But Connie is attracted instead to Oliver Mellors, her husband's gamekeeper, with whom she embarks on a passionate affair that brings new life to her stifled existence.Can she find true love with Mellors, despite the vast gulf between their positions in society?Poor old D H Lawrence isn’t terribly fashionable these days, though some people do think slightly better of him now than they did in the 1970s, when Angela Carter reduced him, in the course of a mere 3,000 words, to little more than a stocking fetishist. In essence, his idea was to make the three central characters vastly more sympathetic and modern and then simply to disappear most of Lawrence’s other, more secondary creations, mere distractions all.(You can read her brilliant essay “Lorenzo the Closet-Queen” in , her collected journalism, the latest edition of which comes with an introduction by yours truly.) Whatever his standing, however problematic (that is, misogynistic) his work continues to be, if you’re going to adapt it for television, you might as well have a stab at doing it properly. Unfortunately, do this and you inevitably ditch the novel’s complexities and nuances. But when they’re kidnapped from home, their world is turned upside down. This time around, the sex takes back burner to Lawrence’s larger project: his quest for an answer to a Big Question, namely: how can we unite the body and the mind into an integrated whole?The now super-posh Connie Chatterley (in the book, she marries up) had become an unlikely proto-feminist who always took the lead, in the boudoir and everywhere else.(Was it, I wonder, thanks to this new-found confidence, or in spite of it, that she consistently managed to reach orgasm in five seconds flat?
Emma and Robert are married and Jerry is Robert’s best friend, but Emma and Jerry have a seven year affair and Robert has secrets of his own.
High School Claire thought the book was basically a very beautifully-realized bodice-ripper–Hardy’s on Ecstasy, if you will–but Adult Claire, the Claire who’s typing these sentences, feels differently.
I was the sort of girl who always had a book handy, as the world of whatever book I was reading felt far more exciting than the blankness of high school. But to focus exclusively on where Lawrence fails as a writer of erotica is to trivialize the book, which has a much broader aim than titillation.
So Penguin printed off 200,000 copies and challenged the Director of Public Prosecutions to take the company to court.
After a much-publicised trial in 1960 the jury decided in favour of Penguin and within a year it had sold two million copies.
Lady Constance Chatterley feels trapped in her sexless marriage to the Sir Clifford.