Archive for the ‘ D.H Lawrence ’ Category
Like so much of that which Lawrence furiously ejaculated onto a page in the name of Art during his career, Women in Love is, to use the contemporary parlance, a complete and utter twat-fest. Lawrence doesn’t really do likeable characters, and that’s fine (some of my least favourite characters in literature are generically ‘likeable’: Amelia [ READ MORE ]
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