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Caitlin Flanagan, discutendo il recente  The Real Lolita: The Kidnapping of Sally Horner and the Novel That Scandalized the World,  si interroga sul posto del famoso romanzo di Nabokov ai tempi del #metoo.

Many who have loved it most ardently are young women—the ones whom we might imagine being its most furious critics. Lena Dunham has called it her favorite novel. The singers Lana Del Rey and Katy Perry have declared their passion for the character Lolita, whom they envision as both sexually knowing and deeply innocent. Countless Tumblrs and Instagram accounts show teenage girls and young women similarly inspired by this combination, picturing themselves the objects of an older man’s transfixing lust. That they are all far too old for Humbert Humbert—who cooled on girls once they hit 15, and was repelled once they hit the college years and were “buried alive” in the flesh of womanhood—is of no concern to them.

What is to be done with us, the women and girls who love Lolita? Can nothing bring us to our senses, break the spell?

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