⭐️3.5/لارنس واقعا جزو نویسندههای موردعلاقهشم شده...فضای داستاناش، اون بافت خاصی که داره و درکی که میطلبه و نگاهش به زندگی...عاشقشم و دلم میخواد به زودی رمانهاشم بخونم. این کتاب شامل دو تا داستان کوتاهه اولی درمورد مردی که بعد از سالها برمیگرده به روستایی که توش بزرگ شده و معشوقهای اونجا در جوونی داشته و دومی درمورد رئیسیه که با زیردستهای خانومش روابط زیاد و صمیمانهای داره..لارنس خیلی کارشو بلده و یجورایی منو یاد موپاسان میندازه، روح لطیف و زنانه و تمنایی که برای عشق و طبیعت و زندگی دارن قابل ستایش و تماما همزاد روح منه. پینوشت: ولی "جوراب ساق بلند سفید" که اون یکی جلدش بود رو خیلی بیشتر دوست داشتم اگه میخواید ازش بخونید اول اونو بخونید.
1) A Modern Lover 2) New Eve and Old Adam 3) The Prussian Officer 4) Daughters of the Vicar 5) The Shades of Spring 6) The White Stocking 7) Odour of Chrysanthemums 8) England, My England 9) Tickets, Please 10) The Blind Man 11) Monkey Nuts 12) You Touched Me 13) Samson and Delilah 14) The Horse Dealer's Daughter 15) The Princess 16) Sun 17) The Woman Who Rode Away 18) The Lovely Lady 19) Rawdon's Roof 20) The Rocking-Horse Winner 21) The Blue Moccasins 22) Things
This is a very uneven collection of stories, there are some long, boring, and predictable stories like "The Woman Who Rode Away," others are surprisingly great, like "The Rocking-Horse Winner," and some are just strange, like "You Touched Me." The only common theme linking them together seems to be unhappiness in various forms, and some slight homoeroticism (particularly in the earlier stories). Most are semi-allegorical, but Lawrence doesn't seem to have the skill to pull that off with every attempt.
That, I think, is the main problem with the collection. It seems to start off okay, but as the stories build up it becomes increasingly clear that D. H. Lawrence really isn't that good of a writer. He has some basic characters that he understands well, but when they appear again and again in various guises you start to see how few of these stock characters he has. His vocabulary is similarly limited; in story after story he describes things and people in exactly the same way, sometimes in the same story, very often in the same paragraph. That last part could be explained away as a stylistic choice, but the fact that he makes the same stylistic choice in so many stories (it seemed to be particularly overused in opening paragraphs) just further proves the point that he is fundamentally a writer of limited skill.
In the end, not really worth reading, except for maybe "The Rocking-Horse Winner," if you happen to have a copy lying around. Don't strain yourself, though.
Every story is incredibly descriptive, evocative of strong emotion, horribly sad, and in the end very anticlimactic.
Most of the stories end sort of like this, as in the last lines of THE PRIMROSE PATH:
"Her slim, quick figure was gone, the door was closed behind her.
There was silence. The mother, still more slave-like in her movement, sat down in a low chair. Berry drank some beer.
'That girl will leave him,' he said to himself. 'She'll hate him like poison. And serve him right. Then she'll go off with somebody else.'
And she did."
I really enjoyed reading this book because I appreciate Lawrence's style and the way he unfolds his tales. However, I picked up this paperback at a vintage pulp book dealer and the cover illustration led me to believe I was getting into some steamier reading material. The stories were sexy and revealing in their own way, just not in the way that I imagined based on the campy cover.
Opening lines: The road was heavy with mud. It was labour to move along it. The old, wide way, forsaken and grown over with grass, used not to be so bad. The farm traffic from Coney Grey must have cut it up. The young man crossed carefully again to the strip of grass on the other side.
two stories in and i'm rather mixed in my reaction. there are gem like bits. there is something lovely about it. i'm afraid it will waste away sitting on the currently-reading list, being passed up for things more sparkling.