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The most beautiful book I've ever hated
In my opinion, Nabokov nailed this book.
Everyone seems to take something different away from the story and each perspective is somehow disturbing in its own right.
Personally, I found myself sucked into the seamless, perfect language, and lulled into a false sense of security with this seemingly harmless and utterly romantic narrator.
However, as the story progresses, I began to feel betrayed by this very narrator. With each new plot twist, I began to realize that the innocuous fascade was just that, a fascade.
And I got angry as hell for allowing myself to be duped! The kicker is that even after you realize what an utter monster he really is, the language sucks you back in, again and again, allowing for that roller-coaster of emotion, alternately allowing you to realize you've been duped, and then lulling you back into your false sense of security.
Thank the heavens life is not like fiction! I'd be exhausted every day and I'd have absolutely no faith in humanity whatsoever!
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Lori
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posted 03/01/05
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