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I had a professor, in fact he had no professor s title, but we always addressed him that way So, I had a professor who taught me maths No, actually he was trying to teach me, he was doing his best to familiarize me with secrets of the queen of science Alas I truly felt pity for him since I was stupendously immune to that knowledge I was standing at the blackboard attempting to solve some mysterious to me equation and professor, waving his hand, would sigh thenget out of my sight, pleaseEven today this recollection brings smile to my face He was extraordinary teacher, demanding when it needed and lenient when he knew that his efforts after all would go down the drain Fortunately for me he was not a type of crusader and knew which battles were lost before even started.He used to accompany us to many school outing and I had opportunity to know him also fromprivate side I remember, it was shortly after the shooting of John Lennon and we wanted somehow commemorate him, and professor then submitted the plan to plant the trees So we went to the forest district and planted them Lennon s oaks Or our wintry foray to the mountains and New Year s Eve spent in the snowbound tiny church where brethren offered to us hot tea It tasted exquisitely in that cold night He was charming man with great sense of humour But there was about him, when I come to think about it now, some air of sadness and melancholia I see him entering the class and throwing a register on his desk to stand at the window without a word for several minutes, sometimes even whole lesson He came across as someone absent minded and nonchalant And a bit careless about his clothes in contrast to our other teacher who was very pedantic and used to wear his socks always under the colour of his shirts oh dear, these pink socks Oh, happy days.I m not sure where this rambling and digressive writing is leading me since I was going to write about Pnin andPninBut entering pninian universe triggered this stupid device called memory and I bogged down in own recollections But I ve got to say for myself that Pnin himself saidyou also will recollect the past with interest when old . I recently read Doctor Zhivago which Nabokov hated You could say these two books are the antithesis of each other Zhivago strives to depict a poetic vision of real life on a huge canvas and find meaning therein Pnin is self pleasuring art for art s sake on a tiny canvas Nabokov isn t remotely interested in real life or deep meaning or huge canvases He passes over the Russian Revolution in a couple of sentences whereas a description of a room that will only feature once in the entire novel is likely to receive an entire long paragraph Wisdom doesn t interest him much either except as a reliable source of caustic mockery Psychotherapy is one of his targets in Pnin Just as he mocks a lot of the devices favoured by novelists There are two instances in this novel of Nabokov cleverly creating a great deal of sympathy for Pnin and in both he takes away our sympathy as soon as he s got it These involve Pnin catching the wrong train to an important lecture he s due to give he makes it there on time regardless and of Pnin receiving a cherished bowl from his son which he believes he has destroyed when he lets slip a pair of nutcrackers into the soapy washing up water turns out to be a worthless glass he s broken Pnin is constantly being misled by subjective interpretations of objective reality but it doesn t really matter, it doesn t do him any real harm There s a sense Nabokov thinks of everything as a storm in a teacup, even the Russian revolution and Hitler s war, from both of which Pnin emerges unscathed as if they re of littleimportance than a thunderstorm If you re God there s a lot of truth in this point of view and Nabokov can come across as believing himself to be a deity of sorts I ve just read some of the negative reviews of this and the word boring crops up a lot And depending on the page you re on Pnin is either brilliant or, as these people say, can be a bit boring That is to say it s boring if you re not a great fan of elaborate description of furniture, landscape or physiognomy There is a lot of wordsmithery spent on ephemera In fact I don t think I ve ever read a novel that so swiftly and frequently transited me from joy to boredom There s one of the best comic scenes in literature involving the hapless Russian professor, a squirrel and a water fountain It s comic genius but on anything but a superficial level it s also meaningless, like one of those cute animal YouTube videos That one scene maybe sums up this novel better than any review could the slightly hollow interior behind the brilliant surface All in all Pnin is a pale understudy to Pale Fire in which he finds a dazzling form to poke fun at his targets here, exile into a foreign culture and academia. [Read Epub] ♃ Pnin ♀ One Of The Best Loved Of Nabokov S Novels, Pnin Features His Funniest And Most Heart Rending Character Professor Timofey Pnin Is A Haplessly Disoriented Russian Migr Precariously Employed On An American College Campus In The S Pnin Struggles