There are days in my life when I crave to explore the depths of the writings I have come across.
Each and every masterpiece an author writes opens up a window to their minds. And each time I explore it closely, it gives me a chance to enter the head-space of all the characters which have been reflected over.
Every character becomes relatable and words come to life. It develops empathy and my connection to the book becomes stronger. And when I can scrutinize a read so thoroughly, that’s exactly when I know I will cherish it for a lifetime. Its words will live by me and provoke my thoughts.
Needless to say, Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita has been that book for me. His writing took me through the heart, mind, and soul of a man, a journey none of us would wish to embark on.
A character in this book is so disturbing that it challenged my mind and left me in a state of dismay. I shook to the details present of the protagonist, Humbert Humbert, who is a pedophile and a psychopathic murderer.
The novel is tragic but with a unique hint of comedy. It is a deep description of Humbert & Lolita’s emotions. The portrayals are so explicit that they scared the living daylights out of me. Nonetheless, it’s a read you would want to pick multiple times to perceive each and every facet thoroughly. A number of readers regard this book as a love story but I highly disagree due to abundant rationales.
When a character like Humbert is romanticized by young women, it is worrisome.
The author depicted him as someone who loved Lolita with all his heart yet held her as a hostage, raped her and stole her innocence away. Humbert lured Lolita and there is nothing romantic about that. His character indeed deserves sympathy but his filthy actions can’t be justified. This book is a mere tragedy and very far from a love story.
Any reader who is considering reading Lolita must be well aware that it is disturbing in many ways and there could be times when discomfort might send shivers down your spine. I too felt a great amount of grief and was reduced to tears each time the words got heavy on my soul. Vladimir has played with the story’s prose in such a way that it oozed agony.
Lolita is indeed a masterpiece and a gift to literature. Its beauty lies in its language and tragedy, making it one of its kind.
Gorgeous, impactful and brutal!
“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.”