The first three chapters of this book present a highly wrought relationship between a woman of social standing and her lower class miner husband. Their relationship is fraught with violence and heat. The depth and complexity of the relationship between these two individuals cannot be overstated, she loves him and despises him. He cherishes her and resents her. From this chaos is born three sons and a daughter. At this point in the story it is the eldest son, William, who most cherishes and revers his mother. He stands for her and cannot survive without her. The other two sons are infants, however, even in their early years, their connection to their mother is undeniable. The husband is absent, in fact he is painted as a drunk who cares little for his family, expect when shamed into his feelings. When his second son is born he isn't even present. Instead he arrives home, greets his child briefly and retires to another part of the home. His small efforts at being a family man fail miserably and he seeks solace in his drink which further enrages his wife.
My plan for continuously posting about Sons and Lovers was a bust. I finished this novel weeks ago and really just wanted to say a couple of things about it. I loved this story. For the first time in my life, a depiction of death in a novel actually made me think about my own mortality. I found the relationships in this story to be compelling and thoughtfully presented. I had empathy for each character and grew to love most and dislike others. I would certainly reread this story and suggest to anyone who has not yet picked up this classic, go forth and drink up some D.H. Lawrence! I am remiss to write more, as I've got two more pieces to comment on whilst my Kindle charges.....
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