MR. NOON by D.H. Lawrence; Cambridge;370pages; $24.95
In the early 1920s, D.H. Lawrence wrote, "I place my immortality in the dark sap of life, stream of eternal blood. And as for my mind and spirit—this book, for example, all my books—I toss them out like so much transient tree-blossom and foliaged leaves, on to the winds of time." A funny thing happened next. The winds of time caught these words and much of the novel in which they appear and blew them into hiding for roughly 50 years. Between the day he abandoned Mr. Noon...
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