>>24576113The coherent argument is that Nabokov did not like and did not write works that served as vehicles for authentic emotions and convictions, because he spent all his life avoiding authentic emotions and convictions, and instead just dabbled in whatever he liked for as long as he liked it.
He liked boxing and chess, but never took part in a tournament for either. He was an amateur lepidopterist, but he never got into the academic frays of taxonomy, developmental theories or conservation. He traveled across many countries, and none of them he called his home. He married one women, whom he "liked", and had one son, from whom he was perpetually distant and whose parentage he doubted, while also never being emotionally emotionally disturbed by this uncertainty.
Essentially, he was an existential cuck, who found the idea of actual fucking a bit too undignified to his tastes.