Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
I was in the midst of writing, plugging away at my Camp NaNoWriMo project, when out of nowhere the opening lines to Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita bubbled into my mind. I haven’t read that book in years, but I am a big fan of Nabokov’s work.
It got me thinking about great opening lines to novels and stories. A great first sentence can really set up a whole story, and this is one of my favourites.
- 31 words only Nabokov would use (cuppatae.wordpress.com)
- Lana Del Rey, did you even read Lolita? (talesfroma20something.wordpress.com)
- Lolita (culturealism.wordpress.com)
- “Perhaps they don’t know what sex is either.” (laughtersounds.wordpress.com)
- “Lolita” by Vladimir Nabokov (randommuzings.wordpress.com)