"The Fox" by D. H. Lawrence

"The Fox" by  D. H. Lawrence (1923, 25 pages)

As well depicted in Katherine Mansfield:   A Secret Life by Claire Tomalin there was an intimate and complicated relationship between Mansfield and D. H. Lawrence and his wife Frieda.   Not  long ago I read and posted on one of Lawrence's most famous short stories, "The Rocking Horse Winner", which I enjoyed.   Tomalin indicated that in "The Fox" by D. H. Lawrence (1885 to 1930-England) there is a character whose appearance and to some extent personality is loosely based on Mansfield.    This was enough for me to take the trouble to read the story and I am glad I did.

Some readers find that Lawrence is somehow heavy handed with his symbolism and telegraphs his plot lines too much.    Others says the import of his work is in his insightful depictions of relationships and his evocation of natural beauty and some are given over to his philosophical views on the relationship between the sexes.   Some see him as having tapped into the life force and stripped away the pretentious of society. 

"The Fox" takes place on a farm in England during WWI-around 1918 from some details.   The farm is run by two women, Banford and March who  have a non-sexual union that seems like a marriage.   (March is supposed to be physically like Mansfield.   Lawrence and Mansfield had lots of ups and downs in their relationship so one cannot at once tell if this is meant well or not but to the story it does not matter.)    Just to pause and look at the two names.   "Banford" can be easily worked into meaning "Ban Forward Movement in Society" and "March" on the other had means go forward but in a way directed by external authority over which you have little control.   

The women on the farm raise chickens and their chickens are constantly being killed by the same fox.   They try to kill the fox for years with no luck.   The fox is described beautifully and is meant to depict a force in nature.    Foxes have a long deep history in English literature and lore and of course Lawrence is playing to this.     

One day a handsome young man shows up looking for his grandfather who used to live in the house Banford and March do now.    I am sorry but I could not help but laugh when I thought to myself   "The Fox is in the hen house now!".   The man makes himself indispensable to the women and of course he disrupts their relationship.     I found the plot line predictable and that is sort of OK but there was for me little suspense in this story and I think that this was not meant to be. 

As "The Fox" ends D. H. Lawrence treats us to some of his guru like  thoughts on the nature of life.    The thoughts more or less come out of nowhere and they nearly made me laugh and somehow I do not think that was Lawrence's intention.     Mansfield has a fondness for guru like figures and Lawrence fit this mold.

Poor March, in her good-will and her responsibility, she had strained herself till it seemed to her that the whole of life and everything was only a horrible abyss of nothingness. The more you reached after the fatal flower of happiness, which trembles so blue and lovely in a crevice just beyond your grasp, the more fearfully you became aware of the ghastly and awful gulf of the precipice below you, into which you will inevitably plunge, as into the bottomless pit, if you reach any farther. You pluck flower after flower — it is never THE flower. The flower itself — its calyx is a horrible gulf, it is the bottomless pit.   That is the whole history of the search for happiness, whether it be your own or somebody else’s that you want to win. It ends, and it always ends, in the ghastly sense of the bottomless nothingness into which you will inevitably fall if you strain any more.

 There are beautiful descriptions of the English country side here.   The relationship the two women is interesting.   I am glad I read this story and I do not mean to turn others away from it.    Long ago I read all the major works of Lawrence.     Lawrence is not just a writer, he was a guru of sorts (as distinguished from a thinker who deduces his views) and is  an important figure historically.      To me he is worth reading if  you can accept that he is heavy handed and has no seeming sense of humor about himself.    

"The Fox" can be read online here.


