Deviance?

In Brokeback Mountain, it was homosexual love.




















In Lolita, it was nymphet-tic love.




















At the end of my reading, I sympathised with Lolita. A girl of fourteen, used and ravaged by her stepfather. Perhaps it was my misunderstanding of the text, but Humbert’s character as a pervert was accentuated and his psychotic nature magnified with each chapter.

At the end of watching the 1997 film, starring Jeremy Irons and Melanie Griffith, my heart actually went out to Humbert. Even though I still feel that Lolita became a substitute for Annabel (his first love who died of typhus) – “…until at last, twenty-four years later, I broke her spell by incarnating her in another”, Humbert’s last words, after killing Mr Quilty, were heart-wrenching – “What I heard was but the melody of children at play, nothing but that…and then I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita’s absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that concord”.

Would you hurt the one whom the-one-you-most-love loves?

I do not condone homosexuality, and definitely am against the acts of paedophiles or in this case, nymphet-lovers, but who am I to question the existence of love?

gRacE