy this sort of work. I especially enjoy it in video games, Obra Dinn be probably the best of such works that comes to mind. But any game wherein you piece the story overall together from found notes or logs owes something to ergodic lit, and probably Nabokov. If you are looking for more examples, the wiki article above mentions some and if you put the term into the search bar on youtube you'll get a bunch.

While I found the poetry underwhelming. There are quite a few lovely passages/images to be found in the commentary. Here are a few that stood out to me:

From the commentary on Line 493: Down you go, but all the while you feel suspended and buoyed as you somersault in slow motion like a somnolent tumbler pigeon, and sprawl supine on the eiderdown of the air, or lazily turn to embrace your pillow, enjoying every last instant of soft, deep, death-padded life, with the earth's green seesaw now above, now below, and the voluptuous crucifixion, as you stretch yourself in the growing rush, the nearing swish, and then your loved body's obliteration in the Lap of the Lord. If I were a poet I would certainly make an ode to the sweet urge to close one's eyes and surrender utterly unto the perfect safety of wooed death. Ecstatically one forefeels the vastness of the Divine Embrace enfolding one's liberated spirit, the warm bath of physical dissolution, the universal unknown engulfing the minuscule unknown that had been the only real part of one's temporary personality.

From the commentary on Line 681: ...and lustful country girls were known to creep up along the drungen (bramble-choked footpaths) to the very foot of the bulwark when the two silhouetted against the now flushed sky sang beautiful sentimental military duets at eventide upon the rampart. Niagarin had a soulful tenor voice, and Andronnikov a hearty baritone, and both wore elegant jackboots of soft black leather, and the sky turned away showing is ethereal vertebrae.

Especially impressive for something that's pretty much a long suicide note.
Despite my highlight from the text above. I don't see where this came from. I read the end as a disavow of any such action on K's part. Unless you believe he is mad and the claim of some other spy coming from him is a masked claim?
 

Falselogic

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Are you saying you picked the book because it’s a Souls?
No. Those the Souls book certainly do fit this. I was thinking more broadly. I'm saying that almost every game today owes something to Pale Fire and other works of ergodic literature. And, I wasn't even thinking of Souls. I was thinking more of System Shock(s) the Bioshocks, and every semi-modern RPG where background and context are provided by the player exploring and reading through books, journals, etc.
 

Violentvixen

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Marathon and the terminals were an early example of this too (for shooters).

Despite my highlight from the text above. I don't see where this came from. I read the end as a disavow of any such action on K's part. Unless you believe he is mad and the claim of some other spy coming from him is a masked claim?
I can't find a link right now but if I remember correctly Nabokov said in an interview he commits suicide after he writes the foreword in an interview. It seemed a lot of people already had that theory too and he confirmed it. Other than that he fixates on Hazel's suicide a lot and while I couldn't find the exact passage I was thinking of as I already returned my book there's this one:

With this divine mist of utter dependence permeating one’s being, no wonder one is tempted, no wonder one weighs on one’s palm with a dreamy smile the compact firearm in its case of suede leather hardly bigger than a castlegate key or a boy’s seamed purse, no wonder one peers over the parapet into an inviting abyss.
 

Lokii

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No. Those the Souls book certainly do fit this. I was thinking more broadly. I'm saying that almost every game today owes something to Pale Fire and other works of ergodic literature. And, I wasn't even thinking of Souls. I was thinking more of System Shock(s) the Bioshocks, and every semi-modern RPG where background and context are provided by the player exploring and reading through books, journals, etc.

For sure, I understand. I was goin for a little joke because obviously book isn't a soulslike. No dragons for one thing.

Unless you believe he is mad and the claim of some other spy coming from him is a masked claim?

Yeah that's one part of it, but I see several other pieces of evidence that point to the conclusion. I mean he lovingly strokes a gun at one point while considering suicide.

