[desertblues]

I have been hovering above the MR-bookclub for a few years, which has deepened my insight on some of the books I had already read (Forster etc), and I discovered some new ones (The master and Margarita, Bulgakov); I like researching, discovering and reflecting on a book.
A good book, in my mind, must be resistant: for it to be trampled upon, to be shaken about, to be read for-and backwards and, in the end, to stay upright as a book.

A few years back I saw the book-club 'tip-toeing" around Lolita by Nabokov and, intrigued, I started to read it. At first I had the same reaction as Belle Zora has; and I still am at two minds about this book.

Now Lolita has been chosen for this month and I decided to read it again. This introduced me to some of the literary beauty of it. Vladimir Nabokov does have a way with words.

But I don't like anyone in this book and that is part of the difficulty:it begins with Humbert, for obvious reasons. He preys on little girls to satisfy his own sexual cravings. That is difficult for me to accept: being someone's daughter and having a daughter myself. It gives an insight in a mind that I hadn't encountered before and I ask myself if this contributes to my life.
And I wonder which part of his story is true.