ABAW: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
I’ve read excerpts and I knew the general plot of this novel, but this is the first time I’ve read Lolita, or anything else by Nabokov. My first reaction was to wonder whether Nabokov set himself the challenge of trying to write a story that would make readers sympathetic to a pedophile.
Early on, I found it difficult to see anything but the tragedy in the story. Even knowing the general plot ahead of time, I was still surprised by the intensity of the story. I was amused by the amazingly circuitous and convoluted language Nabokov employs to infer Humbert’s desires and actions without being explicit or obscene.
Only when I’d reached the absurd final scenes between Humbert and his nemesis did the humor begin to resolve for me, and upon reflection, I started to find many other moments in the story grimly funny.
Lolita is an absurd love story, a darkly comical story with some scenes that are almost slapstick mayhem.
Humbert is such a terrible, unreliable narrator, yet so brilliantly and consistently wrought. I could not hate him. I even found it difficult to revile him sometimes, though that was my gut inclination. Humbert’s obsessive attention to the details surrounding Lolita make him completely blind to other things, which Nabokov reveals with such delicious subtlety, even through Humbert’s voice.
Don’t get me wrong. Humbert is a pedophile. He is a child rapist. He destroys Lolita’s life. He consistently rips her from normalcy, even disrupting her desperate efforts to be a regular kid in their year playing house. He doesn’t realize the extent of his destruction until he has lost her. Humbert always thinks he is trying to fill a fantasy for Lolita-with their travel exploits, with the year of school, with her participation in theater-but it is Lolita that knows the reality of their situation, and it is Lolita that ultimately decides when to end the normalcy farce and when to end the relationship completely. Humbert destroys her life, but he doesn’t destroy her sense of self. She leaves Humbert to pursue other options, but she doesn’t prostitute herself or allow others to exploit her, and she manages to achieve a kind of stable normativity in her brief life.
I find it horrifying on one level to joke about pedophilia, child rape, and child kidnapping. Humbert is reprehensible, but I found it difficult not to laugh at him and the situations he creates for himself. I also found it difficult not to be a tiny bit sympathetic to him, in his (mostly) single-minded pursuit of love.
There are perverts, and then there are Perverts. And then there are people, like Nabokov, who wield language with subtlety and a sharp edge of masterful innuendo. I can’t put my finger on it now, but my favorite line in the book is about grasshoppers spurting (not leaping or jumping or flying, mind you—SPURTING) from the tall weeds.