Hi, I'm a newcomer, from China, who am reading Lady Chatterley's Lover. Hi, Here are some words from the novel Lady Chatterley's Lover(the second paragraph, page 252, chapter 12) by Lawrence (planetebook): (background:the following is Connie's feeling about the sexual intercourse with Mellors) Cold and derisive her queer female mind stood apart, and though she lay perfectly still, her impulse was to heave her loins, and throw the man out, escape his ugly grip, and the butting over-riding of his absurd haunches. His body was a foolish, impudent, imperfect thing, a little disgusting in its unfinished clumsiness. For surely a complete evolution would eliminate this performance, this ‘function’. I feel imperfect means having some drawbacks. But What's the meaning of unfinished clumsiness please? And accordting to the folloing paragraph, I suspect unfinished here means did not reach his orgasm. Thank you in advance
A most memorable bit in this novel, something that makes me almost despise Lawrence for sending such a disconcerting line out into the world is in Chapter 11, when Mrs Bolton is describing her late husband and their type of married love. To never get over the touch of a man! 'when I look at women who's never really been warmed through by a man, well, they seem to me poor doolowls after all, no matter how much they dress up and gas.' A seed of discontent is sown, spurning a quest for something that only exists for few. It's awfully rebellious of Lawrence to write a happy ending for infidelity, but I guess it may have been so for him. I would love for people to share what part of this novel is most significant to you. And what is a doolowl?
The French film Lady Chatterley was released in the UK in August 2007.(1) I saw a small part of it last night more than four years later on SBSTV in Australia. There have been several film versions(2) of this novel by English writer D. H. Lawrence(1885-1930) Lady Chatterley’s Lover none of which I have seen. The original novel was published in 1928 in Italy, but was not available in the UK until 1960 due to censorship restrictions. I remember hearing about this novel’s notoriety while I was finishing high school and at university in the early-to-mid-sixties. But I was not into reading novels at the time and had my hands full getting through: (a) the academic demands of Ontario’s secondary school curriculum, (b) summer jobs to pay for my education, (c) an intense engagement with sport, (d) the first decade of my life with a new religion,(3) (e) four years of a B.A. and a B.Ed. combination, (f) the first year of marriage and the beginning of a career in teaching, (g) as well as the psycho-social, psycho-sexual demands of my first episodes of what came to be called, in 1968, a schizo-affective disorder. When I chanced upon this film while enjoying my late night snack, I’d had a busy day of writing, of dealing with an assortment of reading and email tasks, and of taking care of various domestic duties with my wife away babysitting her 15 months old grandchild & my step-grandchild. After about 20 minutes of watching this 146 minute award winning film with its verdant cinematography, I had to go to bed because I could not keep my eyes open. One critic called this film a liberating, fresh, vital and modern version of Lawrence’s work. The segment I watched contained one of the six sensual sex scenes with its admixture of wildflowers, sunshine and fresh air. -Ron Price with thanks to 1SBSTWOTV, 11:25-1:45 a.m., 3rd and 4th of December 2011; 2 1995, 1992, 1981, & 1946; and 3 the Baha’i Faith. Some said you were just a pornographer; others had the view you were the greatest imaginative novelist of that generation; &(1) still others said you told a story of how sex and its chemistry became love, how some of us have to endure the savage pilgrimage of life travelling from place to place in search of a home for the mind, heart and spirit as you did in the pre-war and inter-war years before your death. But you seem, strangely, still alive in your letters, memoirs and novels.(2) 1 E.M. Forster 2 I have taken an interest, as well, in Lawrence’s poetry, his free verse, which possessed no rhyme or metre and was, therefore, little different than prose. Such has been the type of poetry I have written. Ron Price 6 December 2011
I have been reading this book for the last one week. This, the one most disputed and censored in the UK, was later on acclaimed by E.M. Foster and a veteran critic F. R. Leavis. Of course there is some obscene if you judge them by our establishments and yet reading it detachedly and disinterestedly I like the art and philosophy of the book. The writer had amply used some generally considered offensive words. All these things apart I enjoy the book and find the philosophy of life sex, love defined by Lawrence quite revealing. I want you to put forth your comments or opinions on the novel
While scanning through Netflix a few weeks ago, my husband, ever the more intellectual of the two of us and 10 years my senior, added this same film to our queue - both the 1993 BBC version as well as the 2006 French version. Ever prudish and a bit hesitant at watching a film whose plot was described centering on a "sexual awakening", I put off watching it for as long as I could. Then one night last week while lying in bed after surgery my husband asked if I wanted to watch it and I gave in to the irresistibility of classic literature and, of course, Sean Bean and my world was forever changed! As we watched the first two episodes that night, I was intrigued by Sean's character. I lost most of the dialog due to Mellors' heavy brogue. I have never cared for Jolie Richardson, so I tried to look past her inability to act in this role. I finished the series the next night and was left totally unfulfilled by the ending but completely hooked. So the third night we watched the French version and on the fourth day, I read the book, mostly to cover the dialog and what not that I missed in the first film. Here it is a week later and I'm still obsessed with the story, but I think mostly it's because of Oliver Mellors. I read and reread his parts of the book over and over and over again to the point where he has ceased to become merely Sean's character, but rather a character all his own. Lawrence wrote so much life into Oliver Mellors that I believe I can actually feel the warmth of his breath, see the sparkle in his eyes and watch the changing facial expressions as he speaks. The character has a life all his own. Having read the book and done a fair amount of research to this point, I must say how disappointed I am in how this story is percieved, analyzed, and even soiled. It is not a story of a woman's "sexual awakening" as Netflix so horridly puts it. Neither is it pornographic as some say. Yes, it's very sensual and very "vulgar" in spots (by today's standards), but vulgarity is not intentioned. What it is, however, is a true love story - a story of