Lolita on the J


I instantly recognized the cover of “Lolita” written by Vladimir Nabokov this morning on the J-Church. How could I forget the comedic, tragic, horrific, and yet very real narrative that Nabokov provides for his main character Humbert Humbert as he pursues his obsession with Dolores Haze, a.k.a Lolita. If you have not read this book, it is a must. It will leave you shocked and appalled, but oddly you won’t be able to put this one down until you know the fate of Lolita and Humbert Humbert.

Mario Incandenza’s Editor’s Note:

Books that make censors squirm will always have a special place in our hearts over here at BetweentheLinesSF.  Lolita has been banned on and off over the years by several countries (including, surprisingly enough, La France at one point) and I’m sure has caused more than a few high school teachers to hesitate before including it in their curriculum.

But what about the novel is it that really makes us so uncomfortable?  Just saying the name “Lolita” in mixed company  causes instant blushing and nervous sideways glances.   Is it just a clinical aversion to pedophilia?  Is it that we actually find ourselves laughing along and, oh-no-what-is-this, maybe sympathizing a bit, with the pedo protagonist?  And what about Romeo and Juliet?  They were young too, right? And I mean, it’s not like any of us would actually ever sexualize or objectify pre-pubescent girls, right?

Eden Wood, a 4 year-old contestent in the Universal Royalty pageant in Texas

Image from Toddlers and Tiaras, found here on the Mommy Files, as found on SFgate.

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