I recently read this book, by Vladimir Nabokov, originally published in 1955. Spoilers will follow. If you haven’t read the book and don’t want the plot spoiled for you, don’t continue reading. It’s a really old book, but lately I feel like I’ve been using my blog more just to write stuff I want to get down (and practice writing), so in that vein, here’s the post.

This book is one of the most interesting I’ve read. I don’t know that I’ve ever read a fiction novel more well-written than Lolita. It’s simultaneously witty, funny, horrifying and tragic. The author uses the English language in a wonderfully skilled way, with highly detailed prose and clever use of pacing and timing. On the other hand, the protagonist of the book, Humbert Humbert, is a man of profound evil, willing to go to through many mental contortions to rationalize his obsession with Lolita, a child. You’ll read a sentence, long and winding and indirect, laughing at the intricate connections between the words, and as you finally parse it, you realize it’s Humbert describing his lust for a 12-year-old girl he intends to possess and sexually ravish. This is a man who is willing to go to great lengths to hide from himself how much of a monster he really is, and you will sometimes find yourself forgetting that fact, only to be reminded of it a page or two later. He’s essentially willing to psychologically traumatize a child, who has no real escape, in the pursuit of his fantasy.

In short, the book is phenomenally written and quite disturbing because of it.

To quote from the afterword, taken from Wikipedia:

In response to an American critic who characterized Lolita as the record of Nabokov’s “love affair with the romantic novel,” Nabokov wrote that “the substitution of ‘English language’ for ‘romantic novel’ would make this elegant formula more correct.”

I would recommend it. It’s guaranteed to provoke a few visceral emotional reactions in you.