It's the subject matter of Nabokov's books that bothers me a little. I don't want to sound like those who have never read
Lolita, and yet "label" it as a work which condones pedophilia, or even celebrates it, as, having read it, I know it does nothing of the sort, and is, purely and simply (well maybe not "purely" or "simply") a love story.
Lolita is on my "best read ever" list, and I am grateful to have had the pleasure of reading it. But then we come to
The Enchanter, and
Ada, both of which have similar concepts, and one or two others I haven't read yet.
Having read this article,
here, and this piece I will quote, if that's okay...
And in another twist in the search for Lolita's origins, Australian author Joanne Morgan's Solving Nabokov's Lolita Riddle (Cosynch Press, 2005) is, by her own description, "a code-cracking book" that "proves that Nabokov wrote Lolita as a semi-autobiographical account of his own terrible sexual abuse as a boy at the hands of his molesting, pedophilic Uncle Ruka."
I get a feeling of apprehension, to say the least. It's one thing to read a story with "dodgy", controversial subject matter, it's quite another to be shown the intentions, and the experiences, behind the masterpeices. I think to read an author's work, and to be encaptured by his tales, sometimes a person feels as though they have an ineffable "knowledge" of them.
For a long time, since early childhood, I loved
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Having read numerous 'biographical' articles on Lewis Carroll, I now no longer appreciate the story. It's dissimilar (unsimilar, asimilar?) in many ways to Nabokov, but...
I'm sorry StillILearn, if I might have gotten you into trouble