Showing posts with label Berlin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Berlin. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 August 2019

Vladimir Nabokov. Berlin March 1922.

                 
                  The book fell off his bed into a dream
                  of souls unnumbered, their new imperium
                  a ballroom silent, stored with harvest grain,
                  and libraries torched, fed by a hurricane

                  of clamant voices raised against his house
                  to pierce the membranous film of solace —
                  blind summoners of a windowless vehicle
                  that breaks the butterfly under its wheel.
                                             Catherine Eisner
Detail from cover design:
The Secret History of Vladimir Nabokov by Andrea Pitzer 
(published 2013 Pegasus Books)
A must-read for Nabokovian scholars and those in awe of this anti-Freudian iconoclast.
On the evening of 28 March 1922, in Berlin, Vladimir Nabokov records in his diary that, just before the moment the news reached him of the murder of his father by a monarchist assassin, he was reading a verse by Alexander Blok that condemns a city for its naked betrayal (Vsya obnazhilas' bez styda. ‘All naked without shame.’) Nabokov returned to Trinity College, Cambridge, for his final Easter Term four days after his poem, Easter, memorialising his father, was published in Berlin in his father’s Russian émigré newspaper, Rul.

For Nabokov’s anti-Freudian iconoclasm see Stage-Fright and Cage-Fighting:


Catherine Eisner believes passionately in plot-driven suspense fiction, a devotion to literary craft that draws on studies in psychoanalytical criminology and psychoactive pharmacology to explore the dark side of motivation, and ignite plot twists with unexpected outcomes. Within these disciplines Eisner’s fictions seek to explore variant literary forms derived from psychotherapy and criminology to trace the traumas of characters in extremis. Compulsive recurring sub-themes in her narratives examine sibling rivalry, rivalrous cousinhood, pathological imposture, financial chicanery, and the effects of non-familial male pheromones on pubescence, 
and Listen Close to Me (2011)

Monday, 4 August 2014

For those who would a war declare . . .


August 1 
1914 
                         For those who would a war declare

                             we flung our hats up in the air,
                         fall where they may, without a care, 
                        then fought like dogs for hats to wear. 
Declaration of war greeted by jubilant hats in Berlin, August 1 1914.

Three days later, on August 4th 1914, Great Britain declared war on Germany, a reciprocal decision that saw the start of World War One, claiming over 16 million lives and 20 million casualties.