One particular women was so antagonistic -- not just toward me but toward Nabokov as well. Her basic point was: How could you say that women and especially girls could ever appreciate a book like this, which celebrates a pedophile? Yes, on one level one could say that it is about Humbert and his obsession with Lolita, but it's also a celebration of the beauty and poignancy of an ordinary little girl, the way she sighs in class or plays tennis: we see her humanity even as Humbert confiscates her life, rewriting it. When she says the worst thing about death is being alone, we're reminded of her helplesness. What I wish I could have told this woman at the conference is that
Lolita, like all of Nabokov's works, challenges the kind of reader who goes into a novel searching to be calmed, searching for his or her own assertions, not to discover something. What frightens us about people like Humbert is that he reminds us of our own potential to self-justify, to be blind toward others. We don't all go around raping 12-year old girls, but we all do fail to see other people. This is one of the great things about the novel: It questions not just the greater world, and the politics of the moment, but you.
- Playboy, December 2005, p 158