This is more a personal reminiscence than a proper biography, written by one who (seemingly) knew Lawrence well during his years of peak creativity. It verges on hagiography at times - Carswell was obviously a little smitten with her subject, and believed him almost a secular messiah. She has hardly a bad word to say about him; but she draws a convincing portrait of a more likeable, interesting and impressive character than Lawrence succeeded in conveying through his own books. Reading this made his oeuvre suddenly clear to me: the work of a man struggling to express something vitally important, but without knowing quite what or how. And Carswell has a clear enough eye for those who used and abused him to further their own reputations.
If, like me, you find Lawrence's work significant but rather baffling, I thoroughly recommend this.
Btw the original title is 'Savage Pilgrimage' - not 'Pilgrim'.