I stayed up tonight and revisited Vlad Nabokov's Lolita. This rarely gets mentioned, but for all its turmoil, self-recrimination and concupiscent ardor, it's a bright, thrilling, fun novel. Thanks to my recent French education, it was even more fun this time because I could pick up most of M. Humbert's voyages into his mother tongue.
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