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3.4 AVERAGE
3.4 AVERAGE
In all honesty there were great swathes of this book where i was bored. Huge lengths of prose with no events or story. On the other side there are parts where the text is emotionally charged, it is real oedipus complex. I hated the character of Paul and whilst i initial admired how his mother dealt with the harshness of her life, i came to dislike her to. The whole was just a bit thin and watery
At times a slog, but certain beautiful passages would spur me on. I read this during the covid pandemic and perhaps my mind was in other places to appreciate the book. It just felt long winded to me. The Freud lens of a mother to her son was okay. The female characters felt flat. I enjoyed Lady Chatterly's Love much more.
I tried really hard to finish this book and managed to get about half way. And when it needed renewing a second time I knew I'd gotten as far as I could.
I just kept waiting for something to happen and for someone to come along that I could actually care about. But it just drags on in the everyday. Maybe it picks up in the last quarter and I gave up too soon, but what I read didn't compel me to find out.
I just kept waiting for something to happen and for someone to come along that I could actually care about. But it just drags on in the everyday. Maybe it picks up in the last quarter and I gave up too soon, but what I read didn't compel me to find out.
fast-paced
would be such a cool character study, some plot lines were eh but I get the appeal.
A book about people never becoming themselves but failing at transcending themselves.
Oh Wow. I went into this book not knowing anything about it and ended up loving it so much. I couldn't put it down and had to continue reading it. Because of this book I went out and bought another D.H. Lawrence book,
I think this was fairly well written, yet I did not enjoy it. The characters were frustrating, and often their motives were inconsistent and unclear. I struggle to decide whether this is bad writing, or simply the reality of the human condition. Ultimately the pure selfishness of the characters and their destructive decisions made this an unpleasant read.
I recently re-read Sons & Lovers. It felt like I was coming back to Lawrence, returning to my (long, long ago) teenage years.
The writing is immediate and painful, beautiful and just barely skin deep away from the raw emotions of the young man, Paul Morel. But we’re also there with Paul’s mother – and with his father, a miner like my own dad, who even when the book was written in 1913, appears to be from a different generation. The scenes with Walter ring especially and poignantly true to me; Iike Paul I was raised by an emotionally distant father, adrift in his own home and with a wife who’s stronger, braver and more connected to the children.
Lawrence writes for us all; for what we have and what we’ve lost, what we settle for and what we won’t free ourselves to become, the roads we do not take and the power we have to be something greater than the sum of where we came from.
He writes, maybe better than anyone in English except Shakespeare, about the most important thing in the world: love. His generous, emotionally-wrought writing takes us right into the maelstrom of young love and welcomes us to Lawrence’s own passionate heart.
The writing is immediate and painful, beautiful and just barely skin deep away from the raw emotions of the young man, Paul Morel. But we’re also there with Paul’s mother – and with his father, a miner like my own dad, who even when the book was written in 1913, appears to be from a different generation. The scenes with Walter ring especially and poignantly true to me; Iike Paul I was raised by an emotionally distant father, adrift in his own home and with a wife who’s stronger, braver and more connected to the children.
Lawrence writes for us all; for what we have and what we’ve lost, what we settle for and what we won’t free ourselves to become, the roads we do not take and the power we have to be something greater than the sum of where we came from.
He writes, maybe better than anyone in English except Shakespeare, about the most important thing in the world: love. His generous, emotionally-wrought writing takes us right into the maelstrom of young love and welcomes us to Lawrence’s own passionate heart.
i was this close to add this to "made-my-heart-skip-a-beat". but it didn't make it.
i really liked the book, but i dragged it for way too long and i think [definitely] i lost interest hence not on the said shelf.
i loved the simple way the book was written. of course, the simplicity is apparent.
i loved/ hated the characters. it's complicated.
too many quotes have been selected out of this book. now this makes my heart skip a beat.
someone tell me why haven't i read this before?
i really liked the book, but i dragged it for way too long and i think [definitely] i lost interest hence not on the said shelf.
i loved the simple way the book was written. of course, the simplicity is apparent.
i loved/ hated the characters. it's complicated.
too many quotes have been selected out of this book. now this makes my heart skip a beat.
someone tell me why haven't i read this before?