Product Description

When he became interested in literature at grammar school, it was D.H. Lawrence who fired Geoff Dyer's imagination, and it was the figure of Lawrence, the miner's son who spent his life travelling, living by his pen, which made it seem possible to him to become a writer. The work is as much a travel book as a biography, as Geoff Dyer retraces Lawrence's journeys and, using Lawrence's own writings, life, and crucially, photographs as clues, learns much about matters close to his own heart as he does about Lawrence himself.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #82009 in Books
• Published on: 2003-08-07
• Original language: English
• Binding: Paperback
• 242 pages

Review
'The kind of book that gives literary criticism a bad name. Hilarious!' John Berger **'An intriguing, magnetic, genre-rattling book' THE TIMES **'If there was a prize for the year's funniest book then it would win hands down' INDEPENDENT ON SUNDAY **'A masterpiece.' MAIL ON SUNDAY **'Marvellous.a glorious truant from study ...gives a better picture of (Lawrence) than any biography I know' James Wood, GUARDIAN

THE TIMES
'An intriguing, magnetic, genrerattling book'

Independent on Sunday
'If there was a prize for the year's funniest book then it would win hands down'

Customer Reviews

Incredible and enjoyable
Geoff Dyer has written a book that seems to create its own categories. Literary criticism, travellog, and a ranting confessional weave in and out, and the reader is swept into the writer's world. The minutae and day to day aggravations of the writer's life are given the spotlight, and one gets an intimate picture of how this incredibly creative mind can be frozen by the dizzying choices of the late 20th century world, grapple and struggle furiously and often compulsively with them, and ultimately produce something highly and hilariously original. I heard the author on a radio interview and went immediately to the nearest bookstore to pick up a copy. Before reading this book, ostensibly about D. H. Lawrence, it occurred to me that the fact that I had never read a word of D. H. Lawrence might detract from my enjoyment of the book. It didn't. Incidentally, I still have no inclination to read books by D.H.Lawrence, although I do want to read more books by Geoff Dyer.

Out of Sheer Wonder: The Pleasures of the Elusive
I suppose one could only write a really decent, insightfulreview of Geoff Dyers' genre-defying Out of Sheer Rage by followingthe same wonderfully tortuous path taken by the author himself: procrastinate, delay, evade and travel to the far-flung places as Mr. Dyer once did, while constantly examining and re-examining one's own unique array of neuroses. Perhaps, like Geoff Dyer, by failing to write a solid review, one succeeds by taking a circular route, never diving straight to the heart of the matter and recognizing the triumph inherent in such a futile enterprise. Having said all that, one must keep ones' day job after all and what follows will have to pass for a circular route. Geoff Dyer's Out of Sheer Rage: Wrestling with D.H. Lawrence is a book within a book about trying, failing and succeeding at writing a biography of D.H. Lawrence (in a roundabout way) while simultaneously (quite by accident) employing one's personal and literary failures to gain access to one's own true self. Dyer leads the reader on a dizzying ride, we travel along with him and his long-suffering, multilingual girlfriend Laura in an effort to gain inspiration by way of the ritual of movement and a sense of place. We visit Italy,(Taormina, Rome)New Mexico, (Taos) Mexico (Oaxaca) and Oxford, all places where Lawrence once worked and lived. Nothing tangible realized there except some brilliant discoveries about the author's interior life. Observations usually unearthed by quoting Lawrence himself; "Freedom is a gift inside one's soul, Lawrence declared, you can't have it if it isn't in you." Dyer observes in a moment of self-awareness; "A gift it may be but it is not there for the taking. To realize this capacity in yourself is a struggle." And a further quote from Lawrence about getting to the core of one's own capabilities (or lack thereof) "Let a man fall to the bottom of himself, let him get to the bottom so that we can see who he really is." Dyer pulls us back into the past, then headlong into the present with beautifully written observations about the self, coping with depression, Nietzsche and the vagaries of his relationship with his girlfriend, Laura; " For Laura it is always 'together forever', for me it is always more like 'together whenever." (For arts' sake ? the reader can only guess). On falling in and getting out of depression; "All I felt was: I am depressed. I am depressed. And then, this depression generated its own flicker of recovery. I became interested in depression." And some Nietzschean philosopy to ameliorate despair; "Nietzshe wrote that the thought of suicide had got him through many a bad night, and thinking of giving up was probably the one thing that's kept me going." And inevitably, insights on the uselessness of giving up, of recognizing that what makes life so unbearable is that those things which seem so unbearable are in fact bearable; " The only way to give up totally is to kill yourself but that one act requires an assertion of will equal to the total amount that would be expanded in the rest of a normal lifetime. Killing yourself is not giving up, it's more like a catastrophic fast-forwarding." Out of Sheer Rage is an ultra-vivid mosaic whose parts can only be glimpsed whole from a distance; one could read, re-read and write endless reviews and still not quite grasp its' true essence on either an individual or general level (which may in fact be its' true essence). But a few stray thoughts may yet be relevant when considering Out of Sheer Rage; to paraphrase Dyer: "One is really one's true self when believing that one is not one's true self." And this final, uplifting endnote; "One way or another we all have to write our studies of D.H. Lawrence. Even if they will never be published, even if we will never complete them, even if all we are left with after years and years of effort is an unfinished, unfinishable record of how we failed to live up to our ambitions. The world over, from Taos to Taormina, from the places we have visited to countries we will never set foot in, the best we can do is to try to make some progress with our studies of D.H. Lawrence." Out of Sheer Rage is both a gift to the reader and a virus that needs to be spread; once read, it begs to be re-read and passed along to anyone with the ability for even momentary self-reflection.

DHL and the Me Generation
In this book, the main character is trying to write a biography of DH Lawrence and can't get down to it. Instead, he gets ill, angry, and wanders round the world (sometimes visiting places DHL has been to - Sicily, Mexico, Eastwood) unable to settle down; the point presumably being that he is behaving like Lawrence, or even inhabiting Lawrence's character, and thus, by a roundabout route, aims to give us a clearer picture of him than a conventional biography would. I haven't read Lawrence and know very little about him, so I can't say if this approach succeeds. The impression you get, though, is of him is as an early representative of the Me generation, going on endlessly about freedom and 'being yourself'. But it's a light and speedy and amusing read, with a style that's reminiscent of Jerome K Jerome (lots of jokes about being indecisive, and avoiding work), mixed with exaggeration-effect martin-amisms. The places are well described and the main character is largely sympathetic. The downside is - for my taste - a bit too much generalising: 'Italians are...', 'like all women, she...'; an ill-informed rant about literary theory (and this from someone whose first novel had 'notes' referencing Adorno &co at the back), and for all the witty remarks - which remind you of a friend chattering inconsequentially down the pub - a lack of anything quite as interesting to say as in his other books.