Nabokov’s novel and its main character, Humbert Humert, made us to dream 50 years ago. I read the novel when I was 20 –more or less, like always I can’t remember what I ate yesterday- and I liked it, but I preferred the numerous references to Poe to the love story (I don’t like them so much). Lolita is a novel about… a pervert, a man, a literary man? On his holidays, professor Humbert falls in love with a teenager and both begin a travel beyond the injuries of good society. But Lolita is not only a novel about two people against moral thinking, Lolita is a novel about literature. We can’t forget that we are talking about a literary man making his secret dream true. Is he a frustrated writer? Does he want to emulate Poe? He is a character into a book into a tradition. He is in USA, in the middle of the 20th century… but he looks back to the XIX century and dreams with this present Annabelle Lee, dreaming in secret with losing her. Yes, Poe’s poem is always present in the pages of Humbert’s dream and it gives us the secret intention of the book. Humbert it’s not a man in love with Lolita, he makes Lolita part of his own dream and transform Lolita in his literary obsession, in his own Anabelle Lee, in her tomb by the sounding see.
Nabokov used to read don Quixote again and again, one of his favorite novels, and he imbues into the travel of Quixote and Sancho to recreate a literary time into a time that doesn’t believe in literature. Once more, the real fight isn’t the fight against moral or ethics, it’s a real battle with time, time that runs and time that waits… Lolita time to grow, time trying to catch them into the so real and so obscene land. A land for Quixote, a land for shame and a land to apostatize… a land to live with Lolita and a time to die for his dreams. Is it a sin? Can love be a sin? Lolita is like Sancho, a town girl… and Humbert is like Quixote, a man who got mad reading and dreaming, a man who imagines himself as a knight or a literature teacher fighting with words… but this ground of people and blood Clare Quilty is waiting for them like a hunter. Who’s that man? Does he know the truth? What’s the truth? Rumors and the whispering wind of a lonely road plenty of time, feelings and secrets… Lolita, our eternal Lolita, is eating a lollipop… so stupid and so kind in this special surrealistic moment. Paradoxes of times and paradoxes of shame people looking to them. Who can through the first stone? Own Humbert does, own Humbert leaves her and own Humbert sentences himself to live the rest of his stupid life without his dream.
Have she existed? Did she really live? Now, Humbert is alone in some city, lost into the pages of one book called Lolita. And she’s not dead, living in this point of stupid adolescence and proud magnificent beauty, in her tomb by the sounding seas of time.