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The Wintry Peacock
The Wintry Peacock
The Wintry Peacock
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The Wintry Peacock

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The Wintry Peacock was written in the year 1921 by David Herbert Lawrence. This book is one of the most popular novels of David Herbert Lawrence, and has been translated into several other languages around the world.

This book is published by Booklassic which brings young readers closer to classic literature globally.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBooklassic
Release dateJul 7, 2015
ISBN9786155573569
The Wintry Peacock
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D H Lawrence

David Herbert Lawrence, (185-1930) more commonly known as D.H Lawrence was a British writer and poet often surrounded by controversy. His works explored issues of sexuality, emotional health, masculinity, and reflected on the dehumanizing effects of industrialization. Lawrence’s opinions acquired him many enemies, censorship, and prosecution. Because of this, he lived the majority of his second half of life in a self-imposed exile. Despite the controversy and criticism, he posthumously was championed for his artistic integrity and moral severity.

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  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
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    St. Barts 2012 #5 - Lawrence's first novel....a heavily nature-described tale of life of three neighboring households at Nethermere, a forgotten hollow in England. The story is oddly narrated by the character of Cyril, who really does not play much of a role other than to be there to tell us what the others are up to. The title appears to represent the lead female self-centered character of Lettie, Cyril's sister, yet to me, the book is more the story of the decline of George. Multiple relationships develop between the young adults of the neighborhood, all to differing degrees of success, none of them reaching true happiness. Qualities of this book that i loved were the detailed insight into life on a farm in early 1900's England, and the harsh life and death struggles of all of nature's creatures, human and otherwise. Too much flowery descriptions of the setting for my taste, yet, i put the book down with a very vivid sense of what Nethermere looked, smelled and felt like, so there certainly was some value. All in all, an ok book that seemed to take longer to get through than i expected it to, but so it goes with some of the classics. All of Lawrence's defining works still remain on the shelf and i am not discouraged enough to clear them out yet. We shall see......
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    Observation without too much drum banging

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The Wintry Peacock - D H Lawrence

The Wintry Peacock

David Herbert Lawrence

Booklassic

2015

ISBN 978-615-5573-56-9

There was thin, crisp snow on the ground, the sky was blue, the wind very cold, the air clear. Farmers were just turning out the cows for an hour or so in the midday, and the smell of cow-sheds was unendurable as I entered Tible. I noticed the ash-twigs up in the sky were pale and luminous, passing into the blue. And then I saw the peacocks. There they were in the road before me, three of them, and tailless, brown, speckled birds, with dark-blue necks and ragged crests. They stepped archly over the filigree snow, and their bodies moved with slow motion, like small, light, flat-bottomed boats. I admired them, they were curious. Then a gust of wind caught them, heeled them over as if they were three frail boats opening their feathers like ragged sails. They hopped and skipped with discomfort, to get out of the draught of the wind. And then, in the lee of the walls, they resumed their arch, wintry motion, light and unballasted now their tails were gone, indifferent. They were indifferent to my presence. I might have touched them. They turned off to the shelter of an open shed.

As I passed the end of the upper house, I saw a young woman just coming out of the back door. I had spoken to her in the summer. She recognized me at once, and waved to me. She was carrying a pail, wearing a white apron that was longer than her preposterously short skirt, and she had on the cotton bonnet. I took off my

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