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You may be interested in this thread on Lolita, gizmo.
Didn't you feel the slightest bit of sympathy for Humbert? Even at the end?
Didn't you feel the slightest bit of sympathy for Humbert? Even at the end?
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I know this other thread and I read it but I would like to discuss this book with a lot of spoilers. The other thread is more about a mother-daughter "conflict" and the suitiability of this book for minors/ teenagers/ young people under 18.Shade said:You may be interested in this thread on Lolita, gizmo.
I've not yet finished the book but I know the end from the movie and I have to say: NOPE NOT A LITTLE BIT!!!Shade said:Didn't you feel the slightest bit of sympathy for Humbert? Even at the end?
watercrystal said:"don't hide behind art."
True@1stLight said:Ya great, another reason to justify censorship.....Can't tell you how tingly I get all over when I hear overgeneralized assumptions as such.
[...], I happened to glimpse from the bathroom, [...], a look on her face ... that look I cannot exactly describe ... an expression of helplessness so perfect that it seemed to grade into one of rather comfortabel inanity just because this was the very limit of injustice and frustration [...] hence the neutral illumination.
Sympathetic??? He visited Lolita in order to kill her lover and take her home with him. He finds her happy and nevertheless tries to persuade her to leave with him. [By the way I wouldn't call a 17 year old teenager a grown up.] At this time he is completley nuts!Shade said:Absolutely. At the end, when Humbert meets Lolita as a grown woman when she is married, he is in my view (and I believe Nabokov intended him to be) at that stage an entirely sympathetic character.
I know that Humbert dies but I would have preferred something more spectacular (smashed by a big truck, bitten by a rabit racoon, pecked to death by penguins...).Shade said:Oh and gizmo - read the preface by "John Ray, Jr." again - Nabokov did kill off Humbert in the end... - and not only Humbert!
Why?warm enema said:I'm rather fond of ol' Humbert. I found Lo's mother far more depraved.
Sorry but I don't understand this comment (context??, what does it mean?).True@1stLight said:Would you not be susceptible to those things for love?
Gizmo said:Sorry but I don't understand this comment (context??, what does it mean?).
Ok, but there is the fact that Lolita is 12 years old and that's the whole problem. I don't have problems with Humbert being in love but he seems to be a sex-maniac when it comes to Lolita.True@1stLight said:If you take out the age of Lolita, would you not be prone to some of the same responses as Humbert if you were madly in love with a girl? No context needed.
Libra6Poe said:Has anyone read "Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir In Books" by Azar Nafisi? I've heard good things...
Shade said:You must get your intelligence and discernment from your father, Love4OneAnother. Get a friend to borrow it for you. To be honest I wouldn't have got that much out of it at 15, but maybe you're more advanced than I was!
Lolita is a phenomenon, for all sorts of reasons. It is one of the few literary novels of the 20th century (along with the likes of Catch-22 and Nineteen Eighty Four) that has put a new word or phrase into the common language. It is the work of a man writing in not his first or second, but third language. It is responsible for the worst rhyming couplet in musical history*. And its subject matter, of a paedophile 'relationship' is utterly contemporary - so it doesn't fade and date like other fifty-year-old books (Lucky Jim, anyone?) - and also makes it hard to believe that it was published in the prudish 1950s. Of course, it almost wasn't: like that other great "obscene" novel Ulysses, it was first published in Paris. Nabokov in his afterword writes:
The other reason why it has not dated is because of its innovative language, which while nowhere near Joycean - or even, to me, Marquezian - complexity, does take a bit of getting used to. (Nabokov described it as "a record of my love affair with the English language.") The supple and witty language is never better displayed than in the scene at the end between Humbert and Quilty, which comes at the start of Kubrick's film version (another distinction: great book becomes great film shocker), and which I had presumed was mostly Peter Sellers' improvisation ("You will only wound me hideously and then rot in jail while I recuperate in a tropical setting"): but it's all there on the page.
Lolita is, as you surely know, and whatever the naysayers may claim, a love story. And there are plenty of naysayers, even in the 21st century, where you might expect sophistication enough to understand the difference between writer, or reader, and character. One saddened Amazon reviewer states "If you want to read erotic descriptions of children and sickeningly-detailed depictions of child molesting, the law is apparently powerless (or at least unwilling) to stop you, but please, please, don't hide behind "art." Admit, at least to yourself, what you're really doing; admit what you are." Needless to say, there are not really any erotics or sickeningly-detaileds in Lolita. Yes, unsurprisingly, it's all in his mind.
Humbert Humbert relates his love story from jail, where he awaits trial for murder. It has been edited by "John Ray, Jr." after Humbert's death, who also provides a foreword where he gives away all the protagonists' fates without the reader realising. The name Humbert Humbert is significant: it is the narrator's own choice of fictional name - the "double rumble" which Nabokov felt carried the right amount of sinister intent - and reflects his two personas. There is Humbert the rapacious paedophile, with his authentic attention to detail and planning, and his enormous cruelty - the last sentence of Part 1 of the novel packed a punch like I hadn't felt since A Handful of Dust. And there is Humbert the repentant regretter: filled with self-loathing and longing at the end of the book, in an exceptionally moving scene where he realises that he really loves the grown-up Lolita.
Humbert is a mesmerising narrator, charming, repellent, pitiable and witty. Despite its occasional forays into picaresque road-movie territory, there is not a single boring page in the book, for now I know where Martin Amis gets his ambition never to write a sentence that someone else could have written. (As Humbert warns us at the start: "You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.") If you're going to read Lolita - and why wouldn't you? - I recommend the annotated version, which will not only give you more background and notation than you will ever require, but also enable you to identify who the hell they're talking about at one crucial point of the plot, and to spot the same character's preshadowings, as he appears and vanishes and vanishes and appears throughout the book's first two-hundred-and-fifty pages before he actually comes centre stage, rather like Brad Pitt in Fight Club.
Time, then, to reacquaint myself with the other Nabokovs I have, and have surely read, but which I can't remember anything about either. They will hardly match the perfection of Lolita, a novel for which I reserve the highest praise: that is, to shut up about it, and leave it to Martin Amis:
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* "He sees her / He starts to shake and cough / Just like the old man in / That book by Nabokov" - The Police, Don't Stand So Close To Me. For shame!
I just love that sentence. I have a feeling that I write uniquely, and I feel a bit comforted and appreciated about the way I write. I know that was completely inadvertent, but I thought I'd just let you know.Shade said:...now I know where Martin Amis gets his ambition never to write a sentence that someone else could have written.