The Novelistas are reading “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” this month. What I expected would be a juicy read has instead been a clumsy and sort of boring tale.
There is one message that does resonate: men and women are supremely unsatisfied with each other both in and out of bed.
Oh dear. Thought that would be a thing of the past in 2014.
On a happier note: our collective inability to find and sustain love is great for literature.
“Gone Girl” anyone???