To Maintain His Dignity Through A Series Of Comic And Sad Misunderstandings, All The While Falling Victim Both To Subtle Academic Conspiracies And To The Manipulations Of A Deliberately Unreliable NarratorInitially An Almost Grotesquely Comic Figure, Pnin Gradually Grows In Stature By Contrast With Those Who Laugh At Him Whether Taking The Wrong Train To Deliver A Lecture In A Language He Has Not Mastered Or Throwing A Faculty Party During Which He Learns He Is Losing His Job, The Gently Preposterous Hero Of This Enchanting Novel Evokes The Reader S Deepest Protective InstinctSerialized In The New Yorker And Published In Book Form In , Pnin Brought Nabokov Both His First National Book Award Nomination And Hitherto Unprecedented Popularity Whilst a certain novel featuring a middle aged man infatuating over his seduction of a 12 year old girl was causing a storm in the literary world, along came the gentle breeze that was Pnin Another remarkable character in a career littered with remarkable characters After arriving in America in 1940, with wife V ra, and son Dmitri, as virtually broke refugees from Nazi occupied France, Nabokov was able to find employment as a university teacher of Russian and comparative literature, first at in Massachusetts, then Cornell University in upstate New York This clearly influenced Pnin From an early stage in the development of the character of Pnin, Nabokov planned to write a series of stories about about the comical misadventures of an expatriate Russian professor on his way to deliver a lecture to a women s club in a small American town, which could be published independently in the New Yorker, which later was strung together to make a seriously good book This proved to be a shrewd professional strategy It also partly explains the unusual form of Pnin and how best to describe it A short novel a collection of short stories of set pieces anyway, Nabokov poignantly sets about tracing Timofey Pnin s quest, which is ultimately frustrated, to find a home, or to make himself at home in the alien small town of Waindell.Taking the small world pastoral campus setting, and removing the hustle and bustle of modern urban life, Pnin contains the fictional elements of different subgenres, but ultimately, this is quintessentially true Nabokovian territory, which goes about having a family resemblance to his other works without being exactly like any of them For those who know their Nabokov well, it is full of allusions to and foreshadowings of those other works, especially Pale Fire my personal favourite where Pnin reappears, happily ensconced in a tenured professorship at Wordsmith College Nabokov does not aim simply at a perfect match between his language and his imagined world There are always strong reminders in his work where reality is larger, denser, and full of everyday occurrences encompassing his vision Moments when the discourse suddenly seems to take off on its own and break through the formal limits of the story into the world outside the story, where the author and reader coexist.Pnin himself is lots of fun to read about, even if he struggles to understand American humor, making this one of Nabokov s most joyous reads, he is particularly sensitive to noise and always hopes that the next house he moves to will be free of this nuisance He is charming in his rambling ways and lectures, but cannot deliver a prepared speech without burying his head in the text and reading in a soporific monotone He is obsessively careful, but still manages to get himself into awful jams It s a character just so easy to fall in with Lolita will always be the novel for which Nabokov will be best known, it went on to sell millions worldwide, and completely eclipsed Pnin in the public consciousness, but reading this again for the third time, just goes to set in stone Nabokov s very high standards, and a status of being one of the top novelists of the 20th century. I would call this 1957 Nabokov novel a tragicomedy, leaningto the comedy Timofey Pnin is a likeable Russian emigre, a nice man, maybe too nice for his own good Pnin is an assistant professor at fictional Wainsdell College, probably modeled after Cornell University where Nabokov taught Even though Pnin has become an American citizen, he still struggles with the English language He has difficultly being understood by his students and his colleagues He makes his way through life in an honest and but prideful manner, but things never turn out quite the way Timofey would like them too I imagine most of the academics and professors who read this novel see a little of themselves in Timofey Pnin, or at least in someone they know.Wonderful character, excellent writing 4 stars The evening lessons were always the most difficult Drained of ambulating the willing grey cells throughout the carnage of day classes, the young readers, almost resignedly, filled the quiet room at the end of the corridor A subdued t te t te, almost at once, broke into a charlatan laughter and the very next moment, died in their bosoms as Professor Pnin entered the classroom Straightening the meagre crop on his head and adjusting and re adjusting his tortoise