I am often at a bit of a loss in deciding what book to read next. I have so many books I want to read, and now so many books that others want me to read, that I feel a certain amount of angst when choosing my next book to read; a sort of mini-panic. Well in an odd coincidence I decided to read Vladimir Nabokov’s classic work Lolita this morning and it happens to be the very day the book was originally published way back in 1955 (tip via Rake’s Progress).
I just finished reading The Confessions of Max Tivoli (review coming soon) and in reading some reactions to that novel Nabokov’s work came up. It seemed like a good time to finally read this classic and controversial work for myself. So I picked up my beautiful Everyman’s Library Edition (with an introduction by Martin Amis) to read on the bus ride to work. This little coincidence, and the beauty of Nabokov’s prose, seems an indication that I made the right choice.