If it were any other author, the plot would be black & white: a dark incestuous murderer is the obvious villain. But Nabokov brings H.H’s (the narrator and the protagonist) feelings and psyche alive… his love for his Lolita is real, and in many ways it is a believable love story: Raw passion that blindly seeks its object of desire. But, on consummation, still finds himself dissatisfied. Love gives way to insecurity, fear, even boredom. The same person you longed to be with, ceases to be so amorous and the reality of co-habitation is a far cry from our original fantasies. You realize you never really stop craving for your fantasy, because you never really fully achieve it! While the prose is brilliant (Nabokov was Russian but one of the best English writers one would come across), the story-line is tragic. Dolly, Lolita, could have been so much more, a brilliant actor or a star tennis player, but the sins engulf her and him. Depraved, her innocence snatched, a promising life is wasted in smoke.
Well articulated…. 👍
Such a well-written review!
This book is truly amazing if you commit your time to fully finishing the novel no matter what. It is now one of my favourites.