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Saturday, January 8, 2011

Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H. Lawrence

Uuuummmm... Whatever it is that makes this book a must read classic, can't die without experiencing it, blah, blah- I missed it. If I had to sum it up in a phrase I would say it's philosophy meets soft porn.
I was constantly reminded of Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged and I was definitely not a fan of that one. There weren't great similarities in the argument being made; Atlas was championing industry and money making and touting work and the products thereof as the lifeblood. Chatterley was the exact opposite; condemning work, industry and money as being the cause and source of ruin and damnation to all the human race. So while the arguments were different, here is why they smacked of likeness for me:

1. Dreadfully boring life philosophy cloaked in bad fiction. Why? To trick the masses into reading it? Did the authors think they could get the buy in on their ideas if they threw a little love story in there also? Not sure, but either way, it didn't work on me.
2. The same argument: What ruins the human race and what makes it? Just different sides.
3. Bad ending. They both had bad endings.
Chatterley just ends. That's it. You don't find out if they end up together, how the baby turns out, none of it. The one thread that pulled me through was that I wanted to know if/when the two clandestine lovers end up together and I guess the world may just never know. I read a lot of 'classics' because for some reason I feel like I should. If they've been around this long there must be something to it right? Well I'm finding out that classic just means old, not necessarily good.

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