Probably the most cleverly written book that I’ve ever read, but I don’t know why it had to be about such a vulgar topic. It was the epitome of awful taste, but great execution. Fortunately the most lurid scenes are only alluded to or described in metaphor. I’m looking forward to reading Nabokov’s other books which I hope will keep the same level of wit while having a plot that can’t possibly be as indecent as “Lolita”.