Book review: “Lolita” by Vladimir Nabokov

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Nabokov is a Genius! one of the greatest authors ever! This man has grasped what literature means, namely art and aesthetics, and this book clearly showed me that, despite or because of that taboo topic. Every book fan might by now found out what this book is about. Some call it perverse, disgusting or immoral. But I think this book is a beautiful description of childhood, memories, nostalgia, and love, mixed with darkness, violence and feeling of being lost. This is the impression I got from this book. This, and way more things which I can’t grasp yet.

In this book, another kind of perversity is described. Humbert Humbert is not turned on by femininity, but by childishness. I, as a reader, have clearly seen his overly exaggerated and almost sick love, or rather a perverse, and later sexual obsession towards a little girl child from which Humber even tries to escape, but then blames a little girl of seducing him.
I had the impression that he loved Dolores more than her mother Charlotte did. I even was happy after she died. At the beginning of the book, I even sympathetized for Humbert Humbert, because he wasn’t bad at heart, intelligent and a handsome man. But more important was his past which was so sad. It had a nostalgic melancholy about his past and his childhood love Annabel which he never got over with. His feelings for a girl child were always inside him, all these years. Although he was a handsome man fancied by many women, his wife still cheated on him. I think this event showed his hatred against grown women who tend to cheat driven by sexual, or material reasons. A child is pure and innocent. However, Lolita rather seemed to be like a grown-up, seducing boys and accepting gifts from H.H. So she didn’t really fit to the innocent picture of a little girl Humbert knew from his childhood and from Annabell. Of course it could be that Lolita was lying about her virginity, or Humbert exaggerating it. But I had this picture of Lolita being an innocently impure. She probably loved Humbert Humbert as well, since she calls him “honey” at the end of the book. I think that Humbert has a special place in her heart, because he was a replacement for a father. There is also this theory that a girl chooses his lovers according to his father. Here, Humbert had the role of both. She chose to revive her dead father in Humbert, while he chose to revive Annabel in Dolores, and lived his childhood love as an adult: “[…] while I passed by her in my adult disguise[…]”. For me, this sounds so sad and bizarre, yet beautiful at the same time. And right this is the reason why this book is a work of literary aesthetic. This work doesn’t teach you not to rape a child. A pedophile wouldn’t be convinced by a book, even if it is from Nabokov. He himself wrote in the afterword of this book that it is nonsense to try to analyze literature. At least for his piece of work, he states, that the author has no purpose, nor is trying to say something with that. I think many pupils and students would love Nabokov. He also says that he himself is not a didactic writer and didn’t intend Lolita to teach something. “For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tendernesy, kindnesy, ecstasy) is the norm.”
I could write pages and pages about this book, but these are the main things I wanted to write. I can understand that many people didn’t like this movie, but somehow I also feel sorry for them because they did ‘t grasp this wonderfully written book, which is more than a story about a pedophile.

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