The Lost Girl

Good afternoon, I didn’t know if I would really go away. 😊But I did. And I am back now to tell you about a novel I’ve completed that I’d mentioned before I left, The Lost Girl by D.H. Lawrence, and I won’t spoil plot or suspense for readers.

I’d just recently found the novel in a free book cabinet, when I’d gone to the Common with a spirit of gratitude having safely discovered the night before, a gas leak in my aging stove, and the air was cleared and oven safely turned off that night. I was grateful too that I’d gotten in my Meat Pitas dinner just in time for the oven to break, and it was a delicious new Lebanese meal from the home-place of May Ziadeh. I was in a celebratory mood that next day, Friday afternoon when I went out for ice cream and a surprise-book lifted-right-out-of-the-free-cabinet adventure.

The Lost Girl by D.H. Lawrence reached me in so many ways and was well-placed in my reading schedule as a fun, personal novel, published in 1920.


I had a feeling May had read it and it contains themes and styles like her own with philosophical undertones.

I suddenly found myself in the book as the main character, Alvina which allowed me to consider contrasting qualities of one’s personality, mainly my own, and helped me understand what I might change in what I say. The Lost Girl did not throw me into answers, but I felt like it was present with my questions, respectfully.

While the author D.H. Lawrence was male, b. 1885, about a yr. before May was born (his birthday’s coming up), and was born in England, the novel perceptively reveals a woman’s struggles, questions, and natural loves with sensitivity and honesty. The humorous, simply vivid storytelling sets the reader right in the middle of it all.

And as I am an Italian American woman currently living in New England, it was wonderful to view an English main character seeing from her perspective, people of different cultures anew to her and to be a part of her honest, spontaneous reactions, specifically to French and Italian people.

What felt like personal jokes to me from May (who I felt had hand-picked it), I really enjoyed, including a little stab at the author, Kahlil Gibran, another main author I’ve written of with detail on the blog, who May had corresponded with through letters and of his books she’d write her own literary critique reviews to have them known in the Middle East as well, as he was also from there but moved to New York City, while she lived and wrote in Egypt and Lebanon.

In The Lost Girl by D.H. Lawrence, a character expresses his discomfort with certain types of women:

Here the character says he likes the angel, and the angel-mother.

I’d read an excerpt from a note by Kahlil Gibran which he wrote about a woman named Mary Haskell, whom he wanted to marry for many years but she didn’t want to, and she’s known as the person who sponsored his art and helped correct his English spelling, which brought his work worldwide fame. In that note or diary entry, Gibran wrote of Mary Haskell as a ‘She-Angel.’ 🤔

(To me, the ‘she’ part makes it strange but funny.)

The character in The Lost Girl by D.H Lawrence says something similar, with a tone of humor from the author—great jokes among good friends.


This part at the beginning amused me since I appreciate this sort of personable prose, ‘he had a loud look,’ and the book also includes a main character named Mr. May.😊

Some ridiculous lyrics and a piano. Such a great book.

May Z, a rare photo



Previously: A Real Rest Begins…After These Photos

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