I’ve read Lolita several times, and I agree that Nabokov’s pushing his identity a bit hard. But one could argue that he’s pushing everyone’s (or an aspect of everyone’s) identity. Lolita isn’t about pedophilia, it’s about idealistic love. And how nobody can live up to the standards of idealistic love. Considering that, it’s one of the best love stories of all time in its twisted and depressing realism. When Humbert visits Lolita at the end he sees that she’s no longer a perfect little “nymph” and she seems like a stranger to him. Perverted undertones of the novel aside, that situation happens to most (if not all) people at least once in their lifetime.

Kafka, Kafka is NOT bad reading. I can think up more interpretations of A Hunger Artist than I know what to do with.