For 30 years, literary-minded U.S. schoolboys and girls have counted it an achievement of academic daring to read an unexpurgated copy of D. H. Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover. This week the surreptitious passing of tattered, badly printed copies comes to a halt. What may start is the noisiest censorship yap since James Joyce's Ulysses was declared literature by Federal Judge John M. Woolsey in 1933. Into the bookshops goes an unexpurgated edition (Grove Press; 368 pp.; $6), the first ever published in the U.S. It comes forearmed with assurances by pundits (Edmund Wilson, Jacques Barzun, Mark Schorer, Archibald MacLeish) that Lady...
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