Nabokov’s infamous Lolita
is a book I had taken great pains to avoid reading. While I knew it was on
nearly every “100 greatest novels” list ever created, I had the feeling
it would just try to invite my sympathy for a misogynistic child rapist. But as
it turns out, Lolita proved to be
much, much more than a tale told by a predator. It's a master study on attraction and the dark underside of love.
Humbert Humbert, a brilliant member of the European literati, begins
his bizarre fairytale from inside prison walls. He recounts a fatal childhood
encounter with a young girl named Annabel (a reference to Poe’s Annabel Lee, one of his many erudite jokes) and his resulting obsession with the ephemeral beauty of those adolescents
he terms “nymphets.” Although it is certainly a sexual perversion, Humbert
protests that it is also a platonic one - he longs to understand the strange
cusp that lies between childhood innocence and the cynicism of adulthood.
By the time you finish the first few chapters, it is already
evident that he’s an unreliable narrator, and the more you read the more obvious
his neuroticism becomes. Yet like all madmen, his thoughts produce a kind of prophetic
insight. Lines of startling beauty and eloquence jump out at the reader, and I
often found myself tasting the words aloud just to feel their shapes. I was
surprised to find that as much as I wanted to hate him, I related to him in
many ways. The whole book feels personal, like a confession to a close friend. While his actions are deplorable, there is no attempt to hide that fact from the reader - Humbert frankly admits to his corruption, and simply wants the audience to hear the whole story.
After a series of incredible coincidences, he is left the
sole guardian and stepfather of lovely 13 year old Dolores Haze, who is his living idol. They immediately become lovers and embark on a cross-country road
trip. Humbert claims that it is Lolita who initiates this state of affairs, and
is shocked to discover that she has already had many sexual experiences of her
own. However, despite her initial curiosity and attraction to Humbert, it also soon becomes clear that
Lolita is miserable trapped as his “pubescent concubine.” Humbert chooses to
remain oblivious to her plight. He idealizes and despises her at the same
time, and he becomes insanely paranoid that she will be taken from him. In
moving from hotel to hotel across the North American continent, he desperately clings to Lolita
with promises of new clothes and new attractions. As they wander, Humbert’s
observations become a commentary on American consumerism that mirrors deToqueville
in its poignancy. Eventually, even the gifts and half-hearted threats from Humbert are not enough to keep Lolita at his side, and she successfully executes her escape.
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Dominique Swain as Lolita in the 1997 adaptation |
Over the course of the book, Humbert blames his corruption on any
number of things - the outlandish coincidences set up by McFate (his nickname for the workings of chance),
the episode with Annabel by the sea, Lolita’s strange beauty. He peppers
everything with anagrams, literary references, and puns to divert
the reader from the naked reality of his feelings. And yet in the end, visiting a deeply cynical and now married Lolita, he is forced to acknowledge that he alone is
responsible for the destruction that ruined both their lives.
It’s a story about human connection, and how easily we taint the memories of the very people we claim to adore. In perhaps the darkest
irony of all, Humbert does discover
the secret to nymph-hood, the real reason for the dichotomy separating our naïveté and our hardness. As Humbert learns, it isn't age that makes us cynical
adults: it is only the cruelty, carelessness, and apathy we invoke in the name
of love.
-Claire