Was it the fact that this love story between a bourgeois and a gamekeeper was treated by DH Lawrence's crude way and in a language calling a spade a spade? Or rather was accused its author of allegedly "insulting" the invalids of the Great War by the husband of Lady Chatterley a soldier returning from the front in a wheelchair and unable to satisfy the carnal desires of his wife? No doubt was there a bit of both!
But the Great War away, language and manners are releasing, we are now free to enjoy this wonderful novel for what it is, namely one of the finest portraits of women ever born from the pen of a writer.
Through the character of Constance, DH Lawrence breeze makes the feminine ideal so long carried by a certain romantic literature and made her heroine a creature of atavistic instincts, uncontrollable impulses of brutal desires, for whom the fullness with P capital can not be regarded as physical embrace. And the miracle of a prose that knows how to be lyrical without emphasis and rich without being heavy, the sensuality of the flesh merges the pages with the widest sensuality of the natural world, organic, vegetable, that comes here threaten runaway industrialization . Social time and look at a brilliant plea for the release of female manners, this masterpiece that was the admiration of Joyce and Orwell therefore sounds like a farewell to the nineteenth century and its stifling morality.
This is both a cry of revolt and an invitation to enjoyment. Flaubert in Madame Bovary, stigmatized illusions was rocking Emma. In this novel, Lady Chatterley completes work by providing sex in the heart of the romantic relationship, thus meeting so could not be more clear to Freud's famous question: "What do women want?"