The conversation was carried on in tiny voices, for fear of disturbing the householders. "I don't know," said Joe, turning. He looked full at Albert, the two men looked straight into each other's eyes. There was a lurking grin in each of them. "Well I'm--blamed!" said Albert at last, throwing the telegram down emphatically on the bed.
David Herbert Richards Lawrence was an English writer of the 20th century, whose prolific and diverse output included novels, short stories, poems, plays, essays, travel books, paintings, translations, literary criticism, and personal letters. His collected works represent an extended reflection upon the dehumanizing effects of modernity and industrialisation. In them, Lawrence confronts issues relating to emotional health and vitality, spontaneity, human sexuality and instinct.
Lawrence's opinions earned him many enemies and he endured official persecution, censorship, and misrepresentation of his creative work throughout the second half of his life, much of which he spent in a voluntary exile he called his "savage pilgrimage." At the time of his death, his public reputation was that of a pornographer who had wasted his considerable talents. E. M. Forster, in an obituary notice, challenged this widely held view, describing him as "the greatest imaginative novelist of our generation." Later, the influential Cambridge critic F. R. Leavis championed both his artistic integrity and his moral seriousness, placing much of Lawrence's fiction within the canonical "great tradition" of the English novel. He is now generally valued as a visionary thinker and a significant representative of modernism in English literature. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D.H._Law...
This is a short story by D.H Lawrence that I had to read for my Inter-war module. Despite rating it so low, I loved Lawrence's writing style. His writing swept me away, so I was never bored whilst reading this - he managed to keep me drawn in throughout. However, the reason this has such a low rating is because it was so random. I didn't take anything away from the story. I think this is exploring a potential homosexual relationship, but I'm not sure if I'm just making that up. For all I know, Joe just really didn't like Miss Stokes and needed Albert's help to get her away? I like to think it's alluding to a homosexual relationship though - it's refreshing to see something like this in the early 20th century. Maybe this deserves more than 1 star? Maybe 2 stars is more deserving? I don't know.