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Nabokov and poetry as prose.

Has anyone encountered an author that can write as beautifully as Nabokov? I understand this is quite subjective, but there is a natural, simple ease in the beauty of Nabokov's writing. The internal melody of the lines, the linguistic devices, layers of complexity; it's Bach if he were an author. All of this and never venturing into 'purple prose', that Gothic writing seems littered with.

I'm just not sure we'll see another fiction author ever make words sing the way he did.

์‚ฐ๋ฌธ์œผ๋กœ์„œ์˜ ๋‚˜๋ณด์ฝ”ํ”„์™€ ์‹œ

๋‚˜๋น„๋งŒํผ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ต๊ฒŒ ๊ธ€์„ ์“ธ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์ž‘๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ์ฝ์–ด๋ณธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ์žˆ์Œ? ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ด๊ฒƒ์ด ๋งค์šฐ ์ฃผ๊ด€์ ์ธ ์˜์—ญ์ž„์„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ๊ธด ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ๋‚˜๋น„์ฝ”ํ”„ ๊ธ€์˜ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์›€์—๋Š” ์ž์—ฐ์Šค๋Ÿฌ์›€๊ณผ ๋ณดํŽธ์ ์ธ ํŽธ์•ˆํ•จ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐ. ๋ฌธ์žฅ ๋‚ด๋ฉด์— ์กด์žฌํ•˜๋Š” ๋ฉœ๋กœ๋””, ์–ธ์–ด์  ์žฅ์น˜, ๋ณตํ•ฉ์ ์ธ ๋ ˆ์ด์–ด(์ธต). ๋งŒ์•ฝ ๋ฐ”ํ๊ฐ€ ์ž‘๊ฐ€์˜€๋‹ค๋ฉด ๋‚˜๋ณด์ฝ”ํ”„ ์˜€์„ ๋“ฏ. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ธ€์€ ์ ˆ๋Œ€ ๊ณ ๋”• ๋ฌธ์ž๋งŒ ์–ด์ง€๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ํฉํŠธ๋ ค ๋œจ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ณด๋ผ์ƒ‰ ์‚ฐ๋ฌธ(๋ฏธ์‚ฌ์—ฌ๊ตฌ๋งŒ ๋ฒˆ์ง€๋ฅด๋ฅดํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์จ๋†“๊ณ  ์•„๋ฌด ์˜๋ฏธ๋„ ์—†๋Š” ๊ธ€์˜ ์ข…๋ฅ˜)์— ๋„˜์–ด๊ฐ€์ง€ ์•Š์Œ.

๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹จ์ง€ ๋‚˜๋ณด์ฝ”ํ”„๊ฐ€ ๋ฌธ์ž๋ฅผ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋ถ€๋ฅธ ๊ฒƒ๋งŒํผ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์†Œ์„ค๊ฐ€ ์ค‘์—์„œ ๊ทธ์— ๋ฒ”์ ‘ํ•œ ์ˆ˜์ค€์˜ ๊ธ€์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„์ง€ ์ž˜ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์Œโ€ฆ



๋‹ต๊ธ€:

โ€”Proust

โ€œํ”„๋ฃจ์ŠคํŠธโ€

โ€”James Joyce. Nabokov loved to trash other great writers, but he showed rare modesty and admitted Joyce was his master when it came to stylistic mastery, in various interviews. Joyce had a much greater range imo, and innovated in ways Nabokov just didnโ€™t. But still, what Nabokov achieved in Lolita and Pale Fire blows me away.

์ œ์ž„์Šค ์กฐ์ด์Šค. ๋‚˜๋น„๋Š” ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์œ„๋Œ€ํ•œ ์ž‘๊ฐ€๋“ค ๋ฒ„๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ์กฐ์ด์Šค์— ํ•œ์—์„œ๋Š” ๋“œ๋ฌผ๊ฒŒ ๊ฒธ์†ํ•จ์„ ๊ฐ–์ถ”์—ˆ๊ณ  ๋‹ค์–‘ํ•œ ์ธํ„ฐ๋ทฐ์—์„œ ์Šคํƒ€์ผ์— ์žˆ์–ด์„œ ๋งŒํผ์€ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์žฅ์ธ์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ์ธ์ •ํ•จ. ์กฐ์ด์Šค๋Š” ๋‚˜๋น„์— ๋น„ํ•ด์„œ ํ›จ์”ฌ ๋” ๋„“์€ ๋ฒ”์œ„๋ฅผ ๊ตฌ์‚ฌํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ๋‚˜๋น„๋Š” ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋˜ ๋ฐฉ์‹์œผ๋กœ ํ˜์‹ ์„ ๊พ€ํ–ˆ์Œ. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๋‚˜๋ณด์ฝ”ํ”„๊ฐ€ [๋กค๋ฆฌํƒ€]์™€ [์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ•œ ๋ถˆ๊ฝƒ]์œผ๋กœ ์ด๋ฃฌ ์„ฑ์ทจ๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๊นœ์ง ๋†€๋ผ๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“ฆ.