shell glasses, he cleared his throat.Pnin Good Evening.Class Good Evening, Professor.PnincheerilyI am glad to see the attendance has brimmed to full todayPauseAlright then Would all of you open your notes now We shall take each one of your observations on Turgenev s prose and discuss threadbare their meaning and implications on the Russian Literature fabricSilence Pnin Ladies and Gentlemen, please open your notesSilence Pninin a mildly concerned toneWhat is the matter I can see your notes sitting pretty on your tables and yet you do not touch them May I please be privy to your thoughts Josephine Professor, we do have notes but they do not concern Turgenev s prose.Pnin What do they concern then Josephine You.Pnin Me Charles Indeed Professor.Pnin But why Charles Because that s what is the homework we got to analyse your publication on Turgenev s prose, Fathers and Sons A Literary Bond.Pnin No, no I wanted you to read Fathers and Sons by Turgenev for analysis Eileen Professor, you have given us the name of the wrong book then Or perhaps we misunderstood your intentions Again.Pnin What But how is thisand his voice took a u turn and trudged inside his mouth and jagged right into his head EileenexcitedlyBut we have made some fascinating observations about you, Professor You may like to hear them With the opportunity to assess the literary quotient of his class vanished like the hair on his head, he settled for the less worthy evaluation of their intelligence quotient.PninreluctantlyVery well then You may show me the mirror, Miss Eileen.Eileen Actually, you began with the mission of dissecting Pushkin s oeuvre but never got the book since you yourself had blocked it from issuing it to anyone else I mean Professor Pnin had Pushkin allotted to himself in the system which he never got and could neither reallot it to Professor Pnin since it was always out of library Pnin Yeees It was an obscene revenge of the computer against my disdain for it.Eileensupressing laughterAnd it happened often But the university still kept you since it was fashionable to have atleast one distinguished fr on the staff. Pnin Fr Josephine Leave that, Professor See, what I have found Even your prodigal son, Victor, who delved in scholastic art from a tender age of four, could not decorate your limping English Your reference to a noisy neighborhood as sonic disturbance , house warming party as house heating party , could pass, at best, as puerileIf your Russian was music, your English was murder Pnin Why should I be a custodian of English when I know that Russian is a far superior language Charles Perhaps because the former iswidely spoken Pnin Ah, yescheekilyMy wife was good at it.Charlescompeting cheekilyA little too good, may I add, Professor She affirmed her proficiency by alluding an American Psychoanalyst in its lucid fold.Pnin Mr Charles, you may refrain from making personal remarks.Charles Its YOUR publication we are taking about, Professor Pnin I know, I know Miss Josephine, do you have anyvalue additions Josephine You went to great length to spread the sumptuous roots of Russian Literature why, you took to Cremona on a wrong train But your passionate erudition got you patient listeners and appreciative academicians Pnin Thank you, Miss Josephine.Josephine You were also a strong and loving father to Victor as both of you, in abundance, were each other s reflection non confirmists, impulsive, passionate and unrecognized scholars.Pnin Yes, I tried to be Victor s shadow He liked me, I think Because I understood him His artistic ebullience needed channelling into the right skies and I attempted to hold him aloft when he started stepping up Eileen But you lost your link with Russian Literature, its prospective followers and your dear ones owing to your diminutive circle, subservient approach, vanilla judgement and ill placed magnanimity.PninpensivelyYes, I have But I haven t lost my link with life Yes, I have abandoned many parts of me rather many parts of me have abandoned me like an ugly aberrant But I believe there was some purpose in all of it The purpose got clearer as the power of my spectacles increased ironic as it may sound Life is still like a long, beautiful Pushkin s poem which I can read, once again, from the beginning and find new meaning in it And if I ever struggle, I will have you good Samaritans to adjust my antennae Classin unisonYes Professor.Pnin Alright then I thank you for spending precious time out and understanding my life. CharlescurtlyIt was a homework, Professor.Pnin Ah yes My apologies Well, I will see you in three days then Good night.Class Goodnight Professor. 