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An absolute mockery. I would advice people of wanting to read this, not to even consider it. It would be a grave disappointment and a waste of time. The story line was a roller-coaster ride of confusion where I was constantly wondering just who or what the author was talking about. The concept of the story was good but the writing, it was so mixed up, I just could not follow what was happening or what was going on. It was abysmal. I hate this book. The only good thing about it was the cover.
** spoiler alert ** When I was mid-read I gave this book a charitable 'worth a read' comment. I regret this. Easy to read though it undoubtedly is, it is repetitious in the extreme. Dull, dull, dull. Bits and bobs of interest if you're an historian but you'd be better off picking up a history book. Basically, Sons and Lovers is about a boy/man obsessed with his obsessive mother. Early on there is the sense that it's a valuable read because of what it tells you about coal mining communities etc but after a while it really doesn't tell you much and you're stuck with this chap's desperate yearning to get his end away, measured against his Oedipal desire for his mother. After agonising his way through years of trying to be moral, he suddenly changes his views and becomes a bit of a user/emotional fuckwit who causes untold social ruin to two women. He then, having destroyed his life through obsessing about his mother, kills her. This whole process is jolly funny to him and his sister. Ridiculous. It's an agonising, boring, soul-sapping read of a book which, after you've yawned your way through endless chapters, simply fizzles to a conclusion. I wouldn't give it shelf space.
This book gives good personal insight into the religious 'intrigues' during the reign of Henry VIII. That was more interesting to me than the story line which is written in typical 'Sherlock Holmes'style.