I really really wanted to enjoy this book. It is the first D H Lawrence I've read, and knowing of his quality writing and the plot outline and `notorious' nature my expectations were high. And in deed in many respects this is a good book. D H can obviously write some amazingly good descriptive prose and his style has a modern feeling yet classic style - this is most engaging. He introduces rounded and consistent characters and in the case of Kate, the protagonist, and Cipriano the pair work well together.
The story is that Kate, a youthful middle aged widow travelling in Mexico, gets entwined in the revival of the cult of Quetzalcoatl (the plumed serpent). The leader Ramon and his army backer Cipriano are attracted to Kate and vice versa and both perhaps have changing motives throughout the story. Carlota, Ramon's catholic wife, challenges the course of the morality of the cult. There are some revolutionary and political manoeuvrings. The book opens with a detailed bull fight with horses getting gored. Kate is slowly drawn into the cult but more to the native nature of the people; building to the undramatic conclusion, will Kate stay and who with?
So why did I dislike this book? There are so so many reasons I lose count. I'll list a few but ultimately it comes down a poorly realised story.
The Mexicans are too stereo typified as dark natives; this wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't laid on so thick. Other issues are that the revolutionary reasons for the cult are completely understated and though there is a scene of an attack and subsequent retribution, it is completely lost in the padding of the rest of the story.
Kate is so weak and indecisive - she doesn't really get involved appearing more as a passive observer into the cult; she had no passion and her limp-wristed ending sums up the whole story. She could have been so involved, playing Ramon and Cipriano against each other, perhaps seriously getting off with one of them; or being `the plumed serpent' herself (as in the original Eve) or something. I loathed the way the established church seemed to just cave in - churches are not so easily taken over. There seemed no real reason why local people should so readily convert - the cult didn't seem to offer them anything (the regular `hymns' and cult texts occurring in the story just came across as window dressing). The cult wasn't sinister or challenging. Though the opening bull-fight sequence is somewhat gory, I didn't believe it - two horses being gored is not so real, they normally wear protection, it's the bulls who are expendable not the horses. The final straw, on the last page, was the following quote "For she heard the hot, phallic passion in Cipriano's voice", besides it being out of context, it's too lame.
I imagine this is as a literary Mills & Boon with not wanting to upset the target readership too much.