485 Pnin, Vladimir NabokovPnin is Vladimir Nabokov s 13th novel and his fourth written in English it was published in 1957 Pnin features his funniest and most heart rending character Professor Timofey Pnin is a haplessly disoriented Russian migr precariously employed on an American college campus in the 1950s Pnin struggles to maintain his dignity through a series of comic and sad misunderstandings, all the while falling victim both to subtle academic conspiracies and to the manipulations of a deliberately unreliable narrator 2005 1382 271 9649346430 20 1383 276 9644310470 1393 302 Coming from the master word smith, a critic and the dictator of the reading choices of legions of readers comes a book backed by a blurb which compares Nobokov to a standard stand up comedian with a professional capacity of making the audience laugh hysterically Sad to say, the humour in the books failed to appeal me and was eclipsed by the unfortunate tribulations that influenced the demure and naive professor Timofey Pnin s reputation amongst his associates and the staff of the University The book starts with Pnin, an emigre immigrant Russian professor struggling with English, sitting in the wrong train while he is already late for his lecture and loses his luggage He is constantly made fun of and is often undermined by his superiors and colleagues The humour revolves around such events affecting Pnin Although frivolous by nature, Nabokov s character and the events bring out sympathy out of me as a reader which overlaps the humour quotient in the book.It might preliminarily seem like Nabokov furtively describing his experiences through the character of Pnin but makes brief appearances himself directly addressing the reader and reflecting on tender topics along life and death in beauteous prose maintained constantly throughout the book I do not know if it ever has been noted before that one of the main characteristics of life is discreteness Unless a film of flesh envelops us, we die Man exists so far as he is separated from his surroundings The cranium is a space traveller s helmet Stay inside or you perish Death is divestment, death is communion It may be wonderful to mix with the landscape,but to do so is the end of tender ego. As a Russian literature enthusiast it is heartening to see the names of Turgenev, Pushkin, Gogol, Chekhov, Tolstoy, Lermontov flashing through now and then and I regret not reading Anna Karenina before reading this to completely comprehend Professor Pnin s unbounded admiration for the book reasoned by his concept described as relativity of literature in Anna Karenina Nabokov makes subtle references to other such great works and takes pot shots at Dostoevsky whom he criticized There is an episode in which Pnin s step son Victor talks about booksLast summer I read Crime and and a young yawn distended his staunchly smiling mouth. The author vents his judgements and his reflections on books via the character of Pnin It seems Pnin is Nabokov himself but he himself makes an appearance as an acquaintance of Pnin in the book Nabokov relies heavily on his prose style and is dependant on his verbal contortions where his characters live in a world revolving around objects with an harmonical wholeness which only Nabokov could have conjured with his masterful prose His gleaming literary insights as shown in his pedagogical approach confounded my bleak understanding of the study of literature as a subject but that seems to be deliberate from the writer s side It takes time to acclimatize to his writing pattern and the plot might seem stale but his playfulness shines through as he smoothly transitions through multiple digressions and ends in a cyclic fashion which is impressive in itself. If one wanted to undertake a neat little study of Nabokov s fictional prowess, they should read Lolita and Pnin back to back They were written concurrently, in little middle American roadside motels the ones that are chronicled so abundantly in Lolita during Nabokov and V ra s summer long butterfly hunting tours Pnin was Nabokov s antidote and respite from Humbert s grotesqueries, the opposite pole of character, and we should marvel at the achievement that while he was creating the most erudite predator in the history of literature, he was at the same time moulding this Pnin from his most gentle clay, birthing his most sympathetic creature The punning savagery of Lolita could not be farther away from Pnin s sadly sweet sentimentality, and Pnin the book is the most touching Nabokov work I ve encountered Nabokov clearly loved this man, and while it is inevitable from page one that Humbert is a doomed, delirious soul, Pnin, whose doom seems always a hair s width away, is almost kept from calamity by the reader s sympathies for him alone I challenge you to give this book a go and not get misty eyed at Pnin giving water to a chirping squirrel Pnin s ever present squirrels squirrel, from the Greek meaning shadow tail the shade behind Pnin s heart which Shade reminds one of that other novel where Pnin appears Pnin ineptly attempting to extricate his automobile from a gravelly road Pnin recollecting his beloved Misha under a sky stained red by sunset as he strolls among adumbral New England pines Pnin dreaming his ghost father s taking of a rook in a phantom chess match Pnin breaking into hot tears at the cinematic depiction of a sun struck Russian arbor Pnin s defenestration of an unwanted soccer ball from a bedroom window Pnin attempting to attain sleep through a backache as the wind ripples a puddle in the street, making of a telephone wire s reflection the jagged angles of an ECG monitor Pnin mustering quiet dignity and meticulously