After creating a large number of controversial opinions and being banned for several years, Lolita is considered by many to be one of the finest novels written in the 20th century. And it is definitely a must read if you are interested in the writing itself.
Personally, I found the book extremely difficult to read because of the story. Not only that it took me a while to finish it but I even wanted to stop reading at some point ( unfortunately, my OCD doesn’t let me leave things unfinished). Also, while getting deeper into the narrator’s thoughts I often felt like burn it.
I need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we don’t really exist if you don’t.
Many of you will probably judge my opinion and say that I am taking Nabokov’s name in vain. You can choose to throw rocks at me, but I won’t change my opinion about the plot of this book.
It is by far, the filthiest book I have ever read. If Pascal Bruckner’s Bitter Moon almost made me cry because of how much vomit I had in my mouth while reading the first eighty or something pages, Nabokov’s character made me spit blood through my mouth, ears and eyes simultaneously.
Usually, get into the story physically ( more or less) when I read books since I have an overwhelming amount of imagination. But how could I get into the story of Lolita since it was all about monstrous pedophilia.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
Reading what Humbert ( the narrator and character) felt about Lolita and what he did to the poor child made me want to go back in time and kill the bloody bastard.
Entering a pedophile’s brain and thoughts was the most disgusting thing I have ever done ( that sounds worse than I thought).
But, I have to admit that strictly on a technical level, the book deserves to be in the lists of must-read books of the 20s century.
So, if you want to experience an extraordinary use of language, spectacular wordplay, and you believe that the explicit thoughts and feelings of a pedophile won’t hurt the happiness of your neurons, mind my opinion.
I am used to getting overly attached to all books I read anyway, and probably this is why I hated reading Lolita: I just couldn’t love any of the characters!