Not a lot happens in D H Lawrence's 'A Collier's Friday Night' which is one of its chief glories. Eschewing the neat plot-turns and engineered debates of the writers he called the 'rule and measure mathematical folk' (Shaw, Galsworthy, Barker), the 24-year-old Lawrence effectively threw away the rulebook, and created out of the habitual Friday night activities of a miner's family (counting out the pay, courting, baking bread, etc) a lovely sense of the inconsequential drift of ordinary experience. Check out our other books at www.dogstailbooks.co.uk