washing the dishes Anyone acquainted with Nabokov s biographical particularities can easily identify parallels between Pnin s history and the author s but for Nabokov the private world was an impenetrable fortress, and any similarities that feed Pnin s past should only be taken for what they are inverse parallels, plays of imagination, refractions of a shared history that could be the story of many Russian expatriates who fled Fascism farther and farther west Russia Abroad in the twentieth century is among the most fascinating literary diaspora, an inexhaustible well of insight into the limits of historical endurance Pnin is a tenderly executed work by the man who continues to prove that he was the colossus of these wanderers those who kept untouchable Russia alive and intact, at least in memory and imagination, wherever they might have been scattered. The Revenge of Timofey PninThe traffic light was red Timofey Pavlovich Pnin sat patiently at the steering wheel of his blue sedan directly behind a giant truck loaded with barrels of Budweiser, the inferior version of the Budvar he d enjoyed in his Prague student days On the passenger seat of the sedan, his paws resting on the open window, sat Gamlet, the stray dog Pnin had been feeding for the past few months, slowly encouraging the timid animal s trust Gamlet had been unsure about the trip, reluctant to enter the car after Pnin had loaded the last boxes and suitcases and finally locked the door of the house he d lived in for such a brief period The dog ran around the yard in circles hesitating between going and staying until finally, much to Pnin s relief, he jumped on board.But now Gamlet was looking back in the direction they had come with increasing anxiety.Pnin glanced in the wing mirror On the sidewalk, a man with a large and angry dog was hurrying towards them The dog was straining at the leash, barking aggressively Gamlet becameanxious and yapped madly in retaliation Pnin recognised the dog immediately It was Kykapeky s dog, Kykapeky, the strutting director of the English Department, whose speciality was not Shakespeare or Milton or Wordsworth, but rather the impersonation of his unfortunate colleagues Pnin knew himself to be the most unfortunate of the entire list He had walked in on such impersonations many times, heard the sudden silence, seen people attempt to assume serious expressions He d felt the tension of modest guilt in the air, but noticed that some, like Kakadu from the French Department, didn t even try to hide their sneers.But the man holding the dog was not Kykapeky No, not Kykapeky, and not Kakadu either It was Kukushka Pnin had hoped to be well clear of Waindell University before his old rival arrived to take over the Russian Department, a department that Pnin had built by himself from nearly nothing Pnin didn t suppose the man had changed much He would be the same old Kukushka, taking, always taking, leaving nothing but discards And now Kukushka would take Gamlet too The dog would surely jump out of the car window When he did, Pnin would not stop to retrieve him No, he would leave Gamlet on the sidewalk, leave him to Kukushka just as he d surrendered many beloved things to that man in the past.At that very moment the lights changed and the dog hesitated and Pnin accelerated as soon as the truck moved off and he was away, striking west as so many times before But this time, he was heading towards real freedom As the blue sedan picked up speed, the dog stopped barking and lay down on the passenger seat and Pnin allowed himself to relax He had escaped Kukushka finally and forever, leaving him to rot, alongside Kykapeky and Kakadu and the rest of the ptitsa, in the brackish backwaters of the miserable university town of Waindellville Index of Russian words used in the review Gamlet Hamlet, the prince of hesitation.Kykapeky the sound a cockerel makes in Russian The Head of the English Department in Waindell was called Jack Cockerell.Kakadu cockatoo Kaka sounds like caca which means shit in French making the word particularly fitting for Blorenge, the Head of the French Department, who could barely speak French and thought Chateaubriand was a famous chef.Kukushka cuckoo, the robber bird, used here to stand in for the new Head of the Russian Department who had ousted Pnin ptitsa fowl as in barnyard fowlNone of these names appear in Nabokov s novel I ve simply imagined what the very observant Pnin might have called his unpleasant colleagues, and his beloved dog, in the safety of his own mind.Edit October 6thPnin was my first Nabokov I m now reading Pale Fire and I m glad to see Pnin turning up on page 221 wearing a Hawaiian shirt So he did go west And there s an index of foreign words at the end of Pale Fire, and lots of references to birdsEdit October 9thI m now reading The Real Life of Sebastian Knight and on page 62, there s a reference to a possible book title, Cock Robin Hits Back , which along with the ornithological parallel echoes The Revenge of Timofey Pnin a littleEdit November 25thIn The Gift, the narrator mentions a review writer he calls him a critique bouffe who liked to provide the book with his own ending