In most people’s minds, the letters DHL refer to a delivery service. When I was at school forty years ago they stood for something quite different and much more exciting (unless you happened to be a van driver). David Herbert Lawrence’s reputation as a serious writer had been rising since his early death in 1930. Lawrence was seen as someone with a genuinely modern sensibility who was neither experimental nor difficult in the manner of Joyce or Proust. Although original, he presented an accessible picture of a recognisable world. By the late 1950s he was firmly established as a classic author, and in 1960 his fame received an enormous boost when the publishers of his last novel, Lady Chatterley’s Lover (issued more than three decades earlier in Italy but only recently published unexpurgated in England), were prosecuted for obscenity.

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