Time and again, we read that "'LOLITA, light of my life, fire of my
loins,' is the famous first line of Vladimir Nabokov’s novel
Lolita". But it isn't! It is the first line of Humbert's
confession. The first line of VN's novel is "'Lolita, or the
Confession of a White Widowed Male,' such were the two titles..."
Hard as it may be for some reviewers (here,
Johan Jaaffar) and others to distinguish between the two artists, it is
often, if not always, important, isn't it?
Mary Krimmel
At 09:56 AM 7/29/06, Sandy Klein sent an interesting review
of Stuart Kelly’s The Book of Lost Books: An Incomplete History
of All Great Books You will Never Read, from New Straits Times