Out of Sheer Rage

Geoff Dyer's book on D.H. Lawrence is one-half Lawrence, one-half Dyer. He is just about incapable of writing a bad sentence, and his adventures (mostly misadventures) on the trail of Lawrence are funny and entertaining, throwing off sparks of enlightenment here and there. In a brilliant stroke, the book plunges into Lawrence's letters and travel writing, ignoring the novels. I will read anything by Dyer, no matter the subject, knowing full well that at least half of the subject will be Dyer himself. A recent Nation article complains about this aspect of his writing, saying he has written only one "first-rate" book and that his last novel was "over-praised." But you keep reading them, right?