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...Mother's Love FRANCE Few would condemn a mother for relieving her child's suffering - but police in Berck-sur-Mer may reluctantly do just that. Last Wednesday officials launched homicide inquiries after Marie Humbert injected barbiturates into the IV drip of her severely handicapped son, Vincent; he died Friday. Left blind, paralyzed and mute after a 2000 auto accident, the mentally sound Vincent used movement in his thumb to communicate his physical and emotional agony over his "locked-in" condition. In a November letter to President Jacques Chirac, he asked that his mother be allowed to help...
Sugar longs to climb the well-defended ramparts of English society, and her ladder up arrives in the form of William Rackham, the dreamy, indolent heir to a perfume empire. She turns his head with her literary prattle--she's like Lolita and Humbert Humbert in one body--and he installs her in a fancy apartment. Sugar's rise is rapid, but as a great man once said, mo' money, mo' problems. On her way up she has to deal with Rackham's dysfunctional family, including his half-mad mystic wife Agnes and his devout but lustful brother Henry, while...
...Today, the Internet and DirecTV are normalizing everything, from group sex to bestiality to darker things that decency forbids mentioning. And as for pedophilia--why, any erotic website worth its salt promises links to images of the "barely legal," "young teen sluts," and all the rest. Today, Nabokov's Humbert would need not be a tragic figure; instead, he could have spent his years ensconced in front of a glowing computer screen, with a thousand Lolitas for his delectation...
...phenomenon is influencing historical fiction. Even men are catching on to the imaginative possibilities. Earlier this year Ron Hansen dug deep for Hitler's Niece, a novel that cast the teenage Geli Rabaul as Lolita to the Fuhrer's Humbert Humbert...
Without question, Lo's Diary should be published. But it needn't be read. This slip of a thing never emerges from the shadows that tower over it: those of Humbert--that predatory wretch condemned to sing so beautifully of his sin--and his grand, glowering creator. It will have utility only if it leads readers back to the immortal original. Choir, please turn to page 9 of The Annotated Lolita. All together now: "Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul...