D.H. Lawrence is one of those it is rather unfashionable to claim to like.I read half of Sons and Lovers while in school and what remains with me are the evocative descriptions of a tormented ,dysfuntional family- the abusive,drunken coal miner and the sensitive boy ,deeply attached to his mother.
Recently, I chanced upon Lady Chatterley's Lover in a library book sale.Four months later,I'm still half-way through.The language and ideas are dated and more than what was then-shocking ,what strikes the modern reader is how the book is steeped in the British class system.Apparently, it was de rigeur for an aristocratic woman to take up with a gentleman, but scandalous for her to have an affair with a lowly game-keeper.Again, the aristocratic woman lives near a mining colony, and is horrified and repulsed by the 'half-human' coal miners.As with Sons and Lovers , melancholia permeates the book.Despite its failings, I would read the book solely for the lyrical prose.The foreword by Lawrence is rather touching, his earnestness and initial desire to name the book 'Tenderness'.One imagines him dying a broken man,exhausted by his efforts to publish his 'pornographic' book.
Friday, August 26, 2011
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