June 2011
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“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip...”
– first two paragraphs from Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. I’m only on page 18, but thus far this book so wonderfully Updike-ian in its writing. Which is to say, both beautiful and disturbing. 