first 87 pages are like nabokov‘s screenplay of Lolita. a salacious, pulp-y rendition of the original. the child running across the street and kissing the limousine window is lo pulling the lipstick tube out of her bikini waistband.
after the child‘s dance with helene lagonelle, there‘s nothing more. 150 pages of incessant laughing and crying.
3 stars