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"The Rocking Horse Winner" By D. H. Lawrence

"The Rocking Horse Winner" by D. H. Lawrence (1926, 10 pages)

It has been a long time since I have read anything by David Herbert Lawrence (1885 to 1930).   I have read most of his major novels.   In fact I was once lucky enough to visit his range home in Taos, New Mexico, USA (now a museum) where Lawrence lived for two years after leaving England for a kind of odyssey. His most famous, though not most highly regarded, novel is Lady Chatterley's Lover which is still on the banned list in some places.   Several  things sort of stimulated me to want to read his perhaps most famous short story "The Rocking Horse Winner".   In doing a bit of research on Ford Madox Ford for my read along I discovered that FMF helped Lawrence become established as a writer and had a great regard for his talent.   Additionally I have been reading some wonderful stories by Katherine Mansfield and I learned she had a relationship with D. H. Lawrence which may have been a romantic one,  in which his wife Frieda had a part.   Mansfield was the model for one of the characters in Women in Love.   I am also in the process of discovering for myself the short story as a literary art form.    A few days ago I did a Google search on "best short stories of all time".   Of course I got lots of hits.   On a Manchester Guardian (culturally a better read than the London or NY Times-IMO) article on 10 top stories this one was listed.   I found a web page where I could read it on line so I decided to make it my next short story.

"The Rocking Horse Winner" is set in England in the 1920s in a middle class home, back in the days when the middle class had servants.   The atmosphere of the family seems to be what in the day might have been called "genteel poverty".   The expenses of the family often outrun the income of the father and a constant anxiety over money permeates the household.   As the story opens we see into the mind of the mother of  the family:

There was a woman who was beautiful, who started with all the advantages, yet she had no luck. She married for love, and the love turned to dust. She had bonny children, yet she felt they had been thrust upon her, and she could not love them. They looked at her coldly, as if they were finding fault with her. And hurriedly she felt she must cover up some fault in herself. Yet what it was that she must cover up she never knew. Nevertheless, when her children were present, she always felt the centre of her heart go hard. This troubled her, and in her manner she was all the more gentle and anxious for her children, as if she loved them very much. Only she herself knew that at the centre of her heart was a hard little place that could not feel love, no, not for anybody. Everybody else said of her: "She is such a good mother. She adores her children." Only she herself, and her children themselves, knew it was not so. They read it in each other's eyes.

The son in the family, Paul, begins to obsessively  ride a wooden rocking horse, almost as if he is possessed or is trying to drive the voices in the house out

And so the house came to be haunted by the unspoken phrase: There must be more money! There must be more money!

There is a local horse racing track near the family home and one of his uncles is an enthusiast.   Somehow the names of the winners of soon to be held horse races come to Paul as he rides the horse.   He rides himself almost into a trance, rocking back and forth as if in contact with another world.   Here is what he would do after his ride:

When he had ridden to the end of his mad little journey, he climbed down and stood in front of his rocking-horse, staring fixedly into its lowered face. Its red mouth was slightly open, its big eye was wide and glassy-bright.

"Now!" he would silently command the snorting steed. "Now take me to where there is luck! Now take me!"

And he would slash the horse on the neck with the little whip he had asked Uncle Oscar for. He knew the horse could take him to where there was luck, if only he forced it. So he would mount again and start on his furious ride, hoping at last to get there.

The family comes into a 5000 pound inheritance (very quick research puts this as well over 100,000 pounds today (about 6.5 million Filipino pesos).   Sadly this made things even worse in the house

The voices in the house suddenly went mad, like a chorus of frogs on a spring evening. There were certain new furnishings, and Paul had a tutor. He was really going to Eton, his father's school, in the following autumn. There were flowers in the winter, and a blossoming of the luxury Paul's mother had been used to. And yet the voices in the house, behind the sprays of mimosa and almond-blossom, and from under the piles of iridescent cushions, simply trilled and screamed in a sort of ecstasy: "There must be more money! Oh-h-h; there must be more money. Oh, now, now-w! Now-w-w - there must be more money! - more than ever! More than ever!"

This is not the end of the story.   I will let interested  readers discover it themselves.    When you read the last paragraph read the first one again.


I read that some place Freudian interpretations on this story.   Maybe  because of the reputation of Lawrence they see a sexual element in the riding of the wooden horse.   I think this is pushing things but I concede it might be an approach one could take.  I think this may also come from this being a frequently read in school by  young adults short story.   For sure the story is an attack on a society in which self esteem comes from what you own.   I enjoyed reading it and endorse it.   I do not see it as truly great literature and think in part its enduring popularity comes in part from its "teach- ability".     I could see students and others trying to figure out the what is really going on with all that obsessive hobby horse riding!    It is worth the short amount of time it will take to read it for sure.