Yes I can see the importance of this book in its sexual frankness (given the time). However, he is so unbelievably boring. And his pacing is so bonkers. One second it's a conversation, the next second he's jumping years. I don't get it. I am leaning more and more towards the opinion that D.H. was one of the most overrated writers of the twentieth century, as I have yet to read anything by him that was remotely classic.