I’m currently reading Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, the classic novel about a man and his obsession with young girls. Humbert, the French literary genius, falls in love with 12-year-old Lolita and the story follows their adventures all over America. This book is written so beautifully and is full of the most dense and passionate descriptions. I sometimes find myself thinking in the style of narrative the book is written in because the language is so dramatic and captivating. You must read it if you haven’t already. Here’s a little excerpt that shows what I’m talking about.
“As she bent her brown curls over the desk at which I was sitting, Humbert the Hoarse put his arm around her in a miserable imitation of blood-relationship; and still studying, somewhat shortsightedly, the piece of paper she held, my innocent little visitor sank to a half-sitting position upon my knee. Her adorable profile, parted lips, warm hair were some three inches from my bared eye-tooth; and I felt the heat of her limbs through her rough tomboy clothes. All at once I knew I could kiss her throat or the wick of her mouth with perfect impunity. I knew she would let me do so, and even close her eyes as Hollywood teaches. A double vanilla with hot fudge—hardly more unusual than that.”
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