โ€”Virginia Woolf and Ray Bradbury in English, Antonio Tabucchi in Italian and Rosario Castellanos, Garcรญa Mรกrquez, Julio Cortรกzar and Jorge Luรญs Borges in Spanish.

์˜์–ด๋กœ๋Š” ๋ฒ„์ง€๋‹ˆ์•„ ์šธํ”„ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋ ˆ์ด ๋ธŒ๋ž˜๋“œ๋ฒ ๋ฆฌ, ์ดํƒˆ๋ฆฌ์•„์–ด๋กœ๋Š” ์•ˆํ† ๋‹ˆ์˜ค ํƒ€๋ถ€์น˜ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์ŠคํŽ˜์ธ์–ด๋กœ๋Š” ๋กœ์‚ฌ๋ฆฌ์˜ค ์นด์Šคํ…”๋ผ๋…ธ์Šค, ๊ฐ€๋ฅด์‹œ์•„ ๋งˆ๋ฅด์ผ€์Šค, ํ›Œ๋ฆฌ์˜ค ์ฝ”๋ฅดํƒ€์ž๋ฅด, ํ˜ธ๋ฅดํ—ค ๋ฃจ์ด์Šค ๋ณด๋ฅดํ—ค์Šค.

โ€”William Gass fits the deion pretty well. Melody, complexity, innovative metaphors - one can tell he loved Rilke (who btw. has written texts in prose as well). Funnily enough he was at Cornell when Nabokov was still there, but didn't take his classes because he hadn't discovered his works by then.

์›”๋ฆฌ์—„ ๊ฐœ์Šค๊ฐ€ ์ด ์„ค๋ช…์— ๋”ฑ ์•Œ๋งž๋„ค. ๋ฉœ๋กœ๋””, ๋ณตํ•ฉ์„ฑ, ํ˜์‹ ์ ์ธ ์€์œ ๋“ค, ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฆด์ผ€(๊ทธ๊ฑด ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ณ  ์ด ์ž‘๊ฐ€ ์—ญ์‹œ ์‚ฐ๋ฌธ ํ…์ŠคํŠธ๋ฅผ ์ž‘์„ฑํ•œ ์ ์ด ์žˆ์Œ)๋ฅผ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ–ˆ์Œ. ์žฌ๋ฏธ์žˆ๊ฒŒ๋„ ๋‚˜๋น„๊ฐ€ ์ฝ”๋„ฌ์—์„œ ๊ฐ•์˜ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์„๋•Œ ๊ทธ ์—ญ์‹œ ์ฝ”๋„ฌ๋Œ€์— ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ•จ(๋ฐ•์‚ฌ ํ•™์œ„๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ์ฝ”๋„ฌ๋Œ€์— ์ž…ํ•™). ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‹น์‹œ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋‚˜๋น„์˜ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ์„ ๋ชฐ๋ž๊ธฐ์— ๊ฐ•์˜๋ฅผ ๋”ฐ๋กœ ๋“ฃ์ง„ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค๊ณ โ€ฆ

โ€”John Updike!

์กด ์—…๋‹ค์ดํฌ!

โ€”nope - most beautiful writer ever

์—†์Œ. ์—ญ์‚ฌ์ƒ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์šด ์ž‘๊ฐ€

โ€”For me Thomas Pynchon, I really do love his prose. It is probably less elegant and more bloated than Nabokov's but it appeals to my tastes so much.

The audiobook of Lolita read by Jeremy Irons though is something that I return to over and over.. It is my literary ASMR by just how perfect it is.

