The Novel

The Novel by D.H. Lawrence (1925)

This essay-preface, "Why the Novel Matters" (published with Lawrence's collected work as an introduction to *The Novel*), argues that the novel is the supreme form of human expression precisely because it resists the absolute. Lawrence contends that modern fiction has grown thin and predictable because novelists cling to a stale "purpose" or self-image—casting themselves and their characters as suffering "little Jesuses"—while betraying the passional, bodily "quickness" that should animate their work. He contrasts this against the great novels (the Old Testament narratives, parts of Tolstoy) where didactic purpose and passionate inspiration nearly fuse, versus works like *Anna Karenina* and *Resurrection*, where Tolstoy's Christian-moralizing philosophy actively contradicts and undercuts his own phallic, life-affirming instincts—so that the novel itself, through its inherent honesty, "knocks old Leo's teeth out" and exposes Vronsky's collapse as cowardice before society rather than true sin. Lawrence sets out three essential qualities the novel demands: it must be "quick" (vitally alive, not dead matter), interrelated organically in all its parts, and honorable (truthful about the whole of a man's circumstances, unlike Dante and Petrarch, who wrote of idealized distant loves while concealing their actual wives and children). He extends this into a broader metaphysic: all things are either "quick" with a mysterious God-flame or merely "dead," and character is this flickering, ever-changing flame of relatedness—never fixed, never absolute. Every moral commandment, every god, every ideal is relative to its own time and place; the novel's genius is that it cannot sustain a lie or an absolute without exposing it, because it must render a character's full, contradictory relation to everything—snow, sex, cats, stars, toilet-paper alike. The essay closes by identifying sex as one of the deepest, most reserved "flames" of manhood, warning against treating it cheaply or playfully, since it will violently reassert itself against anyone who denies or trivializes it. Lawrence indicts most novelists as "dribbling liars" who falsify this flame-life in service of moralizing personas, and holds up the novel form itself—irreducibly multiple, relational, and resistant to didacticism—as the truest vessel for capturing existence without falling into dead abstraction.

By D.H. Lawrence · First published 1925 · Genre: Literary Criticism, Literary Theory, Philosophy · 5,714 words

First lines

Somebody says the novel is doomed. Somebody else says it is the green bay tree getting greener. Everybody says something, so why shouldn't I!

Mr. Santayana sees the modern novel expiring because it is getting so thin; which means, Mr. Santayana is bored.

Genres

Tags

literary essay · literary criticism · modernism · fiction theory · novel form · individualism · human relationships · psychology · sexuality · social criticism · philosophy · artistic freedom

What this Textopian page supports

The Novel is listed on Textopian as an essay by D.H. Lawrence, dated 1925 CE.

This source record anchors work identity, reading entry points, and catalog context for checking claims about the work.

Good citation fit

More by D.H. Lawrence