It's so cruel and wicked of H.H. to lead poor Charlotte into a false world where her new husband actually loves her back. The poor widow is so giddy and overwhelmed to have found love after her husband died, at her age, with an impossible daughter, Lolita. She buys home magazines and decorates their house and she wonders about in bliss. Too bad she doesn't have any knowledge that it's ALL a LIE! It bugs me sometimes when a book contains dramatic irony- when the reader knows something of value that a character in the book doesn't. I wonder how Charlotte would react when she finds out that her husband is actually attracted to her 12-year old daughter. In the book, H.H. comments on his disgust or indifference when making love to his wife. He prefers his lovely Lolita. In all this silent commotion, Charlotte doesn't share the same affection for her daughter as H.H. In fact, she doesn't have any sort of fondness of her. Charlotte had planned to send Lola away to a boarding school, then off to college. We can all imagine H.H.'s disappointment in this. He's so disappointed he thinks about getting Charlotte out of the picture, getting rid of her permanently. Yes, that means murder. H.H. does think about murdering his wife. Once again, fate seems to be on his side as it presented him with a perfect opportunity. A quiet beach where they swim together like children splashing around, he devises the absolute, flawless plan for his capital crime. No one would know. She drowned. I did all I could. Thankfully, H.H. is not the biggest sinner.
"But what d'ye konw, folks-I just could not make myself do it."
Thank you, Nabokov, you've really created a realistic character now- one that doesn't sin ALL the time.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
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