Nabokov writes this book with the intentions of messing with the readers mind. While reading it at first I wanted to put it down and then reluctantly also wanted to find out what happened next which leaves my conflict for another story. I'll have to admit I had to re-read certain sections a few times just to get the gist of it.
Nabokov has written this book in such a way that his words may be disturbing but the way they are weaved together is definitely magical. Although confusing at times for a mild reader, such as myself, I could not help but to feel sexually activated by the words I was reading and wanted to read more. Readers have often accused the novel of being pornographic because it addresses pedophilia but I don't think this was his intention.
What I could figure out at the beginning was a story about a man who was a respectable and good looking and fell in love at a young age and could never forget the feelings he felt about this young girl even as an adult. The way this young girl made him feel eventually controlled the rest of his life and how he was able to relate to young girls in his adult life. Humbert suffered from what we would call a insatiable desire for young girls but not just any young girls, nymphets
The gentle and dreamy regions though which I crept were the patrimonies of poets—not crime's prowling ground. Had I reached my goal, my ecstasy would have been all softness, a case of internal combustion of which she would hardly have felt the heat, even if she were wide awake.
Humbert sees himself as a monster but barely can confine his desires. Although he struggles with this, he feels he is harmless because his desires could be met if he could just get close enough and not actually touch the girl.
Humbert sees himself as a monster but barely can confine his desires. Although he struggles with this, he feels he is harmless because his desires could be met if he could just get close enough and not actually touch the girl.
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