TLS: ‘England My England’

I’ve  a letter printed in this week’s Times Literary Supplement, adding to Bernard Bergonzi’s article last week about the D.H.Lawrence’s use of the Meynell family in England, My England (a subject that I have written about in this blog).
My letter (which you can read by clicking here) is about the way readers might have read the story when it first appeared in The English Review in 1915.



  1. Posted October 23, 2009 at 9:49 am | Permalink

    Congratulations, George. I’ve had a couple of letters in the TLS recently but to have the lead letter is some achievement. I must get the Lawrence onto the website along with his novel, Kangaroo, where Lawrence deals to some extent on the effect of the War on his lead character and on society in general.

  2. Posted October 24, 2009 at 9:24 am | Permalink

    This morning I was made aware of the downside of having a letter printed in the TLS, when the post brought a tightly-packed envelope whose address was in exactly the form (no postcode) printed in the TLS. The envelope was full of apocalyptic Christian leaflets (‘The Power of God’, ‘Satan versus Christ’, ‘And God Answers!’ and so on.) The publications originate in America and Canada, though the postmark is Watford.
    The sender was probably just a harmless loonie, though I can’t help remembering an occasion several years ago, when a letter of mine was printed in the Guardian, and the post brought me a cyclostyled rant full of paranoid anti-Semitism. The most chilling part of it was a death-list that included the names of Tom Stoppard and Bernard Levin, I remember.
    There are some strange people out there.

    • Posted October 24, 2009 at 6:51 pm | Permalink

      When I worked as the office managr in one of the engineering departments of a prominent American university, I used to receive fairly regular calls from people wanting to discuss their theories about UFOs, the hazards of cell phones, and (this was a favorite) their recently invented perpetual motion machine. You could always tell when you had a nut on the phone line because the first they’d say was: “I promise you I’m not a nut.”

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