Second Best

by Lawrence, D.H.

It’s a lovely springtime afternoon, and you should be outdoors, at the park lazing about, not cramped inside looking for the cheap thrill of an afternoon bedtime story. Go on, go to the park now, and come back and listen later.

But I can only hope you’ve taken my advice, and I’ll assume that it’s later. So here’s a little Lawrence, replete with lovely Lawrencian descriptions of lovely springtime Yorkshire afternoons (as well as customary twisted-knife metaphors on sexual awakening and violence and death and romantic demystification). Excuse the post-nasal drippery; how’s that for commitment?

Article written by miette

Miette has been podcasting the best of world literature's short fiction since March 2005, when she was just a pup.

4 Responses

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  1. Scoot
    Scoot March 23, 2005 at 2:25 am |

    I can’t wait to hear this–already I want to get out my copy of Cold Comfort Farm or roll in a meadow, if the snow weren’t still so deep here.

  2. Scoot
    Scoot March 23, 2005 at 2:28 am |

    PS Thanks so much for including our website in your listings! We are so flattered and awed.

  3. miette
    miette March 23, 2005 at 5:21 am |

    Elas, there’s not much snow in the Dales, though of course we can always close our eyes and remember how lush it might’ve been (if we believe our memory is there to serve us at all!) Have you yet read The Lost Girl?

  4. Lee
    Lee September 3, 2006 at 7:36 pm |

    Isn’t Lawrence’s story set in Nottinghamshire?

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