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3.4 AVERAGE
3.4 AVERAGE
adventurous
challenging
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
emotional
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
It was all so much bigger than themselves, that he was hushed. They had met, and included in their meeting the thrust of the manifold grass stems, the cry of the peewit, the wheel of the stars.
When they stood up they saw other lovers stealing down the opposite hedge. It seemed natural they were there. The night contained them.
One of the modern library best books. Mother not a fan of her husband who is a miner that takes very little interest in his four kids. Mrs Morel puts all her energy into raising better children especially her three sons. The oldest is on the path to good life but suddenly dies. Paul the middle one is an artist who is more in love with his mother to strike out on his own. And Arthur the youngest is rebellious. The best description in the book is the sadness Paul and Anne feels when they are waiting for Mrs Morel to die from cancer. It is a pretty accurate emotional journey.
emotional
informative
tense
slow-paced
I have contradictory comments of this book. I loved how it started with marriage. Almost a new page a new beginning in life, and ended somewhat in death. I hated how the word "hate" was used ever so redundantly. Twice if not more in every chapter. Made you really feel the hate, but not in a good way.
Its interesting when u see the human feelings change by sickness and death, we became human then when the situation is prolonged we become so inhuman to the point of ugly selfishness. It doesn't even seem that a guy who have failed to love anyone but his mother would become one day the death of her and in return because of his attachment to her, the death of him. Beautifully yet mildly disturbing
A re-re-read. Lawrence's autobiographical novel is a piercing study of what would later be called a dysfunctional family. Son Paul spends most of the time trying to break the grips of the emotional hold his mother Gertrude has on him and, well, he's not great at it. Lawrence's gift is to give sympathy to everyone, even in the end, Walter Morel, the brutish miner father that repels the rest of the family so and also Gertrude, his wife and Paul's mother who does incalculable damage to her son. He also lets no one off the hook. Paul is more than a bit of a dick as he tramps through life not satisfied with the two women that love him because he can't separate his affection for his mother.
There's a lot, as always, about the separation of nature and humanity and the need to be physically and emotionally sustained by our more natural, animalistic desires. And certain points drag a tad but still, it's a masterful work and one of the touchstones of modern English literature.
There's a lot, as always, about the separation of nature and humanity and the need to be physically and emotionally sustained by our more natural, animalistic desires. And certain points drag a tad but still, it's a masterful work and one of the touchstones of modern English literature.
Very good, but reading some of the accents was very difficult.
Have been wanting to read this book for some time. It is a heartbreaking depiction of how we are all flawed and as flawed and damaged individuals we become parents, totally unaware of the damage we inflict. A depiction of how we are unaware of the damaged relationships that have formed, or deformed, our human personality. What humans call love really isn't love. Only Miriam seems to understand divine love, but it of course doesn't resemble a fairy tale at all. I can only imagine writing the book was as freeing to DH Lawrence as one hopes the death of his mother will be for Paul.
Ugh, I don't know what it is but Mr. Lawrence bores me to tears. Occasionally I think "hey, that was quite pretty a sentence" and then it falls back to that numbing state where I can't make myself care for the characters or the story or anything else for that matter. I came quite close to finishing this one but it still fell short by about 150 pages. I don't feel the need to torture myself during the Holidays, you know?
Knowing that this story is autobiographical makes it much more interesting. Otherwise, it's a Jane Austen style tale of love and woe - with a little Norman Bates thrown in at the end.