Back in the day, my granduncle hid my grandma’s
copy of the book on top of their kitchen cupboard (and cheekily ended up
reading it). At that time the book was hot stuff. Nowadays, its erotic tones no
longer causing uproar, the book is just quite boring.
I don’t really care about Lady Chatterley’s
love for her gamekeeper – not from a psychological, and even less from a
physical and erotic point of view. And I’m tired of inter-class forbidden loves
where the poor always ends up being the charmingly mysterious figure who ends
up being manipulated (happily or unhappily) by his or more often her partner.
And I’ve got nothing left to say about this
book, something which, incidentally, says a lot...
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