Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

Synopsis: A dated lust literary classic.

Writing Style: Old-school churlish satire.

Pacing: Moderate.

Personal Highlights: I honestly don’t know where to start, be it with Valeria, Taxovich or the brothels… or way in the back with the little droll Clum crum fracas. The ironies in this classic were just that rife, denoting great writing in lieu of Humbert, or Haze, or Herbert, or Humpfy asking a lot of readers. An awful lot. He begs for their patience and understanding and composure, expecting contemporary everyday folk who pay their bills marrying one person at a time, usually of their own general intellect, to rouse around beneath a madman’s hood, like the bearded graying grouse slobbered over females just out of diapers, guessing which slur fits which character. And he hardly cares what apparatus this measurement is deciphered from, be it a dictionary, a calculator or translator. He even wants readers to believe he is good-looking with his bad teeth, attempting to show off an intellectual prowess despite from the outset the mystery unraveling with the first clue.

Overall, though humored for the first half of this erotic tale, most amusing was the fact that even if I'm wrong, wrong, and as wrong as can be, I'm still right! ‘que le lecteur soit averti!’