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3.4 AVERAGE
3.4 AVERAGE
Rather disturbing mother/son relationship. Good depiction of poor coal mining families. Listened as an audio from Librivox
For me, this was a book that started off rather slowly. The writing was good technically, but I wasn't emerged in it. At first I had to convince myself to keep reading to see what "all the buzz" was about. But once I got to the middle part of the book and I began thinking about what I was reading in relation to the beginning of the book then I was hooked. By the last 100 pages, I couldn't stop reading the book. I only put it down to sleep at night. Thinking about the book as I continued reading it gave me that Ah-ha moment which hit me like a bus once it got there.
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I had my problems with this one. I enjoyed it while I read it but found it difficult to get back to once I had put it down. It had an interesting take on a mother son relationship and how an overbearing mother can affect a man. We watch Paul attempt and fail to make healthy companionships the romantic interests in his life. It was sad and at times, frustrating to watch his struggle, his suffocation at mere mentions of commitment.
The end was appropriate, if not baffling.
Would love to read it again for analytical purposes.
The end was appropriate, if not baffling.
Would love to read it again for analytical purposes.
I'm done with it. Finally! I swear if I hadn't had to read it for Uni, I would have DNFed it at the very beginning.
I disliked everything. Period. Don't waste your time with it
I disliked everything. Period. Don't waste your time with it
A very modernist take on the Victorian novel. We start with the married life of the Morels, and how that falls apart, but the novel is really about Paul Morel and his emotional relationship with his mother. His inability to connect with any other woman is painful to watch as well as understanding. I'm not even sure whether to blame Paul or the women themselves for trying to get him to do things that he is incapable of doing or giving them. Clara represents his physical desire while Miriam his spiritual ones. It's a great exploration and it's also very well written, probably though the fact that this all quite autobiographical from what I understand. It's a long one but it's worth it!
5* for the Oedipal psychodrama, minus 3* because the damn thing is about 90% descriptions of flowers.
I repeatedly visited the area around Mansfield during the 1990s, but didn't really feel inspired to read any Lawrence at the time. Nor, in spite of the oft-talked about grapple between Oliver Reed and Alan Bates, have I ever seen the film. The area in which it is set has been beautified in the last twenty years or so, following the closing of the pits, but it is still recognisable as the countryside which itself is almost a character in this novel.
I got pulled into the story much more quickly than I was anticipating, but by the end Lawrence's omniscient pronouncements about why everyone was feeling exactly what they were feeling became a bit wearing. I'm far more used to books where the writter has taken 'show, don't tell' more to heart. It seems we are meant to think that Paul Morel is a good guy who has been screwed up by all these women messing with his head, even though the women are painted sympathetically and get just as much chance to explain their own, equally reasonable, motivations for behaving as they do. All the same, I couldn't warm to any of them and wanted to bang heads together nearly as much as I do up at [b:Wuthering Heights|6185|Wuthering Heights|Emily Brontë|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1255584435s/6185.jpg|1565818].
In spite of all of the carping, I can see why it was a classic and wouldn't dismiss the opportunity to read it again - although I won't rush to either.
I got pulled into the story much more quickly than I was anticipating, but by the end Lawrence's omniscient pronouncements about why everyone was feeling exactly what they were feeling became a bit wearing. I'm far more used to books where the writter has taken 'show, don't tell' more to heart. It seems we are meant to think that Paul Morel is a good guy who has been screwed up by all these women messing with his head, even though the women are painted sympathetically and get just as much chance to explain their own, equally reasonable, motivations for behaving as they do. All the same, I couldn't warm to any of them and wanted to bang heads together nearly as much as I do up at [b:Wuthering Heights|6185|Wuthering Heights|Emily Brontë|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1255584435s/6185.jpg|1565818].
In spite of all of the carping, I can see why it was a classic and wouldn't dismiss the opportunity to read it again - although I won't rush to either.