From Nabokov's "Inspiration"
Here he selects a couple American stories that he adores and picks a particular passage filled with sine qua non inspiration:
Examples are the stained-glass windows of knowledge. From a small number of A-plus stories I have chosen half-a-dozen particular favorites of mine. T list their titles below and parenthesize briefly the passage-- or one of the passages-- in which genuine afflation appears to be present, no matter how trivial the inspired detail may look to a dull criticule.I have a copy of Gold's The Man Who Was Not With It lying around unread. I first picked it up after seeing a very mythic photo of Felt's Lawrence in the early 80s reading it. The book seems to have had multiple great covers, all with the title in huge, imposing type.John Cheever's "The Country Husband" ("Jupiter [a black retriever] crashed through the tomato vines with the remains of a felt hat in his mouth." The story is really a miniature novel beautifully traced, so that the impression of there being a little too many things happening in it is completely redeemed by the satisfying coherence of its thematic interlacings.)
John Updike's "The Happiest I've Been" ("The important thing, rather than the subject, was the conversation itself, the quick agreements, the slow nods, the weave of different memories; it was like one of these Panama baskets shaped underwater around a worthless stone." I like so many of Updike's stories that it was difficult to choose one for demonstration and even more difficult to settle upon its most inspired bit.)
J. D. Salinger's "A Perfect Day for Bananafish" ("Stopping only to sink a foot in a soggy, collapsed castle . . ." This is a great story, too famous and fragile to be measured here by a casual conchometrist.)
Herbert Gold's "Death in Miami Beach" ("Finally we die, opposable thumbs and all." Or to do even better justice to this admirable piece; "Barbados turtles as large as children . . . crucified like thieves . . . the tough leather of their skin does not disguise their present helplessness and pain.")
John Barth's "Lost in the Funhouse" ("What is the story's point? Ambrose is ill. He perspires in the dark passages; candied apples-on-a-stick, delicious-looking, disappointing to eat. Funhouses need men's and ladies' rooms at interval." I had some trouble in pinning down what I needed amidst the lovely swift speckled imagery.)
Delmore Schwartz's "In Dreams Begin Responsibilities" (". . . and the fatal merciless passionate ocean." Although there are several other divine vibrations in this story that so miraculously blends an old cinema film with a personal past, the quoted phrase wins its citation for power and impeccable rhythm.)
Still, the choices seem almost archaic today, or all reminiscent of a time in American short fiction that only has devolved remnants remaining.
Funny, the Gold is the only thing on this list I don’t have on my bookshelf. Yet I don’t recall particularly noticing either the Cheever story or the Updike story if I’ve ever read them. Which I certainly will now.
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