La Chinoise, Jean-Luc Godard, 1967.
Artists Max Temesu & Linn Olofsdotter each produced covers (shown above) truly befitting of Nabokov’s Lolita. Their illustrations are to remind readers that Lolita was never about a protagonist in love, but a man inappropriately obsessed with a young girl. Lolita was being relentlessly pursued throughout this entire novel; love wasn’t in the equation when Vladimir Nabokov penned this book. Vanity Fair’s Gregor von Rezzor says it best,
“Lolita is not about love, because love is always mutual; Lolita is about obsession, which is never, ever love, and Nabokov himself was so disappointed that people did not understand this and take away the right message… For how could anyone call this feeding frenzy of selfishness, devouring, and destruction ‘love’?“
What I try to do is write. I may write for two weeks ‘the cat sat on the mat, that is that, not a rat,’…. And it might be just the most boring and awful stuff. But I try. When I’m writing, I write. And then it’s as if the muse is convinced that I’m serious and says, ‘Okay. Okay. I’ll come.