Lady chatterley sex scenes 2013
would be an excellent novel to accompany me en route for the Czech Republic. I would probably (now) ask the same, given that an exposed nipple features prominently on the front cover of my edition – and several graphic sex scenes appear within.
Was it the most logical choice of novel when packed between strangers on two twelve-hour flights (and one fourteen-hour stopover)? When I arrived in Prague (novel suitably dog-eared after two days of just the two of us) my wonderful ex-flatmate gave me a Christmas present of Josef Skvorecky’s to spur on my project: her accompanying words were “I still think you’re mad…but you may as well be mad with a great Czech writer.” Well, I don’t normally like giving my books away, but she is one of my favourite people in the world and a book for a book is always a fair trade.
To be honest, it bothers me less than I thought it would. “Best bit o’ cunt oi eva’ ‘ad.”” Now, who can resist a man with such a silver tongue? I think most people vaguely know the general plot of – lust? And the rest of the novel is a gratuitous romp through various types of sex.
I hate when the word is used with venom, but in , it is used as a legitimate anatomical term. When I spotted the novel on a fairly conservative friend’s bookshelf years ago, I thought differently of her because I knew the book was supposed to be “dirty”.
He told Metro: 'I kept telling people whose settees I was shifting that I'd filmed this really good show in Ireland and you could see they were thinking "Yeah right, we'll call you when we need some more stuff shifted".
is self-consciously set in the destruction of World War I, and seems to foresee the horrors of the next War.
The “tender-hearted fucking” its author advocates is a pleasant change from its other surrounds.
What is ironic about this is that Lawrence always intended the sex to be purifying.
He had advised his public that “doing dirt on sex…is the crime of our times, because what we need is tenderness towards the body, towards sex, we need tender-hearted fucking.” Constance Chatterley professes a passion for Oliver Mellors which is so strong that she leaves her husband.