We can take the story apart, we can find out how the bits fit, how one part of the pattern responds to the other; but you have to have in you some cell, some gene, some germ that will vibrate in answer to sensations that you can neither define, nor dismiss. Beauty plus pity—that is the closest we can get to a definition of art. Where there is beauty there is pity for the simple reason that beauty must die: beauty always dies, the manner dies with the matter, the world dies with the individual. If Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis” strikes anyone as something more than an entomological fantasy, then I congratulate him on having joined the ranks of good and great readers.
– Vladimir Nabokov (Lectures on Literature. New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1980.)
Youtube documentary of (Christopher Plummer as) VN on Kafka’s “The Metamorphosis” here. (“He is the greatest German writer of our time. Such poets as Rilke or such novelists as Thomas Mann are dwarfs or plaster saints in comparison to him.”) A text of that lecture here.
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Thank you for this quote! In this first sentence of the Nabokov quote is the essence of what seems to be a main struggle in historical philosophical (and aesthetic!)thought: empiricism vs. idealism, or classicism vs. romanticism. These are dualisms, and themselves artificial constructions, but the struggle (the undefined, and the impossible to dismiss) is the thing. And I will now be more conscious of pity as a component of beauty, and that will make my world deeper yet.
As usual, Aaron, you’ve given me something new to think about — these dualisms you bring up, and the struggle, impossible to dismiss — an entirely different emphasis, than mine, on things. Thanks for another lens through which to look.
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