Parallels to existing masterpieces are always tough to pull off; all the more so here as Stridsberg has chosen one of the Top 5 of what may well be the most brilliant books ever written (Nabokov's 'Lolita'). No book nor author can really take the kind of comparison Stridsberg inevitably exposes herself to.
The juxtaposition doesn't do her any good, obviously - though I seriously doubt I would have appreciated this in any case. Contrary to 'Beckomberga', I found this unbearably arty and conceited. The symbolism was so heavy it physically made my shoulders slouch.
Pompous way out of proportion!