philosophy and dog shit.
punk rock and suburban fears.
vancouver thinker wannabe and by most accounts an okay guy.
currently reading #10:
whattaminit: that’s a mug, you asshole!
so this entry is actually devoted to nabokov’s lolita (which i actually read two or three weeks ago) but the ol’ gf is borrowing it. instead: a picture of one of the two awesome mugs she got me for my birthday.
why even bother praising lolita? you all know it’s amazing. but i will emphasize just in case: it’s amazing. stunningly written, uncomfortably intimate, disturbingly erotic. everyone needs to read this book. right now.
when i read this book several years ago, it taught me a tremendously important lesson: to identify with a character is not the same as liking them. that is to say, it’s ok if your protagonist is an asshole. because in no uncertain terms, humpert humpert is an asshole. the paedophilia (fun fact: it’s techincally hebephilia because lolita is going through puberty. thanks wikipedia!) is the first hint, but his constant excuses and empty justifications really tip the scale. but at the end of the day—even though he’s a corrupting, manipulative, uncompromising asshole—his passion speaks to the bad decisions we make when we’re lonely.
lolita is no better; though whether that’s a case of humpert’s influence is an open question. to see her become so callous is heartbreaking—not to mention a bit terrifying.
so yeah, i think this book is really good. big surprise.