I felt the same about Nabokov until I read a short story of his in Playboy sometime in the 90s, which I read and liked before realizing who wrote it. I finally got around to reading Lolita knowing I'd hate it, but that I might as well read the damn thing so I could excoriate from a position of knowledge, and, strangely enough, it was good. I still don't know how a book about a fucking kid-toucher can be a good read, but damn if it ain't.
I feel about Salinger the way you feel about Navokov, Avi.
And I am reminded of a review I once read: "The only way this book could be worse is if it jumped off the nightstand, crawled on your bed and shit on your pillow."
I feel about Salinger the way you feel about Navokov, Avi.
And I am reminded of a review I once read: "The only way this book could be worse is if it jumped off the nightstand, crawled on your bed and shit on your pillow."