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Lolita
by Vladimir Nabokov
I was not prepared. Nabokov plays with the reader. Under his deft pen, the english language is warped to make the normal disgusting, and the disgusting rational. He is a twisted sculptor of words, erecting endless masterpieces to astonish and horrify.
His novel wraps its claws delicately around your mind, pulling you deeper into dark waters until at once you emerge gasping, wondering what the fuck you just read. At one point our pedophile main character was describing his disdain for his conventionally sexy adult wife, and I found myself thinking, “ew gross, boobs, yeah i hate those...wait what!?”
It simply cannot be overstated how masterfully Nabokov's words illustrate his rancid portraits, and I must say that Jeremy Irons' narration did the novel no small justice.
Sadly, I felt the novel rather lagged during its middle sections, and could probably have lost ~100 pages with little ill effect. I'd say it probably deserves 4.5 stars instead of 5.
His novel wraps its claws delicately around your mind, pulling you deeper into dark waters until at once you emerge gasping, wondering what the fuck you just read. At one point our pedophile main character was describing his disdain for his conventionally sexy adult wife, and I found myself thinking, “ew gross, boobs, yeah i hate those...wait what!?”
It simply cannot be overstated how masterfully Nabokov's words illustrate his rancid portraits, and I must say that Jeremy Irons' narration did the novel no small justice.
Sadly, I felt the novel rather lagged during its middle sections, and could probably have lost ~100 pages with little ill effect. I'd say it probably deserves 4.5 stars instead of 5.