Well, you asked if it was bad, silly. So I said so.
Yeah, I got distracted or I would have agreed with your compelling reading of Lolita, really the classic study of the unreliable narrator (except maybe for Pale Fire, but that was a more formal exercise - with Humbert it's all the more disturbing because you can't tell what's happening most of the time).
I would say that in Lolita you can tell what's going on if you read it closely and with a lot of attention to the metaphorical value of names wrt degrees of dimness and elucidation, and all that similarly nuanced Nabokovian jazz.
Pale Fire, on the other hand is not a solvable puzzle, imo. Although I think I may be disrespecting the authori-TAI of Nabokov scholars on that point. Whatever. I love it anyway. Both of those books, in fact. I also like Pnin, but thought Ada was a drag and huffed off in search of other authors about twenty or thirty years ago without ever returning to anything VN, other than the three above-mentioned titles.
I should do something to correct my ig-nance.