์ €์–ด๋Š” ํ† ๋งˆ์Šค ํ•€์ฒœ์ž„. ๊ทธ์˜ ์‚ฐ๋ฌธ์„ ์ง„์ •์œผ๋กœ ์‚ฌ๋ž‘ํ•จ. ์•„๋งˆ(ํ•€์ฒœ์˜ ๊ธ€์ด) ๋‚˜๋น„์˜ ๊ฒƒ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋œ ์šฐ์•„ํ•˜๊ณ , ๋” ๋ถ€ํ‘ผ ๋А๋‚Œ์ด์ง€๋งŒ ๋‚ด ์ทจํ–ฅ์—๋Š” ์•„์ฃผ ์ž˜ ๋งž์Œ.

๊ทธ๋‚˜์ €๋‚˜ ์ œ๋ ˆ๋ฏธ ์•„์ด์–ธ์Šค๊ฐ€ ๋‚ญ๋…ํ•œ [๋กค๋ฆฌํƒ€] ์˜ค๋””์˜ค๋ถ์„ ๋ช‡๋ฒˆ์ด๋‚˜ ๋ฐ˜๋ณตํ•ด์„œ ๋“ค์—ˆ๋Š”์ง€ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์Œ. ์ด ์˜ค๋””์˜ค๋ถ์€ ์ง„์ •์œผ๋กœ ์™„๋ฒฝํ•œ ๋ฌธํ•™ asmr์ž„.

โ€”Am a lifelong fan of his. And I'd be tempted to parallel with Joyce. Both are highly synaesthetic.

๋‚˜๋น„์˜ ํ‰์ƒ ํŒฌ์ž„. ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์กฐ์ด์Šค ์˜†์— ๋‘๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€ ์œ ํ˜น์ด ๋“ ๋‹ค. ๋‘˜ ๋‹ค ๋งค์šฐ ๊ณต๊ฐ๊ฐ์ ์ž„.

โ€”Flaubert. He edited his manus to the point where they're almost illegible, but his prose is flawless.

ํ”Œ๋กœ๋ฒ ๋ฅด. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์›๊ณ ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ์˜ ์ฝ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์„ ์ •๋„๋กœ ํ‡ด๊ณ ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ์˜ ์‚ฐ๋ฌธ์€ ํ ์žก์„๋•Œ๊ฐ€ ์—†.

โ€”I highly recommend poets who write novels like Anne Carson and Michael Ondaatje.

์•ค ์นด์Šจ, ๋งˆ์ดํด ์˜จ๋‹ค์น˜๊ฐ™์€ ์†Œ์„ค ์“ฐ๋Š” ์‹œ์ธ๋“ค์„ ๋งค์šฐ ์ถ”์ฒœํ•จ.

โ€”I want to say Cormac McCarthyโ€™s Suttree.

๋‚˜๋Š” ์ฝ”๋งฅ ๋งค์นด์‹œ์˜ [์„œํŠธ๋ฆฌ] ์ถ”์ฒœ.

โ€”Nabokov is definitely in a class of his own, but authors who come close for me are Virginia Woolf and Machado de Assis.

Woolfโ€™s fiction can be hard to get into, but I find To the Lighthouse to be one of the most verbally and structurally beautiful, as well as the most approachable of her fiction. Once youโ€™ve got Lighthouse down, the rest gets easier.

For Machado, I highly recommend The Posthumous Memoirs of Bras Cubas, specifically the Penguin translation. The translator paid a lot of attention to the book as object, which was an interest of the authorโ€™s and an important aspect of the workโ€” the blank spaces, where the page turns, etc. Posthumous Memoirs has a lot in common with many of Nabokovโ€™s works, including an unreliable narrator and the importance of the book as object (Iโ€™m thinking of Pale Fire here).

I think itโ€™s also interesting to read the books that Nabokov himself revered. Thereโ€™s a reason he loved them and borrowed ideas from them. Don Quixote is so great, and itโ€™s especially interesting to read after Nabokov, and to see all the things he copied from Cervantes.

๋ถ„๋ช… ๋‚˜๋น„๋Š” ์˜ค๋กœ์ง€ ๋‚˜๋น„๋งŒ์ด ๋„๋‹ฌํ•  ์ˆ˜๋ฐ–์— ์—†๋Š” ์ˆ˜์ค€์— ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋ด„. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ์— ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด ๊ฐ„ ์ž‘๊ฐ€๋“ค์€ ๋ฒ„์ง€๋‹ˆ์•„ ์šธํ”„์™€ ๋งˆ์ƒค๋‘ ์ง€ ์•„์‹œ์Šค๋ผ๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ•จ.

