Sex!

Spring, young man's fancy, etc.

Lady Chatterly's Lover by D.H.Lawrence. Movies based on Lawrence look like they were shot through velvet -- textured and ostentatiously dense. LCL, however, is very accessible, quite transparent in its sympathies. (Lawrence was, evidently, quite sick when he wrote it; perhaps that has something to do with it). Here is another woman (and her sister too!) quite open about being a sexual creature, one who enjoys sex (remember, this was written in the 1920s). And early on the argument is made: "...You are in some way an organic whole with all life. But once you start the mental life you pluck the apple. You've severed the connection between the apple and the tree: the organic connection." The book is not about sex, it's about nature; nature is expressed as sex, and the (tee hee) dirty words are the growls and barks of natural beings n their habitats.

I think. I'm open to the suggestion that it might be about sex. Heh heh.

Running With Scissors by Augustin Burroughs. I can't imagine why, when the manuscript reached an agent, or however many publishers it was submitted to, some supposed adult didn't say: "Call the police -- this is a catalogue of uninterrupted child abuse by a whole lot of people." Instead, they published it, sold the movie rights and made a lot of money. A horrible, disgusting experience all around. Everyone connected with this book is a sleazeball. A horrific experience. I'm very disappointed in Annette Bening (among others). Disgusting.