Travel Encounter

I’m sitting next to a young woman on a plane. She saw me chatting up a pair of women as we sat down, so I am as socially proofed as you can get when traveling solo. I open her by commenting that her watch and iPod colors match. She fluffs that the matchy-matchy is embarrassing.

I transition. “What are you reading?”

“Oh it’s [stock paperback fiction]…”

“What’s it about?”

“I don’t know, I’m only two chapters in. What’s that you have, how are you enjoying Lady Chatterley’s Lover?”

“I’m also two chapters in, but it’s fascinating.”

“Oh I remember reading that in high school.”

“In high school? What kind of wacky high school did you go to that had you reading romance novels for class?”

“I guess it was just weird. I heard the book was banned for a while.”

“Yeah, I heard that too, on Mad Men actually. Someone told me DH Lawrence understands women better than any man who ever wrote.”

“Trying to get some tips?’

I ignore this, taking it as a shit test seeking to get me to admit a male-typical lack of understanding of women. Meta: by understanding women, I am able to pass the test about me understanding women. (In any case, the “tip” after three chapters appears to be to find a bored aristocratic woman with a crippled husband, cry in her lap in a brooding-artist pastiche, then bang her silly and don’t give her any orgasms.)

“I’m a big war buff, if someone had told me it referenced World War One I would have read it a long time ago.”


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8 responses to “Travel Encounter

  1. If Connie Chatterly would just get on top, that book would have no premise at all. She’s just lazy. And a whiner.

    I quit that book halfway through because I was bored out of my mind.

  2. The only D.H. Lawrence novel I’ve read is Women in Love, for one of my college courses. I absolutely hated it while I was reading it, but a few months later, when I pulled it off the shelf, opened it to a random page, and read the first sentence my eye lit on, I had the very strong sense that Lawrence had written them with fire.

  3. Anonymous age 69

    In my high school, in the Fifties, we had to read Silas Marner by George Eliot. It was a stupid book. At that age and life experience it meant nothing to me. And, I suspect to most of my classmates. The teacher loved it.

    Years later, with more life experience, I loved that story. I was able to understand why Silas reacted as he did.

  4. Amazing advice

    Wow this is amazing, you talked to a real live girl! Truly a god among mortals. I bet you were writing this post in your head on your way home.

    [Maybe you’d be more comfortable reading this:

  5. Opus

    ‘Is this the kind of book you would want your wife or servants to read?’ asked learned Counsel of the Jury at the trial at the Old Bailey of Penguin Books for Obscenity (by publishing LCL) in 1962.

    LCL is EatPrayLove before it was easy for middle-aged women to fly to the middle-east, when they had to endure the gardener.

  6. Twenty

    People are “war buffs” because it’s considered in bad taste to be a “war fan”.

    — Anon (to me, anyway)

  7. “LCL is EatPrayLove before it was easy for middle-aged women to fly to the middle-east, when they had to endure the gardener.”

    The parallels in the text are uncanny. All of Dalrock’s chick-porn cliches are in it. I’ll be posting later on this.

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