The daughter of well-to-do tradespeople in the fictional mining town of Woodhouse, Alvina Houghton struggles to find excitement in her provincial surroundings and worries that she is condemned to become an old maid. After plans to elope with her lover to Australia and train as a nurse in London lead to nothing, she joins a travelling theatre group and succumbs to the charms of the dark, passionate Italian Ciccio. Although not enjoying today the same level of fame as “Sons and Lovers” or “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”, “The Lost Girl” was greatly successful in its time, winning the prestigious 1920 James Tait Black Memorial Prize, and remains a classic Lawrence novel of sensual awakening and the yearning for freedom.
578 pages, with a reading time of ~9.0 hours (144,500 words), and first published in 1921. This DRM-Free edition published by epubBooks, 2011.
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Take a mining townlet like Woodhouse, with a population of ten thousand people, and three generations behind it. This space of three generations argues a certain well–established society. The old “County” has fled from the sight of so much disembowelled coal, to flourish on mineral rights in regions still idyllic. Remains one great and inaccessible magnate, the local coal owner: three generations old, and clambering on the bottom step of the “County,” kicking off the mass below. Rule him out.
A well established society in Woodhouse, full of fine shades, ranging from the dark of coal–dust to grit of stone–mason and sawdust of timber–merchant, through the lustre of lard and butter and meat, to the perfume of the chemist and the disinfectant of the doctor, on to the serene gold–tarnish of bank–managers, cashiers for the firm, clergymen and such–like, as far as the automobile refulgence of the general–manager of all the collieries. Here the ne plus ultra. The general manager lives in the shrubberied seclusion of the so–called Manor. The genuine Hall, abandoned by the “County,” has been taken over as offices by the firm.
Here we are then: a vast substratum of colliers; a thick sprinkling of tradespeople intermingled with small employers of labour and diversified by elementary schoolmasters and nonconformist clergy; a higher layer of bank–managers, rich millers and well–to–do ironmasters, episcopal clergy and the managers of collieries, then the rich and sticky cherry of the local coal–owner glistening over all.