Social Distortion

It was intriguing to start reading a book in which I had to repeat twice that that was indeed the book I had intended to choose; there was no error in my decision. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading Lolita and have also found the language to be very unique, descriptive, and lovely even though its intentions were to be an expression of love towards a thirteen year old. This may have been a “Harold and Maude” type love story had it not been an older male in this case instead of a female. This somehow makes the story pedophilic and twisted. Ignoring the knowledge of one’s age, we can see that anything the narrator says could be directed towards anyone of any age and it would be deemed romantic and idyllic; however, age immediately becomes an issue with whoever discusses this book with me. It can be a tad obsessive, but I find it similar to most of Marquez’s novel’s descriptions of younger women. Somehow it is different in this book than it is in the Latin versions by Marquez. This I find interesting, that it is accepted in some cultures, but not in others. Americans find it weird in any situation, but other cultures do not. Similar to the book Memories of my Melancholy Whores, it is shown that it is never too late to love, and instead of living one’s life by one’s age, it is shown that these men throw age out the window and instead rely solely on what their age might be according to their heart. Being “in denial” has bad connotations, but it may be sensible to live one’s life to the fullest, even if it may be against all civil teachings. Not much has happened except for the culmination of the narrator’s love for Lolita, and getting closer to her. He confesses his love not to her, but to himself over and over until it may succumb him, and action may take place leading to a climax later perhaps. He has taken advantage of Lolita’s mother, and all I could think of while reading that he has married his love’s mother was that this may be why those weirdoes do it. They have a fetish, and do whatever they can to get what they want. I felt so horrible that he was using the mother, since she seems just as vulnerable as a child being single, and she is mean to Lolita because Lolita reminds her of the mistakes she has made in the past, but in a permanent version that she has to deal with on a day to day. The narrator gets upset with the mother and sees Lolita as being perfect, but he is blinded. This is love, and so far it does not sound sick. (467)