All of the characters were odious. I found it really hard to actually finish this book. The pomposity of the writing was too much. The whole book was very off-putting. I don't know if the author actually wanted you to like any of the characters, but I didn't. And the only reason I finished this book is so that I can continue towards my goal for this year. I'm glad I've read other works by Lawrence or this book would have turned me off of him forever.

I hated every character in this book more than I've ever hated book characters. This book made me throw away the other D.H. Lawrence book I had but hadn't read bc apparently one of the main characters of this book was based on Lawrence and that made me hate him as a person and writer. Regardless of racism and sexism I can normally enjoy "classics" but this one was impossible. The copy I had was very old and falling apart and normally I would save a book like that for arts and crafts but I threw it directly in the trash instead.

*This review is not informative at all, just very descriptive.

I'm not even sure where to start with this -- if I could give parts of it one star and parts of it five stars, I would, but I guess I'll settle with an average three star rating for the book. It won me over, but it took quite a while for me to relax into the intensity of the characters (my friend Daniel's suggestion to imagine them as Edward Gorey characters really helped). I was amused to find that the naked male wrestling in front of a fireplace from the Ken Russel movie version actually happens in the book! Also, some very weird sexual plant action. It's long. It's a little difficult. But, ultimately, this is one that just has to be experienced for yourself. I liked it way way better than Lady Chatterley's Lover .

If I didn't have to read this for a class, I probably wouldn't have finished it. A friend of mine put it perfectly when she said, "Every time I pick up this book and read a little, I want to throw it against the wall." That pretty much sums it up. Lawrence's hero, Birkin, is about as irritating as a man can be. When he gets clobbered over the head with the paperweight, I wished it was me doing the clobbering. (I doubt I'm spoiling anything, because most people probably shouldn't read it, and if you do, you'll probably agree.)

I did end up loving it in the end. I have no idea why. Birkin is a shit, almost every line he has in the book is lifted from Freud or Baudelaire. His buddy Gerald is worse, a privileged heir to a coal mining fortune. Where Birkin moralizes, Gerald is amoral. The women are practically absent, even though this is their sequel and the title makes one think, "Hey, this'll be about women in love." It's not. It's about two men who are in love and the women who tolerate them.

Possibly, I loved this book because it is a fairly effective parody of British society romances, such as Pride and Prejudice. I don't know. Maybe it's because I love to hate the Modernist movement, and this is possibly the apex of British Modernism.

This gets a star for two reasons. One: I can't give it zero stars. Two: the love Birkin & Crich was written beautifully. Almost everything else, especially the women, was unsympathetic crap.

I had a hard time really getting into this book, but did enjoy some parts of it, although mild curiosity was my primary reason for finishing it. There are good ideas in the book, but the repetitive description of the characters and their mannerisms detracts from the value of the underlying principles expressed in their conversations(in my perception).

No one can accuse Lawrence of coming to a point, but u sure can accuse him of being gr8

A tragic story about the impossibility of true love. Lawrence focuses on two couples, partly using protagonists from his previous novel [b:The Rainbow|31491|The Rainbow|D.H. Lawrence|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1388193710l/31491._SY75_.jpg|2337578]. Birkin and Ursula seem to have a successful relationship, though not completely, Gerald and Ursula fail. I found this book very rich in content, and offering a more coherent story than 'Rainbow'. Lawrence offers beautiful introspections into woman/manhood. But, as always with him, he can walk strange side paths.