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How Do You Solve a Problem Like Lolita?, BBC Four

How Do You Solve a Problem Like Lolita?, BBC Four

Documentary asks if Nabokov really did thank heaven for little girls

Lolita (Sue Lyon) as Humbert Humbert first sees her in Stanley Kubrick's 1962 film

A penny for the author’s thoughts. An opening montage makes it quite clear that Vladimir Nabokov had no truck with witless modernity. Yet here nonetheless is a documentary on his infamous bestseller, and they've gone and named after a TV talent show about the hunt for an actress to play a singing nun in a West End musical. Why? Was the idea to interest Sound of Music fans in Lolita?

If they were going for a song, that dodgy one from Gigi would have been rather more apposite: “Thank Heaven for Little Girls”.

Perhaps Nabokov would have chuckled. After a lifetime of wandering, he did spend his last years among the selfsame hills hymned by Julie Andrews. In 1962, the year Stanley Kubrick's film of Lolita was released, he was filmed by the BBC in the shadow of the Matterhorn, an old man in shorts indulging a lifelong passion for chasing delicate creatures with a large net. In this case butterflies.

Nabokov was perhaps the first great writer to be seduced by the siren wail of television. He allowed himself to be interviewed frequently down the years, in German, French and English. The BBC would always send their best men. James Mossman grilled him in London in 1969, then Robert Robinson met him in Montreux on Valentine’s Day 1977, the year of the author’s death. It’s a rich archive for documentary makers to plunder, which at least partly explains why there have been at least three British television documentaries since then, including 20 years ago an Omnibus about the creation of Lolita.

It wasn’t just Nabokov who profited from Humbert Humbert’s illicit desires

Here was another, timed to coincide with the publication of Nabokov’s last unfinished work, The Original of Laura. Not that there was much on that here. Stephen Smith, who wrote and presented this latest documentary, did recently report on it for Newsnight. But among modern viewers, there’s only one thing they mention about Nabokov at the water cooler: that he wrote a saucy book about interfering with an underage girl.

It’s a function of the age of invasive moral protection that the book needs rescuing again. “I want to be able to feel comfortable with it,” said Smith, “and yet I can’t.” On the very weekend How Do You Solve a Problem Like Lolita? was broadcast, the government announced a climbdown on its plans to make more or less anyone who comes into contact with children prove they’re not a nonce. Even so, had Nabokov been alive today they still probably wouldn’t have let him read in schools. Hence the premise of this film. Smith set himself the task of proving once and for all that Lolita is indeed a moral book.

This entailed a good deal of travel. It’s good to know that the BBC will still spend money on literary investigation. Smith’s itinerary reads like a 007 location recce: Lake Geneva, St Petersburg, Cambridge, Berlin, New York. What resulted was as much a film about the merits of literary pilgrimage as a pilgrimage itself. In the abandoned family pile now crumbling in state ownership in the Russian countryside Smith thought he could discern a Nabokovian hint of “black comedy cemented into the frame of the place”. He got very excited standing in a garden in upstate New York where the manuscript of Lolita – the incriminating evidence - was very nearly incinerated.

Lolita_jacketBut what finally does it tell us that, for an extortionate tariff, Lolita’s devotees can book themselves into the very Swiss hotel room where its creator lived out his days? That the proximity of genius is intoxicating? “That’s his desk,” said Smith, putting down his suitcase. Above hung a photograph of Nabokov working at it. It wasn’t just Nabokov who profited from Humbert Humbert’s illicit desires.

As usual Martin Amis was on hand to comment on the troublesome business of reading books about fancying pubescent girls. “I’m afraid this does distort the corpus,” he drawled. “It’s an embarrassment. He liked the idea of it too much.” Not every interviewee had so much to contribute. The barman in Montreux reckoned Mrs Nabokov did half the work anyway. The academic who occupies Nabokov’s old faculty office in Cornell noted that, about twice a year, one pilgrim or another will knock on his door and burst into tears. No sign of that from Smith, mind, although he seemed highly chuffed  when the literary editor of Playboy noted a resemblance between him and his subject.

In fact the person the programme made him look like was Michael Palin - and just in the nick of time, given what we know now what the BBC thinks of its globetrotting presenter. This was a literary film for our times. There was much grammatical monkey business to do with getting into cabs and onto bikes and, in homage to Smith's goalkeeping subject, putting on football kit and playing between the sticks.

These days we must grin and bear these moronic tropes even from Newsnight reporters. But the accumulation of all those air miles did have point: it helped to show how Nabokov’s nostalgia for an irrecoverable youth might have mutated on the page into the wrong kind of yearning. And all these years later that glorious archive material is not just for decoration. Asked by an interviewer if he’d ever known a girl like Lolita, the old man’s lizard eyes flickered, and just for a second the body language spoke as eloquently as anything Nabokov ever wrote in his adoptive tongue.

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I found this program utterly moronic, as is usually the case with the BBC. The documentarian didn't seem to have read the subject's works, frequently muddled up the chronology of his biography (even confusing the timing and object of his first-love, and it's relevance to Lolita), made not a single intelligent comment, continuously babbling away in idiocies.

I loved it--like usual--I heart the BBC because US TV is utterly boring and dehumanizing.

I stopped watching after 5 minutes for 2 reasons: 1) Smith made a point of saying that Nabokov pronounced his name as 'Nab-OH-kov' as opposed to the traditional English pronunciation despite the fact that in 'Speak Memory' and various other books he clearly pronounces it 'Nab-AWE-kov' - it may seem pedantic but Nabokov made it clear many times. If an 'expert' isn't aware of that he isn't an expert... 2) Smith, with his product placement of Moazzem Begg's dishonest biogaphry presumably thinks Begg is a Cinncitatus C character... If he knew anything at all about Nabokov's ideas he would know that Begg and his ilk are the enemy (just check Sirin's views on the Arab/Israeli situation 'Arabolovshevists' (in his letters - I would have thought an 'expert' would be aware of them). Smith is not the Nabokovian he seems to think he is... And all that 'Is he a dirty old man or not' crap is just plain ignorant. I'll stick to Brian Boyd thanks...

the programme missed the point Nabokov was still in love with his first love in russia when he was 17 the girls age never got any older right to the end of his life because he only knew and remembered that vision in his head so she stayed young while he got older a truth he faced every day of his life so in all his works he had to remind himself of her he knew he was getting older but the vision of his first love never ever changed he pined for that first love that's how I see it rsvp please mr smith

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