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There may be no more a despicable yet ridiculous narrator in twentieth century fiction than the sleazy, condescending Humbert Humbert. And there may be no better name in twentieth century fiction than Dolores Haze, Humbert’s 12-year-old stepdaughter and love interest, whom he calls, among other things, his “nymphette,” Lolita.
Vladimir Nabokov’s tragicomic 1955 novel Lolita still has the power to shock, disgust, and elicit wry laughter from readers, with its satirical take on decadent old Europe and wisecracking young America. True to its mid-century U.S. setting and sensationalistic subject matter, the novel is packed not only with Humbert’s obsessively creepy description and layers of literary allusion, but also with plenty of pulpy action, if we are to believe in the events Humbert narrates.
In the novel’s penultimate chapter, Humbert tracks down Clare Quilty, another predatory older man who takes advantage of Lolita. Humbert confronts, then kills Quilty (or so it seems). In the final chapter, Humbert also dies, and we learn that the novel is in fact his memoir, willed only to be published after he and Lolita have died. In the audio clip at the top, hear Vladimir Nabokov himself read from the climactic chapter in which Humbert faces Quilty down, and directly above, see the author read those first unforgettable lines: “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta.”
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Thanks for posting this. It evokes the nightmarish consciousness of Humbert with a particular vividness.
I discovered this recording more than 40 years ago in Boston Library, just after I had read the novel. I made a cassette tape of it, soon lost, so this is the first time I have listened to it in decades.
Nabokov’s Lolita is an exercise in cognitive dissonance. We admire and revel in the author’s divine wordsmithery, while at the same time reject and abhor the very matter-of-fact hebephilia Humbert Humbert so glowingly and abjectly displays.