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A review by kl2021
Women in Love by D. H. Lawrence
1.0
Reading 'Women In Love' was a struggle. I feel like I've understood none of the things the four main characters say or feel. Initially I thought that the fault lies with my not being sophisticated enough to understand any of it (I'm reading this for university). I think I've changed my mind, though. These characters are horrible, terrifyingly cynical, twisted misanthropes- or Lawrence hopes that's what his readers are. I am so honestly glad not to understand any of their disturbing interactions.
Maybe after all it's just a sign that I'm a happy person.
And yes, I am aware that choosing to dislike a book because I don't like the characters sounds childish. Still, I am appalled, perplexed and disturbed by the entire content of the book, not just the personalities of the characters (I have completely failed to understand them, so I don't even know how to respond to them). 'Women In Love' has unsettled me and confused me, while holding no allure whatsoever. It was terrifying. A glimpse into a horrible world that didn't even make sense to me.
Shudder. Every time I opened this book I felt like I was borrowing someone else's illness.
PS. On a totally irrelevant and superficial note, I admire the sheer unintended ridiculousness of this sentence:
"To touch, mindlessly in darkness, to come in pure touching upon the living reality of him, his suave, perfect loins and thighs of darkness, this was her sustaining anticipation"
'Thighs of Darkness' should be the name of a movie.
Maybe after all it's just a sign that I'm a happy person.
And yes, I am aware that choosing to dislike a book because I don't like the characters sounds childish. Still, I am appalled, perplexed and disturbed by the entire content of the book, not just the personalities of the characters (I have completely failed to understand them, so I don't even know how to respond to them). 'Women In Love' has unsettled me and confused me, while holding no allure whatsoever. It was terrifying. A glimpse into a horrible world that didn't even make sense to me.
Shudder. Every time I opened this book I felt like I was borrowing someone else's illness.
PS. On a totally irrelevant and superficial note, I admire the sheer unintended ridiculousness of this sentence:
"To touch, mindlessly in darkness, to come in pure touching upon the living reality of him, his suave, perfect loins and thighs of darkness, this was her sustaining anticipation"
'Thighs of Darkness' should be the name of a movie.