Within the last four years, D. H. Lawrence’s Lady Chatterley’s Lover and the two Tropics of Henry Miller have at last been allowed to circulate freely. Both writers use the so-called ‘obscene’ words extensively, and the publicity given to the Lady Chatterley case, as well as the character of the books themselves, has strengthened the view that these words are an essential part of the writer’s vocabulary, and that they have special functions in literature which no other words can perform. We can be certain that they are going to be widely used in English fiction from now on (they are already a standard element in American novels), and so there is some point in looking at the practice of Lawrence and Miller to find out how useful the words are, and to suggest ways in which future novelists may be helped by the exploratory work of these pioneers.
It may seem odd that I omit Joyce from this examination. There are two reasons for this. First, there is the extremely restricted circulation of his work: few readers apart from literary specialists persevere with Ulysses; Lawrence and Miller on the other hand have an enormous readership—their work reaches the outermost limits of the public now accessible to the influence of serious writing. Even for those particularly concerned with the modern novel, Joyce is a special case; not many practising novelists actually admire him, and scarcely any of importance have been influenced by him. Secondly, Joyce did not use obscene
Before proceeding to their work, one current peculiarity of our culture should be mentioned—the way in which obscene words are, at the moment, simultaneously permitted and forbidden. In certain literary contexts they are tolerated, although on most social occasions they are still out of bounds. Consequently a situation is arising in the novel which has been familiar in the theatre for years: in the provincial—or indeed in the West End—theatre, the word ‘bloody’ is of itself funny—hence the enormous success of Keith Waterhouse’s Billy Liar. Similarly, in the novel it has recently been realized that what could formerly only be written on lavatory walls can now be put into print. The Ginger Man is the prototype for this genre: for J. P. Donleavy, literature is a vast lavatory wall on which he is inscribing his oeuvre as fast as he can in order to cash in on this temporary anomaly in British taste.
At this stage in my article I cannot, of course, offer a complex definition of obscenity—I hope that will emerge during analysis of the actual novels—but, throughout, I shall accept as a framework for definition the assumption that the obscene words are those four letter words describing the sexual and excretory functions, together with a few other homely terms for the male and female genitalia. Perhaps ten or a dozen words are involved altogether, but, in fact, as the evidence of the Lady Chatterley trial makes clear, it is the two words ‘cunt’ and ‘fuck’ that form the crux of any analysis of the kind I propose.
In an early fan-letter of September 1935, Lawrence Durrell wrote to Miller: