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Friday, April 24, 2020

Standstill Life and Literature

All the town’s gripped in an icy fist.
Trees and walls and snow are set in glass.
I pick my timid way across the crystal.
Unsteadily the painted sledges pass.
Flocks of crows above St Peter’s, wheeling.
The dome amongst the poplars, green and pale in
subdued and dusty winter sunlight, and
echoes of ancient battles that come stealing
out across the proud, victorious land.
All of a sudden, overhead, the poplars
rattle, like glasses ringing in a toast,
as if a thousand guests were raising tumblers
to celebrate the marriage of their host.

“But in the exiled poet’s hideaway
the muse and terror fight their endless fight
throughout the night.
So dark a night will never see the day.”


In the interview quoted above, Nabokov also said: “I am ready to accept any regime – Socialistic, Royalistic, Janitorial, – provided mind and body are free.”

[The Nabokov interview is collected in Think, Write, Speak: Uncollected Essays, Reviews, Interviews, and Letters to the Editor (ed. Brian Boyd and Anastasia Tolstoy, Knopf, 2019).]

“I’m at home now. Before Easter I spent two weeks in Ostroumov’s clinic coughing blood. The doctor diagnosed apical lesions in my lungs. I feel splendid.”

I haven’t visited a library since March 17, and I was getting itchy. I have a roomful of books but needed a transfusion, so I ordered old reliables -- the three Library of America volumes of Isaac Bashevis Singer’s stories and the new Chekhov collection, Fifty-Two Stories, translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky. 

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The passage at the top is from a letter Chekhov wrote to the novelist Alexander Ertel on this date, April 17, in 1897. That same year he wrote “The Petcheneg” and “In the Cart” (both included in the Pevear/Volokhonsky collection), among other stories. Chekhov continues:

“There’s no news. Literature is at a standstill. A lot of tea and cheap wine is being consumed in editorial offices without much pleasure, for no other reason, apparently, than there’s nothing better to do. Tolstoy’s writing on art.”

Tolstoy had visited Chekhov at the clinic on March 28. Chekhov rejected two of the themes of Tolstoy’s soon-to-be-published What Is Art? Here they are, as paraphrased by Simon Karlinsky: 1.) “[T]he idea that in order to be good, moral and ‘infectious,’ a work of art has to be instantly comprehensible to an illiterate peasant or to a child.” 2.) “[T]he concomitant notion that all the arts and especially painting and music were going through a period of utter decline throughout the Western world at the end of the nineteenth century.” Chekhov writes to Ertel:


“His idea is not new; it’s been reiterated in various forms by clever old men in every century. Old men have always been inclined to think the end of the world is at hand and to assert that morals have fallen to the ne plus ultra, that art has grown shallow and threadbare, that people have grown weak, and so on and so forth.