BrianSiano wrote:I just finished Nabokov's _Lolita_ today, and I really regret not reading it when I was twenty, or thirty. Then I'd have a stronger sense of how this book would be very, very different each time I came back to it-- instead of knowing this from my first-time reading this year.
This is one of the most amazing, horrifying, and even moving books I've ever read. I think I'm going to wallow in Nabokov for a while.
My favorite novel, hands down. It's so intricately allusive (and elusive), so rich in ambiguity and virtuoso wordplay, it's almost fractal, which explains why no cinematic adaptation has ever done it justice. You could spend a lifetime trying to suss out its secrets (and lord knows I've been doing that since I first read it as a teen).
Pale Fire is pretty wonderful, too.