Lolita is not about love, because love is always mutual; Lolita is about obsession, which is never, ever love, and Nabokov himself was so disappointed that people did not understand this and take away the right message… For how could anyone call this feeding frenzy of selfishness, devouring, and destruction “love”?
In her preface to LOLITA, Mary Gaitskill reflects on a review by Vanity Fair’s Gregor von Rezzori in which he calls the novel: “The only convincing love story of the century” (via exam)
Ah yes, Nabokov. A genius truly too great to be understood by mere creepy thugs - which he wasn’t at all, of course. “Disappointed” my hole. Disappointed all the way to his own fucking wank bank, mate.
I've been called a party-pooper for bringing racism and feminism into conversations =( from Anonymous
You need to stop hanging out with people who think being racist and sexist constitutes a “party.”