I judge people by how much this book means to them. No joke.Yes, the writing is lyrical. Yes, Nabokov is a great writer. But the subject matter remains creepy as hell. No amount of textual evidence or reasonable persuasion will convince me that this book is not creepy as hell.Usually, prose comes before content for me. This is one of the very few instances where I cannot enjoy a beautifully written book because I cannot stand its subject matter.
