Pnin: The Man on the Wrong Train

David Lapadat | Music PhD
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“Now a secret must be imparted”: Timofey Pnin is on the wrong train, though neither Pnin nor the conductor knows it until the ticket is checked. We know because the narrator has taken us aside and placed us, for a moment, above the anxious passenger with his old timetable.

Nabokov first lends us the pleasure of superior knowledge. We see the mistake before Pnin sees it; we hear the broken English before we understand the intelligence working through it; we accept the narrator’s authority before we can locate the man who speaks.

The novel keeps its comedy. Pnin remains vain, pedantic, physically awkward, and gloriously capable of making a room behave like a Pnin story. The laughter changes owners. Scene by scene, Nabokov withdraws sole authority from the people who classify Pnin as comic—including the narrator—and gives Pnin more of it.

Borrowed Comic Superiority

Pnin’s first error is exact. He has consulted a five-year-old timetable. The train still runs, but its stop at Cremona was abolished two years earlier. Once the mistake is discovered, each correction produces another complication: the station at Whitchurch, an abandoned bus, a lecture paper that is not the one he expected, a recovered bag, a stranger’s automobile. He still reaches Cremona in time, juggling three papers—the required lecture among them.

The comedy holds two facts together: Pnin has taken the wrong route, and he is resourceful enough to survive it. The narrator emphasizes the mistake; the action preserves the competence.

Exile has made ordinary competence hard to read. Pnin’s Russian habits enter American institutions at the wrong angle; his body, accent, clothes, scholarship, and courtesies are continually translated by people who possess the local code and mistake that possession for a complete judgment of the man. The university sees an eccentric. The narrator sees a storehouse of repeatable scenes. Each view catches part of Pnin and mistakes the part for the man.

English That Shows Its History

Pnin’s speech is not generic comic English; it records a mind moving between languages. “Quittance?” he asks when he wants a receipt, carrying the Russian kvitantsiya into an English word that exists but does not belong in that transaction. Elsewhere his voiced consonants collapse under emotion: after Liza’s visit, “I haf nofing left, nofing, nofing!” The spelling exposes accent while the sentence exposes injury.

Nabokov’s eye-dialect can invite native English-speaking readers to feel smug about Pnin’s mistakes. Pnin’s Russian-speaking voice also shadows the narrator’s polished English, making fluency a less reliable measure of authority. The supposedly neutral narration belongs to another émigré performance.

Pnin’s laughter carries the pleasure across the gap even when many students cannot follow the verbal machinery of his Russian joke. Comedy begins with Pnin instead of being assigned to him. Language need not transfer every meaning to carry a human rhythm that the classroom recognizes.

Pnin is one of Nabokov’s warmest inventions, evidence that the novels can outgrow the narrowness of his public literary judgments. The precision that made him a merciless critic also lets this novel distinguish a wrong word from a small mind.

The Pines Change the Scale

At the Pines, among Russian émigrés who share more of his references, Pnin’s qualities cease to look misplaced. He settles a dispute about the chronology of Anna Karenina with exact knowledge. He swims “in state.” He dominates at croquet. His pedantry has not disappeared; the social measure around it has changed.

Among people who know the world Pnin knows, the habits Waindell treats as eccentricity reveal a stocked memory and a passion for accuracy. The laughter there no longer carries the assurance that local ease and human worth are the same thing.

The chapter also returns to Mira Belochkin, Pnin’s murdered first love. Mira’s history reveals the suffering already carried by the comic figure. His discipline consists partly in not allowing that knowledge to annihilate the life still available to him. The reader’s earlier superiority now looks provincial: we knew the timetable without knowing what the passenger carried.

Spoiler warning: The rest of this essay discusses the final two chapters and the ending of Pnin.

The Narrator Comes Into View

A first-person trace appears in the opening chapter, and later admissions make the narrator progressively locatable. By Chapter Seven he has supplied childhood memories, an émigré history, a relation to Liza, and a professional future at Waindell College. The voice that classified Pnin now has interests of its own.

Pnin contests that voice. He calls the narrator “a dreadful inventor,” denies parts of the childhood account, and refuses the position offered in the narrator’s new Russian Division. The narration also reports scenes its speaker did not witness. The narrator notices the cruelty in Cockerell’s impersonations and doubts at least one of the stories being performed. Perception and distortion coexist in a voice that can no longer pass for disembodied knowledge.

Nabokov had already made pursuit reveal the pursuer in The Real Life of Sebastian Knight. Pnin gives that exposure a different moral pressure: has the describer earned the right to turn another man’s mistakes into permanent comic property?

The World Wants a Machine

At Pnin’s party, the abstract pressure becomes institutional. Professor Hagen imagines soundproof student cells and lectures replaced by phonograph records. When Margaret Clements protests that the lecturer’s personality matters, Hagen gestures toward Pnin: “The world wants a machine, not a Timofey.”

Its exaggeration is funny; its institutional logic is ordinary enough to frighten. Waindell values Pnin until its administrative arrangement changes. Hagen leaves, another regime rises, and Pnin’s position disappears. He is offered temporary scraps, then an accommodation under the incoming narrator. What the institution cannot standardize, it can classify as surplus.

Cockerell supplies the comic equivalent of Hagen’s phonograph. He has recorded Pnin’s gestures, accent, and “wild English” so thoroughly that his performance can be replayed on demand. Nabokov notes that the imitation has begun to alter the imitator’s own face. The person has become a routine that is starting to possess the performer.

Elsewhere in Nabokov, that threat becomes literal machinery: the padograph reproduces a person’s graphic marks after removing the person. Cockerell works by memory rather than metal. His impersonation performs a related reduction. Timofey has become a pattern, and the man himself is no longer invited into the room.

The Bowl and the Morning Road

After the other guests leave, Hagen tells Pnin that he will lose his position. Pnin returns to the dishes. A large aquamarine bowl given to him by Victor has seemed certain to break amid the party’s confusion. Instead, “The beautiful bowl was intact.” Pnin places it on the safest shelf of a cupboard, resumes washing up, and begins a letter to Hagen in a clear, firm hand.

The bowl offers no compensation for exile, Mira, Liza, or the loss of Pnin’s job. Its survival acquires weight through his response: he protects what has survived, finishes the work before him, and writes.

Shortly after seven-thirty the next morning, Pnin leaves in a luggage-packed pale-blue sedan, a small white dog looking out, and passes the beer truck ahead of him. The narrator calls him “free at last.” His destination is unspecified. The phrase grants release from Waindell and from the offer that would keep him under the narrator’s authority; it promises no secure belonging.

Back at Waindell, Cockerell begins the story of Pnin arriving at Cremona with “the wrong lecture.” In the opening chapter Pnin reached the engagement with three papers, the required lecture among them. Cockerell has degraded the opening into a false replay.

Julian Connolly describes the novel’s decisive shape as a movement from circle to spiral. Cockerell and the narrator remain inside the circuit of impersonation and anecdote; Pnin’s road repeats the image of travel in another direction. He began as the last person to know he was on the wrong train and ends beyond the reach of men who believe they know how his story goes.

Nabokov keeps the comedy and redistributes its authority. Pnin remains funny; the narrator remains dazzlingly perceptive. Pnin’s laughter crosses a language barrier, while Cockerell’s traps him in a bad recording. Pnin’s laughter belongs to a shared life; Cockerell’s imitation has become a machine.