Literary Mysteries: Vladimir Nabokov’s Pale Fire

Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov (Lolita, Ada, or Ardor) is not what one would call a traditional mystery story. You won’t find it among the likes of Sherlock Holmes, Miss Marple, Father Brown, or Phillip Marlowe in the mystery section of your local bookstore. Instead it’s shelved in the classics section with Ulysses, The Adventures of Augie March, Mrs. Dalloway, and other noted literary titles (Pale Fire came in at #53 on the list of the Modern Library 100 Best Novels). And, yet, I can’t think of a greater mystery.

Pale Fire presents a puzzle and then begins unraveling the plot through a set of carefully planted clues, like bread crumbs for an inquisitive robin, and like any good riddle, it serves up these morsels as red herrings that take the reader far off course. But Pale Fire is not so much a whodunit (though those elements certainly exist) but a who-wrote-it? Of course, literally, Nabokov penned it but, let me clarify:

In the novel, John Shade composes a 999 line poem in four cantos called Pale Fire. It’s a brilliant tour-de-force about his life, wife Sybil, the tragic death of his daughter Hazel Shade, the supernatural, the quest for knowledge, and the hopes that gods are “playing a game of worlds” to offset what appears to be a chaotic randomness of life. The famed and picturesque opening lines begin:

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain

By the false azure in the windowpane;

I was the smudge of ashen fluff—and I

Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.

 

More Vladimir Nabokov:

The Eye

Despair

Laughter in the Dark

Spectacularly lovely, but before Shade can publish the work, he is assassinated by a man named Gradus. Charles Kinbote—Shade’s overbearing, pesky neighbor—believes Gradus meant to kill him, not Shade, and he makes it his mission not only to publish the poem, but to also provide an invasive commentary that’s three times longer than the poem itself and contradicts much of what Shade wrote. Kinbote’s comments correspond with the numbered lines of the cantos, encouraging the reader to jump back and forth between what the poet wrote and what Kinbote believes it means.

Kinbote insists that Shade based the poem on stories that Kinbote told about his life, a kingdom called Zembla, and its deposed ruler King Charles II. The more we read, the more we understand Kinbote is severely unhinged and is in fact the king. If it sounds like I am giving away the story here with too many spoilers—not so. Literary scholars’ opinions have been highly variable, some even changing their positions about who Nabokov wants us to believe wrote the cantos and also the commentary. Perhaps Kinbote is a product of Shade’s imagination, or vice versa. A recent opinion even advocated that it’s the ghost of Shade’s deceased daughter Hazel who provides the book’s voice: “But then it is also true that Hazel Shade resembled me in certain respects.” Kinbote writes.

Part of the enjoyment—in an analogy a mystery buff can relate to—is that it’s like finding Jack the Ripper’s identity. You can feel you’re get close to the murderer, but the ultimate revelation is always slightly out of reach. For the record, Nabokov himself presented one answer, going so far to say that Kinbote eventually commits suicide. However, according to Wikipedia, critic Michael Wood claimed, “This is authorial trespassing, and we don't have to pay attention to it.”

There may be a tendency to skip over index pages—those dry, alphabetized references that it seems only a teacher could love—but, trust me, you won’t want to limit your investigations by doing so with this magnum opus. In these concluding epiphanies, Kinbote discloses more of his twisted logic, and the index becomes an essential guide to unraveling/compounding the book’s well-designed challenges. The bibliophile can scan Pale Fire straight through from beginning to end for an enjoyable read, and then still go back to follow along with Kinbote’s meticulously footnoted yet unreliable trail. With an open mind, one can find different solutions with each rewarding pass. For mystery sleuths, this may, on the surface, constitute dull reading with none of the customary femme fatales or bodies piling up, but after little conditioning, you may find that Pale Fire is one of the most gratifying mysteries you will ever read, and reread.


Edward A. Grainger aka David Cranmer is the editor/publisher of the BEAT to a PULP webzine and books and the recent noir Western collection, Further Adventures of Cash Laramie and Gideon Miles.

Comments

  1. akaRon Scheer

    Another must-read I can see.

  2. David Cranmer

    Ron, That TBR list, thankfully, never ends.

  3. Prashant C. Trikannad

    David, PALE FIRE sounds like a very intriguing novel more so because it lacks the ingredients of a regular murder mystery, as you mention. Would you term Nabokov’s works as bordering on the dark? I get that impression in spite of not having read any of his books.

  4. David Cranmer

    Prashant, Dark never crossed my mind. Death is a continuing topic in novels like Pale Fire, The Eye, Despair, and Transparent Things but more at an attempt of understanding. He’s very introspective of his Russian past and his own journey through life. And very poetic in his prose. I don’t see it as dark though.

  5. Brian Greene

    Another ace post, David. Your collected takes on these Nabokov titles are really well done.

  6. David Cranmer

    Thanks, Brian. I believe I have a couple more to get out of my system. 🙂

  7. K. A. Laity

    It intimidates so many people but it’s really quite extraordinary and engaging. You’ve really articulated well why that is.

  8. David Cranmer

    Thanks, K.A. Glad to see another admirer of this extraordinary novel.

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