Lolita is a tale of ruination that takes the reader beyond the very bleeding edge of what is right and what is wrong. It is beautifully, deliriously poetic in its prose, and Nabokov’s descriptions of places and people never fail to stun the reader into perfect harmony with the world he has created.
Rightfully a classic, Lolita takes the reader on a journey much like the one Lolita and Humbert Humbert take across America. It illustrates the manner in which one’s desires and passions can prove both ruinous and life-affirming. One cannot help but sympathize with both H.H. and Lolita. Throughout the novel, one is drawn in time and time again by Nabokov’s flawless diction and alluring dialogue.
There is something deeply touching about Lolita that probes the fringes of human desire and that demands that the reader judge H.H’s story as harshly as one’s own hidden, secret desires.
And, lastly, here my favorite Lolita quote: “But even had they blinded her, still nothing might have happened, had not precise fate, that synchronizing phantom, mixed within its alembic the car and the dog and the sun and the shade and the wet and the weak and the strong and the stone.”