"Twenty-five years after Lolita's publication, as Edward Albee's dramatic adaptation prepares to open on Broadway, Nabokov's vision of American childhood seems nothing if not prescient. The public of 1956 was outraged not only by the thought of early sex but also by the image of a child so knowing, jaded and unchildlike. How much more familiar Lolita is today. There is no doubt that 9-, 10-, 11- and 12-year-olds of the 1980's have more in common with Lolita, at least in what they know, than with those guileless and innocent creatures in their shiny Mary Janes and pigtails, their scraped knees and trusting ways that were called children not so long ago."
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Winn, Marie (January 25, 1981). "What Became of Childhood Innocence?", The New York Times, (January 25, 1981)
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