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A ll those people who have their hearts in the right place have been celebrating the 50th anniversary of the not guilty verdict in the trial of Penguin Books under the Obscene Publications Act of The jury found the publisher not guilty because the book in question, Lady Chatterley's Loverhad literary merit. According to the wording of the actthe brainchild of Roy Jenkinsliterary merit neutralises any tendency to deprave, corrupt, shock or disgust. Poor old Rochester! Poor old Swift! To think that literary merit had rendered their works innocuous. Pornography is the literature of prostitution.
Prostitution and art have always lived together. The women who posed for Titian with armfuls of flowers and a nipple exposed were courtesans. Courtesans were the only presentable females young English gentlemen met on the Grand Tour; they reigned over the salons, they played the songs of the day and showed off the best and most precious works of the most distinguished artisans. The fact that they were cultivated and eloquent didn't make their virtue any less easy. If they hadn't been so accomplished, they would have been less seductive. In 17th- and 18th-century Europe art encouraged lust.
Unfortunately the English seem to have been left short of both. They kept no glorious courtesans. They relieved themselves with women of the streets, who would do the deed for a mutton chop or a dish of coals. Gentlemen read their obscene poems in Latin, less often Greek, because that was the best way of keeping sexual excitement out of the reach of women and servants.
The stories of the common folk were equally obscene, but they seldom reached the ears of educated folk. In the 19th century the two realms were converging; the great unwashed were increasingly able to read, and the educated classes were increasingly unable to read any language but English. By the time Lawrence began planning a tale of rude goings-on between a lady and a servant, a new mass readership was ripe for introduction to the joys of literary sex.
Penguin could have tested the egregiousness of the act with any one of many better novels. Lady Chatterley's Lover is a thoroughly nasty book. This doesn't mean that it should have been banned. Lawrence has much the same view of the sexuality of women as Stephen Fry ; they oblige because the men "insist on the sex thing like dogs". Mellors agrees: "The mass of women are like this: most of them want a man, but don't want the sex.
For all her education, dimly wondering is what she does best. The sex she has with the gamekeeper is what blues singers call "dry shaving". Wham, bam and no thank you ma'am. One thing the innocent reader will not learn from Lady Chatterley's Lover is how to fuck. If you are a woman, you learn that you do "wild little cries", the same wild little cries that you will hear porn stars faking on every video.
It seems to Mellors that women are "nearly all Lesbian" and when he's with a woman who's really lesbian, he fairly howls in his soul, "wanting to kill her". The evidence that women are lesbian is that they move during sex. Connie just lies there, apparently hallucinating.
The mere fact of Mellors's ejaculation in her vagina brings her peace, simply because hers is an act of deep submission and self-abnegation. The reader should not be suprised to find that for Mellors the greatest intimacy is anal intercourse, of which Lawrence provides a description that is at once prudish and rhapsodic. As in all the other descriptions of sexual response, he commandeers Connie's point of view. But how she had really wanted it!
Mellors has had a wife who, after one of his brief spasms of wordless intermission, would bring herself to orgasm. Baden-Powell himself could not have managed a more horrifying than Lawrence's of the consequences of masturbation.
Bertha couldn't stop frigging herself "as if she had no sensation in her except in the top of her beak, the very outside top tip, that rubbed and tore". At one point Mellors "took her by the neck and squeezed the life out of her". Poor old Mellors. He'd got to the point where he thought that the only women who would really come naturally with a man were black, which was sad because for him, a white man, "they're a bit like mud". Lawrence's programming of Connie, all big eyes and heavy body, "faintly golden like a Gloire de Dijon rose", is foolhardy at best.
Above all, for his merciless, contemptuous treatment of Clifford Chatterley, blown to bits in Flanders inLawrence can be damned to hell. Damned but not banned. DH Lawrence. This article is more than 10 years old. Germaine Greer. Wham, bam, no thank you ma'am Sun 14 Nov Reuse this content.Women in Lawrence sex
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