The reading that I'm most partial to is that Kimbote is delusional and has entirely invented Zembla as a trauma response to his queer identity and the damage he's done to his marriage (perhaps necessitating his flight to New Wye). This interpretation proposes that he's actually Professor V. Botkin mentioned in the index. "Kin bote" is a reversal of the symbols "bot kin;" it's a near homonym of bodkin, an archaic term for a dagger, he also claims that Kinbote means king killer in Zemblanese. He's invented a personality that's a self-destroyer, at least on one level.

The reading in a nutshell: Botkin unconsciously invents the Kinbote personality as a way to deal with inner turmoil, meets Shade, sees an opportunity for this revered poet to legitimize his delusion through the act of writing a great poem, and harasses him by regaling the story of King Charles' romantic adventures all summer. Then a convict seeking revenge on the judge who sentenced him goes to the judge's home, who Kinbote happens to be renting. The convict mistakes elderly Shade for the judge and shoots him. Kinbote steals the manuscript in the confusion believing it to be the great Zembla poem. He discovers instead it's the intensely personal (and not very good) poem 'Pale Fire.' He's filled not only with feelings of disappointment and betrayal but also guilt and responsibility for Shade's death.

He escapes with the poem to a cabin he's previously booked and while he can't quite force himself to rewrite or alter the poem (at least completely, the poem does mention Zembla in one line which gives credence Kinbote did tamper with it a little, perhaps) he does conceive of commenting on it and manages to weasel his way into having publishing rights. He uses the commentary to finally and definitively tell his King Charles story, but on a deeper subconscious level he's also dealing with his trauma, guilt, and self-delusion. For example, he invents this whole character of Gradus to explain Shade's death and tie Shade and (imagined) Kinbote's lives together.

I believe on some level he does understand this is all a farce and has some recognition to the truth, no matter how much he tries to deny it. All the Kinbote/Charles/Zembla stuff is self-defense and self-delusion but I don't think he's pathologic in a way where he actually believes he's an exiled king. I see a part in his evasiveness that knows what he's done: stolen his friend's last work, and worse stolen it's artistic merit in order to aggrandize a fantasy.

He gets his whole stupid story down on paper, sends out his commentary to be published, achieves his goal and vindicated his delusion, and what's left? He knows and tells us when he says that despite Gradus failure to assassinate the king, there will always be another hitman after him and the next will be competent. He can say this with confidence because he knows exactly who that hitman is and why they will not fail.

So what we're left with is this odd document: a sorta okay but not spectacular poem followed by a bizarre adventure story masked as commentary. What does it amount to? Because ultimately what we have here is the story of a weird guy who didn't achieve anything other than making an odd document about how he's a weird guy who made an odd document.

I think an answer lies in the central irony of the book. The concept of 'Pale Fire' comes from (as Kinbote notes and yet fails to recognize) Timon of Athens where Shakespere uses the image of the moon reflecting the sun's light to invoke an idea of borrowed merit. Kinbote very clearly and shamelessly does this by forcing the poem to be about himself and steal its legitimacy as an art piece. But at the same time the book "Pale Fire" is far better, more interesting, better written (despite Kinbote's absurdities), and deeper in theme and expression than the poem 'Pale Fire' alone. Which is the sun and which is the moon? What part is elevated by what? There's a question and contradiction at the heart of everything about where inspiration or merit comes from; where value is engendered. I think that gives the book a lot of legitimacy itself and moves it past 'weird document of a wasted life.'
 

Violentvixen

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Thank you @Lokii that was a great read! Reading the literary criticism of this book has been absolutely fascinating. Everyone interprets the layers and meaning of this book differently and have since the 1960s and I'm loving all the discussions.

I'm still just stupefied that I'd never heard of it before this club. It seems so important and interesting.

Yeah, I probably will. I didn't really feel like the story had gotten much of anywhere when I put the book down. I think if I'd read this in my early 20s, I would've been 100% enthusiastically into this book. I was crazy about unreliable narrators and this kind of style. Funny how things have changed.
I missed this until now, and yeah, I think this would hit really well with a lot of college-level creative writing courses. I could see students getting into really cool debates about it.
 

Falselogic

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Turns out trying to dip into the commentary on this book is more like falling into a torrent.
 
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