I really loved how D H Lawrence constructed his protagonist in this novel. Lady Chatterley is selfish, yes but it feels as if she stands more allegorically for something wholly radical. Whilst of course carnal desire in the grand scope of things ISN'T the be all end all, there's something enthrallingly anti-establishment about Lawrence's almost satirising and explosion of discourse surrounding desire. Lady Chatterley's Lover in a way is not pornographic.... it is realistic. Real people have sex every day (duh,... birth rate) and yet novels shy away from it-> Lawrence interrogates our discomfort with the reality of sex and with pretention itself in this class melodrama. I'm subtracting a star because the pacing was not wholly to my liking but generally I thought this was a real tour de force. Love love love. DH Lawrence is sort of my pal. 

4.5/5