Sons and Haters

No, the subject line doesn’t refer to Wildebeest and Zebu.  That’s a blog topic for another day.  Ha…..

Last night I finally finished reading D.H. Lawrence’s Sons and Lovers but I think a more appropriate title is Sons and Haters

(Before I continue I have to say that I really, really wanted to like this book because last week when I had the good fortune of visiting in person with the funny and wise

, she said she’d  loved this book when she read it in high school.  Sorry, Linda, but I didn’t feel the love).

I don’t understand the fuss over this book and why it’s on all those 100 Best Books In the Universe lists.  It was so much telling and very little showing (not to mention the POV shifts happening so frequently I got jumpy).  Lawrence point-blank told the reader what the characters were feeling, and much of the time the characters were hating on each other.  He hated her; she hated him; he hated him; they hated her.  (Don’t take my word for it.  Go here to read chapters online and do a search for “hate.”  I highly recommend Chapter XIV, The Release, for some fun examples).

This book made me so crabby that Zippy laughed whenever he saw me still reading it.  He couldn’t understand why I didn’t just quit, and neither could I.  I guess I kept hoping for some type of aha moment in which I’d understand the book’s classic status.  I’m sorry to say it never happened. 

               

11 thoughts on “Sons and Haters

  1. Tee-hee…I think Linda will understand. After all, one of your favorite books is one of my least favorite, right? 🙂 That, or Linda will sicc her dad on you, heh.

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