Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, 1955.
*About fifteen or so years ago, my friend, Hannah, was hosting a Women's Book Club. And when they read Lolita, Hannah asked me to sit in on the discussion. She knew how fond I am of the novel, how I think it might be the greatest novel about America, ever. (Written by a Russian, Nabokov's first book in English!) It was like walking in to the lion's den. Some of the women stopped reading at a certain point or refused to read the book, period. I tried my best to talk about the parodic structure, all the puns, the twins, the butterfly references, the Poe allusions, etc, ... But I doubt I won any converts that night.
All my love,
Michael
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