Reviews for The Song Of The Lark

The average rating for The Song Of The Lark based on 2 reviews is 2 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2011-11-20 00:00:00 Scott Lavelle Rating: 0.125* of five BkC51) SONS AND LOVERS by D.H. Lawrence: The worst, most horrendously offensively overrated piece of crap I've read in my life. Yeup. Since I'm in a real bitch-slappin' mood, here goes. The Book Report: Sensitive, aesthetic nebbish gets born to rough miner and his neurasthenic dishcloth of a wife. She falls in love with her progeny and tries to Save Him From Being Like His Father, which clearly is a fate worse than death. So, lady, if you didn't like the guy, why didn't you just become a prostitute like all the other women too dumb to teach did in the 19th century? Things drone tediously on, some vaguely coherent sentences pass before one's eyes, the end and not a moment too soon. My Review: Listen. DH Lawrence couldn't write his way out of a wet paper bag. The reason his stuff is known at all today is the scene in Lady Chatterly's Lover where the gamekeeper bangs her from behind. Oh, and those two dudes wrestling naked in front of the fireplace in Women in Love. Believe me when I tell you, those are *the* highlights of the man's ouevre. The hero of this book, Paul MOREL, is named after a bloody MUSHROOM! He's as soft and ishy and vaguely dirty-smelling as a mushroom, too. Lawrence was one of those lads I'd've beaten the snot out of in grade school, just because he was gross. Weedy and moist are the two words that leap forcefully to mind when I contemplate his sorry visage, which exercise in masochistic knowledge-seeking I do not urge upon you. If you, for some reason, liked this tedious, crapulous drivel, then goody good good, but if we're friends, I urge you not to communicate your admiration to me. It will not do good things for our relationship. I more easily forgive Hemingwayism than affection for this. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

Review # 2 was written on 2016-12-20 00:00:00 Bernard Rogers [ • "The dusky, golden softness of this man's sensuous flame of life, that flowed off his flesh like the flame from a candle… seemed to her something wonderful, beyond her." • "Sleep is still most perfect… when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing." • "Her bright eyes alight like water that shakes with a stream of gold in the dark." • "Even your joy is like a flame coming off of sadness." (Yes, "off of".) (hide spoiler)]