“His curiosity was so pure it seemed almost childlike.”
Vladimir
Nabokov is describing his friend in exile, Iosif Hessen (1866-1943), and makes
him sound like an extraordinary fellow. He continues in the obituary he wrote
for his friend:
“He was
living proof of the fact that a genuine person is a person interested in
everything, including what interests others. Telling him anything was an
extraordinary delight, since his engagement as an interlocutor, his very sharp
mind, and the phenomenal appetite with which he consumed your rather unripe
fruits transformed any trifle into an epic phenomenon.”
If we’re
fortunate, we meet two or three such people in a lifetime. Their minds are
forever sparking. Don’t confuse them with the social frauds who try to flatter you
with feigned attention – the tilted head, the focused gaze, the empty questions indifferently posed. The absence of respectful curiosity kills conversation. Curiosity is not nosiness. The person I’ve met who most essentially embodies the sense of curiosity
described by Nabokov is Guy Davenport, man and writer, who once wrote, “Curiosity,
I'm convinced, is intelligence.” The
man I spent several hours with was tirelessly curious and a tireless provoker of
curiosity in others. He once said in an interview:
“My range of
interests may be accounted for by my being 75.
It's really a very narrow range.
There ought to be a psychology that studies indifference, the `flat
affect’ of non-response. Response is,
beyond the usual culturally-trained and biological reactions to the things of
the world, the result of education carried on by curiosity.”
Davenport
recalls Dr. Johnson in his Rambler essay
of August 24, 1751:
“Curiosity
is, in great and generous minds, the first passion and the last; and perhaps
always predominates in proportion to the strength of the contemplative
faculties. He who easily comprehends all that is before him, and soon exhausts
any single subject, is always eager for new inquiries; and, in proportion as
the intellectual eye takes in a wider prospect, it must be gratified with
variety by more rapid flights, and bolder excursions; nor perhaps can there be
proposed to those who have been accustomed to the pleasures of thought, a more
powerful incitement to any undertaking, than the hope of filling their fancy
with new images, of clearing their doubts, and enlightening their reason.”
[Nabokov’s
obituary for Hessen was published March 31, 1943 in Novoe russkow slovo (New Russian Word), a Russian-language newspaper in New York City. It is
collected in Think, Write, Speak:
Uncollected Essays, Reviews, Interviews, and Letters to the Editor (ed. and
trans. by Brian Boyd and Anastasia Tolstoy, 2019). The first sentence by
Davenport is from “Fragments from a Correspondence” with Nicholas Kilmer,
published in the Winter 2006 issue of Arion:
A Journal of Humanities and the Classics.]
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