literature just finished reading lolita, did it (1) as a sort of precursor to reading 'reading lolita in tehran' (trite. i know and i don't care.) (2) as an introduction to nabokov, whom i had meant to read for some time now.

well, it's a weird book. beautifully written, but tragic and haunting subject matter. i'm still trying to wrap my mind around its different layers, but at the same time i feel like i'm kidding myself in my amateur attempt to analyze a book that devout english majors and international literati drool over. i didn't even understand the french! there was an annotated version that was also available when i bought my insight-free copy, but it was a dollar more expensive and I had a moment of academic hubris.

i'm thinking that it'll sink in better after a few more novels. it's definitely churning away at the back of my mind, much more than anything have read since 'the stranger'  ¶ 11:50 PM