On constancy

LAWRENCE - Lady Chatterley's Lover

Of course I would love Lady Chatterley’s Lover, of course, of course, of course. I will always be partial to restless women—restless for one reason or another—and Lady Constance Chatterley belongs now to that specific pantheon in my head, with the likes of Emma Bovary, of April Wheeler. Women who desire, women who want something and want for something—these are the people my bibliophilic heart beats heaviest for. (And, hah, not to mention their illicit loves and the series of delightfully cathartic poor judgment calls and the convoluted ways they try to make themselves happy.)

But. Since reading [and being confident of my love for] the book, I have tried to explain, to at least try to articulate—even once using it as an example to measure my affections—that its bite did not draw blood. That I recognized Connie Chatterley, and knew her all too well, and absolutely understood her restlessness, and would rally for her until my breath grew hoarse—but I wasn’t Connie Chatterley, not fully, not right now—and I haven’t been for a long time? Well. Just maybe, this might explain it: Connie, early on, thinks: Perhaps the human soul needs excursions, and must not be denied them. But the point of an excursion is that you come home again.

[PSA — I read Lady Chatterley's Lover as part of Long-Awaited Reads Month.]

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6 comments

  1. Oddly, I have never got around to reading this book and TV adaptations don’t count.
    What a fantastic cover though…

  2. I read this book and while I am normally fond of restless women (have you read The Awakening? one of my favorites), Lady Chatterley and her lover didn’t quite do it for me.

    That said I love the cover on your copy.

    1. I liked the Chopin, but not as much as I do Chatterley—I suppose, in this round, women restless with desire won over women restless with restlessness? Re my edition: I’ve actually been thinking of getting another one, perhaps a hardcover—multiple editions in my shelves are always a sign that I’m in deep.

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  4. […] Lawrence (thank you, #LARMonth!)—and the farther I move away from it, the more certain I am that it belongs in my personal canon. As does Frank Miller and David Mazzucchelli’s enlightening Batman: Year One, which probably […]

  5. […] D.H. Lawrence’s Lady Chatterley’s Lover is something my perverted self should have read long ago—and I did start it on my last year in college, but that obviously didn’t work out so well. Chatterley is something I’ve always felt should have been part of my canon—alongside, yes, Dorian Gray, and Jane Eyre. (I felt this way about Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials: When I finally came to it, it was with the conviction that I should have read it the moment I’d taken a breather after the Harry Potter series. The Pullmans are now firmly in my personal canon, and now I’m hoping the same will happen with Lawrence.) […]

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