true, passionate, unyielding, ever persevering, totally enveloping, completely rapturous love - the kind that catches you unaware and hurts because there are always consequences. While I agree that the class issues and the intellectual issues of the period are unmistakably preached by Lawrence throughout the novel, I truly believe most people are missing the point. Sadly, most people will never get it. They will never understand tenderness, rapturous love or the feelings and sensuality Mellors shares with Connie. And an understanding of those things is crucial to uncovering Lawrence's true message in this novel. You see, I am Connie and I married Oliver Mellors nearly 8 years ago. Remove the wealth and class distinction and Lady Chatterly's Lover so closely resembles my adulthood that it is almost autobiographical. Of course, my husband doesn't have that irresistable Derbyshire brougue and his ancestry is Scottish rather than English and our lives are complicated with several children of varying ages, but he is most definitely Mellors. It is unmistakeable. Just as I am most definitely Connie. It's almost as if Lawrence did a character study on the two of us when he created those two beautiful characters 80 years ago. I whole-heartedly believe that what my husband and I have together is so rare that I would venture less than 10% of the world's population feels it ever in their lifetimes. Lawrence got it with Frieda and was able to put that beautiful experience on paper. Mellors speaks of it in awe to Connie. Even Mrs. Bolton describes it passionately. The message is so clear to me that it shouts - how can anyone miss it?? I am so thankful to D. H. Lawrence for this novel. And I sincerely hope you find *your* Mellors.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I love this book, it was given to me by my boyfriend several years ago, as our love story. The similarities between them and us were very close, very different but we seemed to be so good together. We have since broken up, but it holds a very special place in my heart simply because of the story and thinking of it reminds me of Chris, the only man I've ever loved so deeply. When I read this book, I think of not just Chris, but the love I felt then and still hold for him.
I loved Nicholas Clay in the 1981 film version of this book. It seemed to address quite strongly the difference in class levels - how the mores of society affected those two lovers. In present day times the class levels have become blurred but, in the early 20th century, there was widespread prejudice for a man to have less status than a woman he hoped to marry. Throughout the movie, these issues were reflected in Olivers' many, expressed sensitivities to the divergent situation ( of class ) between himself and Lady Chatterley; apart from, and including, the condition of her husband. As well it was imperative that "Connie" choose a lover of high ranking, as dictated by her husband, Clifford, before Connie ever considered her feelings for Oliver. So among other things, the film, as well as the book, could be a study in the social classes of it's day. As far as relevance, in today's world of literature, the love of Connie and Oliver, and it's hint of a happy ending ( aka new beginning ), is a wonderful testimony to the power of the human spirit over society's expectations; how two people who were more internally similar than their outer circumstances could reveal were brought together, while the nursemaid to Clifford seemed to hold a kind of "personal" dedication to Clifford. One can imagine that, as Clifford lost Connie's love, just as he was beginning to walk again, he may have formed a new, intimate relationship with his nursemaid; who had been widowed at a young age and never taken another lover in all those many years. Certainly a study in the vast landscape of human relationships, in the lovely English countryside.
In the opening lines of Lady Chatterly’s Lover(1928) D.H. Lawrence writes “the cataclysm has happened; we are among the ruins; we start to build up new little habitats and to have new little hopes.” -Jeffrey Meyers, Joseph Conrad: A Biography, John Murray Publications Ltd., London, 1991, p.173. We did start to build so unostentatiously the world did not even know. For the building of new little habitats, which he tended so lovingly from so far away, (as They had tended that Force of enormous power as best They could, back then) seemed, by then, by those years between the wars was canalized into an Administrative System, through an Instrument expressed in points of light, spreading slowly, so slowly, in new little hopes, during a hiatus period* among the ruins** with the Zeal of the Lord leading us, tender, green and verdant. Ron Price 12 September1999 * the period 1921 to 1936 is often referred to as a hiatus period, a waiting period, during which the Guardian was laying the foundation for the Administrative system, a system which would canalize the international teaching program in the years after 1937. ** the ruins, of course, are the ruins after WWI.
thums up:thumbs_up It is intense,persuasive and like a spell it carries you along with it. Lady Chatterely's lover is a hymn to love and describes the oneness between a man and a woman.
Lady Chatterley’s Lover is more about transcendence than it is love or sex. You notice right away that Connie and Oliver rarely talk to each other, and when they do, it is because the world is impinging on them, either in their own thoughts or through some reality that they have experienced while apart. Oliver has a further, distancing tactic: the use of his Derbyshire dialect, which makes him almost incomprehensible to Connie and Clifford. By contrast, Connie and Clifford do nothing BUT talk! Instead, Oliver and Connie create a sacred space. They perform sacred acts within that space, and through a series of transforming sexual encounters each becomes the archetypal male and female, culminating in their union- the marriage of John Thomas and Lady Jane – a union of transcendent souls. Human beings cannot remain in a state of perpetual transcendence. The question then becomes, what do you do with the experience? How do you integrate your higher, sacred self into your mundane, profane life? And in their case, having merged their souls, how does their union find a way in the world? By the end of the final chapter, you are deeply relieved to read in Oliver’s letter, written in plain English, his credo. It is the longest string of words he has put together about his experience, and you are relieved that is has such deep and abiding meaning to him. But, you are also a little disappointed, that he and Connie have had their relationship forced into this intellectualizing, explaining place, where description and hope must stand in for experience. And whenever you think of this book again, you will see them still in the winter, frozen in time, waiting and hoping for spring.
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