์šธํ”„์˜ ์†Œ์„ค๋“ค์€ ๋ฌผ๋ก  ์–ด๋ ค์šธ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ๋‚˜๋Š” [๋“ฑ๋Œ€๋กœ]๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์†Œ์„ค ์ค‘์—์„œ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ์–ธ์–ด์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋˜ ๊ตฌ์กฐ์ ์œผ๋กœ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์šธ ๋ฟ๋งŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์–ด๋–ค ์šธํ”„์˜ ์†Œ์„ค๋“ค๋ณด๋‹ค ์ ‘๊ทผํ•˜๊ธฐ ์‰ฌ์šธ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ•จ. ์ผ๋‹จ [๋“ฑ๋Œ€๋กœ]๋ฅผ ์ฝ์œผ๋ฉด ๋‚˜๋จธ์ง€๋Š” ์‰ฌ์šธ ๋“ฏ.

๋งˆ์ƒค๋„๋กœ ๋„˜์–ด๊ฐ€์ž๋ฉด ๋‚˜๋Š” ํŽญ๊ท„ ์ถœํŒ์‚ฌ์—์„œ ๋ฒˆ์—ญํ•œ [๋ธŒ๋ผ์Šค ์ฟ ๋ฐ”์Šค์˜ ์‚ฌํ›„ ํšŒ๊ณ ๋ก]** ์„ ์ถ”์ฒœํ•จ์š”. ๋ฒˆ์—ญ๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ์ด ์ฑ…์„ ๋ฒˆ์—ญํ•˜๋Š”๋ฐ ์ฑ…์˜ ๋ชฉ์ ์—ย ์‹ ๊ฒฝ์จ์„œ, ์ฆ‰ ์ €์ž๊ฐ€ ์˜๋„ํ–ˆ๋˜ ์š”์†Œ(ํŽ˜์ด์ง€๋ฅผ ๋„˜๊ธฐ๋ฉด ๋ณด์—ฌ์ง€๋Š” ๋นˆ ๊ณต๊ฐ„๋“ค ๋“ฑ๋“ฑ)๋ฅผ ์ž˜ ์‚ด๋ ค ๋ฒˆ์—ญํ–ˆ์Œ. [๋ธŒ๋ผ์Šค ์ฟ ๋ฐ”์Šค]๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ณด์ฝ”ํ”„์˜ ๋งŽ์€ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ๊ณผ ๋งŽ์€ ๊ณตํ†ต์ ์„ ์ง€๋‹ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ ๋Œ€ํ‘œ์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋ฏฟ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ํ™”์ž์™€ ๋Œ€์ƒ์œผ๋กœ์„œ ์ฑ…์„ ์ฑ… ๊ทธ ์ž์ฒด๋กœ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋Š” ์‹œ์„ (์—ฌ๊ธฐ์„œ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ฐฝ๋ถˆ์„ ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ฆผ)์ด ์žˆ์Œ.

๋‚˜๋ณด์ฝ”ํ”„ ์ž์‹ ์ด ์ถ”์•™ํ–ˆ๋˜ ์ฑ…๋“ค์„ ์ฝ์–ด๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์žฌ๋ฏธ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ผ ๋“ฏ. ์ด ์ฑ…๋“ค์„ ์ฝ์–ด๋ณด๋ฉด ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ์™œ ๊ทธ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ์„œ ์•„์ด๋””์–ด๋ฅผ ๋นŒ๋ ธ๋Š”์ง€ ์•Œ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์Œ. [๋ˆํ‚คํ˜ธํ…Œ]๋Š” ์ •๋ง ๋Œ€๋‹จํ•จ, ํŠนํžˆ ๋‚˜๋ณด์ฝ”ํ”„๊ฐ€ ์„ธ๋ฅด๋ฐ˜ํ…Œ์Šค์—๊ฒŒ์„œ ๋ฒ ๋‚€ ๋ชจ๋“  ์š”์†Œ๋“ค์„ ๋ณด๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์€ ์ฐธ์œผ๋กœ ํฅ๋ฏธ๋กœ์›€.

**[๋ธŒ๋ผ์Šค ์ฟ ๋ฐ”์Šค์˜ ์‚ฌํ›„ ํšŒ๊ณ ๋ก]์€ ํ˜„์žฌ ์ฐฝ๋น„์—์„œ ์ถœํŒํ–ˆ๋‹ค.