"The notion that it might be possible to systematically extract uniquely revealing fragments from life-writings began with Irving Alexander's work on "principal identifiers of salience." These immensely useful identifiers--which I include early on in all my narrative-based courses--comprise a "set of pointers" for homing in on psychologically important information. I present each in turn, with occasional examples of my own (here is the book in which these "pointers" are proposed).
Interestingly, Nabokov's relationship to time is a central focus of Brian Boyd's (1990) mammoth biography. As Boyd sees it, "One of the central themes of Nabokov's work has always been that Time, if we could return to it endlessly, might disclose evidence of a richness and design obscured by the crowdedness of passing mortal time" (467). For Nabokov, art and the creative imagination make transcendence possible. By discovering the ultimate artfulness behind things--the particulars and patterns of the world, including fate--we merge with creative forces "beyond death" and form a "new relation to time," which Nabokov described as a "prison" (319). Along with personality and the closed circle of mortal knowledge, Boyd identifies time as the "third constraint upon consciousness" in Nabokov's metaphysics--a constraint which can be surmounted, however, for as Nabokov blithely declares: "I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another" (Nabokov, 1966, 139). Nabokov the practicing lepidopterist found his "highest enjoyment of timelessness" when standing among rare butterflies: "This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain" (139).
Here, then, is an example of how lingering over beginnings can suggest life themes and/or enduring concerns.
My class found a nice illustration of uniqueness in Kafka's painfully dense Letter to His Father. How he begins the anecdote is especially telling.
There is only one episode in the early years of which I have a direct memory. You [Kafka's father] may remember it, too. One night I kept on whimpering for water, not, I am certain, because I was thirsty, but probably partly to be annoying, partly to amuse myself. After several vigorous threats had failed to have any effect, you took me out of bed, carried me out onto the pavlatche, and left me there alone for a while in my nightshirt, outside the shut door. . . I dare say I was quite obedient afterwards at that period, but it did me inner harm. What was for me a matter of course, that senseless asking for water, and the extraordinary terror of being carried outside were two things that I, my nature being what it was, could never properly connect with each other. Even years afterwards I suffered from the tormenting fancy that the huge man, my father, the ultimate authority, would come almost for no reason at all and take me out of bed in the night. . . (Kafka, 1976, 17).
Kafka earmarks the incident for us by highlighting its uniqueness. It is the only memory he retains from his early years. That being the case, we are justified in wondering why. In the next paragraph, he traces the "sense of nothingness" often dominating him to this action by his father, the ultimate authority. Since nothingness, absurdity, and the inscrutability of causality between events all combine to form a part of the definition of "Kafkaesque," Kafka's aside is anything but inconsequential. And when one recalls that much of Kafka's fiction takes as its subject the bewildering actions of authorities guided by incomprehensible laws, this memory of being carried out onto the pavlatche retrospectively predicts a major theme in Kafka's art. For these reasons and others, Kafka's memory strikes me as at least potentially prototypical. At minimum, it encapsulates a life theme. And though--for reasons I discuss later--saliency cues do not always succeed in identifying what I think of as prototypical scenes, this example shows that they sometimes might, under the right circumstances.
I would add one additional possibility to the saliency cue of uniqueness, this being that sometimes life events stand out for their unrepeatedness regardless of whether or not subjects draw attention to them in speech or writing. I am thinking of an event in the life of Picasso. At age 16 while in the isolated mountain village of Horta de Ebro, Picasso would have occasion to observe the macabre nocturnal autopsy of an old woman and her granddaughter, both killed by lightning. A cut was made with a saw from the top of the young girl's scalp down to her neck in order to expose the brain, in effect severing one half of the face from the other (Mailer, 1995, 24). Armed with such evidence, some have argued--most notably Picasso biographer Patrick O'Brian--that Picasso's split heads and double profiles, so plentiful in his mid- and later painting, can be traced to what Mailer calls the "pickled horror" of witnessing this crude dissection. Unique experiences call for unique responses, and Picasso's fractured faces certainly are unique--and uniquely horrifying.