I got a comment from Shourov Bhattacharya regarding
my thoughts on Nabokov’s Lolita:
"Your comments are right on the money. You can find my own review of "Lolita" at http://www.theverandah.net/verandah/article.asp?article_id=141"
Begin this book, and I dare you to put it down. Nabokov’s prose is brilliant, a tightly-packed work of a true genius with language. Almost every sentence left me wishing I had thought of it first. And which novel has begun as well as this:
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul, Lo-lee-ta: the tip of my tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.