It is not uncommon for one writer to speak well of another. It is far less for one writer to write about another. You know him so well that you have studied his work so closely that you feel like you could dedicate not just a few words of praise to him, but even an entire book. It happened with Vladimir Nabokov. He wrote a comic biographical and literary essay on Nikolai Gogol, author of Lolita and Pnin, Pale Fire and The Real Life of Sebastian Knight. It was published in 1944. That is almost a century after the death of the author of Dead Souls, which was funny, unfinished, and a genre in its own right. The Russian genius Nikolai Gogol, who fled almost everything, including his own fame, died in 1852 at the age of 42.
Nabokov unleashes his passion for translation in Nikolai Gogol (The Anagram) – he points out the unforgivable errors in every Gogol translation he reads, and he himself translates his favorite passages so that they are finally sung in English and other languages. Languages, what they actually say—and among countless anecdotes that seem to be taken from one of his novels with an author in it, it works wonders about the mother of the writer of The Nose. It’s as if Maria Gogol, who is a character rather than a mother of a writer, wanders about her and tells everyone that every novel she encounters is the author’s son and is always a masterpiece! She also said that she invented locomotives and steamships.
enthusiastic mother
Delusionally exuberant and so similar to her own son that she believes in the same kind of horrible hell she invented, Maria Gogol is the oddly creative type of mother who resembles her father. When JMW Turner, the painter who lived to buy canvas and pigments for his son and believed in him so much, died, the painter was orphaned in more ways than one. At the other extreme of both examples would be the mother of John Kennedy Toole, who treats her son like a toy, and the inevitably helpless mother of Charlotte Perkins Gilman. What happened to Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s mother is that, as she recounts in her autobiography, she only showed affection when she thought she was asleep.
Pioneering feminist Charlotte Perkins Gilman—born in 1860 and involved in the struggles for women’s civil rights between the end of the 19th century and the mid-1920s—was also a pioneer in the founding of a past science fiction. not like the others because they were finally moving towards a utopian future where anything is possible – the gothic and spooky story is the author of Yellow wallpaper (Alpha Decay). In The Yellow Wallpaper, an unnamed woman is imprisoned in the midst of her postpartum depression as Gilman loses his mind, confined in a lined room, to whom she says motherhood does not suit her at all, that she only causes her baby to suffer. walls of a monstrous yellow wallpaper.
Told in the same way that H.P. Lovecraft tells his stories in something hypnotic and profoundly intimate—Lovecraft himself said he had risen to the level of the classics—the story is, in a few pages, a mental institution for the protagonist, a real prison for its author: supposedly imposed by a doctor. prison – the gruesome nature of a failed pregnancy in the ruthless maze of the Russian health bureaucracy, which she does not hesitate to quote, as Anna Starobinets does in You Have to Look (Impedimenta) – the only way to cure the hysterical fit she’s been diagnosed with is to never touch the pen again or deal with it but to deal with it. was not to do. baby- for the rest of his life.
gripping story
Maggie O’Farrell, author of the very famous Hamnet and the Married Portrait (Asteroid Books), wrote about the impact of reading The Yellow Wallpaper when she was 16. As a Christmas present, he wanted a book of horror stories called the Oxford Book of Gothic Tales. She went to bed to read on Christmas Eve and was about to turn off the light when she stumbled upon the beginning of Gilman’s story and suddenly it was as if the story had drawn her in. It happens every time. Reading Gilman has some eerie lighting. You get lost there and wondering what happened at the end of the story and where is the yellow piece of paper, did you manage to escape like all the other women?