60. Véra : Mrs Vladimir Nabokov by Stacy Schiff
published: 1999
format: 437-page Modern Library Paperback from 2000
acquired: June 2020
read: Nov 14 – Dec 9
time reading: 28:57, 4.0 mpp
rating: 4 ½
locations: St. Petersburg, Berlin, the French Riveira, Paris, Boston, Ithica New York, some American road trips, the Swiss Alps, to name a few.
about the author: born in Adams, MA, 1961

This is a beautiful book, but I find it a little tricky to review because it's difficult to get the nuance right. The Russian Jew, Vera (née Slonim) Nabokov was something of a contradiction - an extremely proud, intelligent, well-read, mutlilingual scholar of a sort, who proudly made herself humbled to her husband's work, as invisible as possible, except when this was impossible. She took care of every aspect of the Nabokov private and professional life, including typing up and editing and critiquing all his manuscripts, teaching his classes when he was sick, negotiating all their business activities with publishers, all the communication with colleagues, publishers, friends and family, even his family. She was everywhere in his life, and tried to make herself nowhere, even destroying all the letters she wrote him. She exists through his literature in variety of ways - physically, emotionally, intellectually, inspirationally, and has essentially nothing to say about any of it, other than to deny it, as did her husband. She is and is not Zina in [The Gift], or [Ada] in that novel, or the missing V in [The Real Life of Sebastian Knight]. Much of what made Nabokov's work beautiful can be linked to her in some way, at least imaginatively.

A biography of Vera must, maybe of course, become a biography of her husband, because he was her life, her ferocious purpose. And, to find her, who never had close friends she could or would open up to, you have look at what he wrote. So much of their intentionally obscured life is in that literature, pretty much all of it publicly denied.

I have had a mixed relationship with Stacy Schiff. Her slow, 500-page, biography of Benjamin Franklin in Paris ([The Great Improvisation]) is quietly something of a masterpiece, opening up a very a tricky and oddly effective American ambassador at the most fragile point of American existence. Her book on Cleopatra was average, and I found her book on the Salem witch trials unreadable. But here, with so much source material - books, letters, interviews throughout the decades, and the option to interview, herself, many of the key people, she is in her element, picking out a hidden character, one somewhat mythical in the literary world. Vera, as a book, is slow and immersive, long but beautifully done. The 56 pages of notes hide my true pace, which was typically about 5 minutes a page, flipping back and forth between main text and notes, which I found added to the biography greatly.

It's hard to recommend 30 hours of reading to anyone, but this one rewards the curious. If you don't want to read Nabokov, but do want to read about him, this might be your book.

2021
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This unobtrusive, worn out, paperback with extra thin yellowing pages (all 456 of them) caught my attention at a used-books store by its simple title: "Vera". Even before I saw the tiny subtitle "Mrs. Vladimir Nabokov", I intuitively knew it had to be Nabokov's wife Vera, her biography. I've always wondered about the woman behind the words "To Vera" - a dedication in almost all Nabokov's books.

And this book gave a wealth of information! A most extensive, detailed, and full of substance biography I have ever read - especially a biography of someone who tried so hard to stay in the shadow of her illustrious husband, but nevertheless being so utterly indispensable in his life and creativity. After reading this book, it's clear to me why Nabokov dedicated most of his work to her (and also why Stacy Schiff won a Pulitzer Prize for this book!)

Vera Nabokov was indeed a rare lady. Strong-minded, determined woman with a mission ("no hand wringing"), with total devotion to her husband and his work. Fluent in several languages - though very modest about it. The author points out that Vera's "litmus test of good taste was recognition of her husband's genius" (!). She actually "raised Being Mrs. Nabokov to a science and an art and then pretended that such a person did not exist". No wonder she never had any confidantes - her husband got that covered, she practically didn't need anybody else! Also, understandable why there are prototypes of Vera in some of Nabokov's books: he couldn't have done it without her, i.e. his work wouldn't have reached the reader without her unrelenting efforts. I am sure of it. She was unquestionably his muse. But, according to this book, she was definitely not an "angel": she was "fiercely wed to her opinions" and "seemed to enjoy disconcerting people" (!).

