I have read Lolita, and I loved it. It's complicated to explain exactly why, but then I suppose that that makes sense. It is, after all, a very complex book.

I remember once hearing it described as the "greatest love story of the twentieth century", and as much as that comment offends the sensibilities of anyone who has got wind of it's (quasi-legendary) subject matter, it rings true. Those who are under the impression that it is just a vulgar and tasteless story about a creepy old man having his way with a little girl haven't fully understood the text. It is an eloquent testament to the differences between genuine love and mere carnal cravings, and an insight into the duality of human nature that is simultaneously shining and frightening.

Humbert's monstrous, inexcusable desire for Dolores mangles her young life. However, as the story progresses, as she grows into a woman and becomes less and less the nymphet after whom he lusts, he comes to care for her- not her body, but the true person she is- in a way which is almost selfless. The idea of someone capable of something so despicable also being capable of something so high and good that most men and women will never truly achieve it is.... what makes the novel such a work of art.

I'll give you a break and shut up now. : ) Literature is not the subject to bring up with me if you're looking for concise conversation.

How have you been, by the way?

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