When Willie Hopkin first caught sight of D.H. Lawrence in his pram, he thought him a 'puny, fragile little specimen'. Forty-four years later the fragile specimen died, reduced by tuberculosis to a weight of 90 pounds. It is understandable, then, that Jeffrey Meyers should make much of Lawrence's 'lifelong invalidism', and conclude his biography with an appendix called 'A History of Illness'. Lawrence himself tempted biographers along this road by saying that 'one sheds one's sickness in books': doesn't this mean that the sickness is the key to the work, linking the man who creates to the pattern of his creation like the skin left behind by the snake?

LRB 24 January 1991 | PDF Download