The Nabokovs as a couple were so inseparable in everything that the book practically covered both of them, not just Vera. It seemed as if "Vera appeared to have some trouble discerning where she ended and her husband began". An interesting point that the author makes is that their son Dmitri "knew how uncommon was the rapport his parents had enjoyed, what an elusive rarity is the "twin soul" ", and as a consequence, though he had a number of relationships, he never married - presumably unable to find anything even close to such a unique connection.

I have read but a few of Nabokov's books so far, but am now eager to read the rest - to discover more of Vera in some of them, as she was sure to be a prototype, according to the biography. Also, I would caution any reader not to base their opinion of Nabokov on "Lolita" alone (although this book propelled him into fame) - it wouldn't be fair to him at all.

What I liked about Stacy Schiff's writing is her total objectivity - so important in writing a biography. Interestingly, I came out with less awe for Nabokov after reading this book, but with more respect - if that's a possible wording.

And another final credit to the author: the book's cover was devised very cleverly - "Vera" in big bold letters and the subtitle "Mrs. Vladimir Nabokov" in tiny ones under it - as if to reverse Vera's image about herself, to get her out from behind the shadow of her famous husband, at least posthumously... ( )

immersive and dense, and by the end a bit of a slog, but altogether fascinating story of a woman and a marriage like no other. Stacy Schiff makes their cloistered and inwardly focused life accessible, to the degree it can be made so. Vera was a tough customer and she gave her life to her husband and his genius, using her own to protect him, support him and make what he did possible in many respects. It's a great biography of a great woman, a great lady as they used to say, and it's a treat for Nabokov fans and acolytes. ( )

I'll confess right away that this was not a smooth read for me. Both the subject and the level of detail made it difficult to get excited while reading it. Schiff also remains curiously neutral about Vera Nabokov's choice (if it was a choice) to subsume herself within her husband's 'genius' -- the full expression of which she both made possible and also made an effort to remain separate from, or at least, to make it almost impossible for anyone outside their circle of two to know the difference. It is really the story of a perfect union, that rare case of two souls entwined, and better with than without, and I suppose that is the fascination. Here are some of the highlights: Schiff examines throughout the way the Nabokovs used one another, from the beginning of their relationship to the end (and beyond) as camouflage, to disguise, to baffle, to avoid, to redirect and ultimately to protect their own privacy. Masks played a part in their courtship and appear to be a theme throughout, much of it conscious and deliberately used on their parts, among friends, in public, in correspondence (making it hard often to know who really thought or said what). Just as Nabokov was fascinated by the ways butterflies, those most gorgeous and fragile of insects, use deception to protect themselves, the Nabokovs seemed also to delight in obfuscation: almost as a game, but an earnest one. But also, and more difficult for me to comprehend, I'll admit freely, was Vera's joy (truly) in doing everything she could to free Vladimir to write, to live in his creative alternate universe, while she toiled away, shoveling snow and doing tax returns. Was it something rare and unique, this marriage? Let me just say that Vera was very conservative about everything from sexual preferences to politics (she would have belonged to the NRA) and also, like many refugees from Communism (a stance I don't quarrel with out of respect for the fact that certain personal experiences become the framework on which we construct our political beliefs) and in her devotion to Vladimir, both the person and the writer, she was very much a woman of her era, not of mine. Perhaps some of Schiff's distance and even bemusement arises from a reluctance to confront head this hard question of the conflict between pursuing personal development and devoting yourself to another, or others. Vera would have been a remarkable professor of literature in her own right, and possibly a good writer too, although I suspect mainly as a scholar, not in creative work. Have we lost something? Or was her devotion to VN what made his oeuvre possible? Certainly Vladimir was comfortable taking what she would give and she was equally comfortable giving all she had to him. That is how it was. A very solid biography and I know, when I read more Nabokov, which I intend to do, I'll be glad I read this. (I've read Pnin which I adored, Lolita which I respect, and years ago Ada which I did not understand, I don't think, in my twenties, and need to reread. . . .) ( )

for devoted Nabokov fans; dense & layered

6.00 ( )