Introduction There’s a peculiar ache that hovers over every page of Sons and Lovers. D.H. Lawrence isn’t just telling a story. He’s wrenching the most intimate parts of his own biography and transforming them into art. For readers old and new, there’s a magnetic draw: a sense that buried under the surface, universal pains and yearnings hum, waiting to be understood all over again. In this post, I want to trace the psychic tendrils that make Sons and Lovers not...