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Then there’s the sort that puts you out before you really ‘come’, and go on writhing their loins till they bring themselves off against your thighs. I thought there was no real sex left: never a woman who’d “come” naturally with a man: except black women, and somehow, well, we’re white men: and they’re a bit like mud.” In a brief paragraph Lawrence denigrates the variety of female sexuality and gets in homophobic and racist insults to boot.Connie Chatterley is instructed in no uncertain terms as to what sort of orgasm is acceptable to her new lover.

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The just-released book “Sex and the Constitution” tells the story of when, why and how lawmakers and judges weighed in on obscenity, contraception, homosexuality and more.

Author Geoffrey Stone, professor of law at the University of Chicago, joins Chicago Tonight for a conversation. Born in 1893 in the Carpathian Mountains in Eastern Europe, Roth emigrated to America as a child and grew up in the tenements on the Lower East Side of New York.

In the course of the trial, prosecuting counsel Mervyn Griffith-Jones famously asked the jury whether they would wish their wives or servants to read the novel – presumably forgetting that three of them were women. But these two facts about the trial remind us of the heavy cultural and social bias against women at the time, sometimes inscribed in law.

There is a parallel issue with the novel itself: does it accurately represent female sexuality?

They always make you go off when you’re not in the only place you should be, when you go off.

– Then there’s the hard sort, that are the devil to bring off at all, and bring themselves off, like my wife. – Then there’s the sort that’s just dead inside ...

The courage needed to address head-on what Lawrence always considered to be the central thing in life – the relationship between a man and a woman as expressed through the act of sex – is easy to forget in our permissive age.

He’d already lost was a far more explicit novel: “I always labour at the same thing, to make the sex relation valid and precious, instead of shameful. To me it is beautiful and tender and frail as the naked self is, and I shrink very much even from having it typed.” As well he might.

In chapter 10 Lawrence gives a description of Connie’s orgasm: when did a male writer, or indeed any serious writer, do that?

There is Molly’s eternal “yes” at the end of James Joyce’s and certainly Joyce is better at getting inside a woman’s consciousness; but he didn’t attempt what Lawrence attempts.

She notes acutely that the novel is a “quasi-religious tract” whose god is the penis at whose altar Connie must worship, and she lays bare all the silliness of which Lawrence is too often capable.

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